Five and Nine wore their wigs out of the store. They felt a bit strange but there was the added benefit of their heads being slightly warmer now.
They were on their way back to the hotel when they spotted a police car. Something they were trained to avoid at all costs. There was a large truck with flashing lights on top of it as well at the same spot Five stopped the thief.
They were on the opposite side of the street but a bystander still noticed them and pointed, mouthing that they were the ones involved to a policeman. He had been standing nearby when the thief was knocked to the ground.
Five momentarily froze. Had she killed him after all? Were the police going to catch her now when she was finally free of the Agency's iron fist?
A gloved hand wrapped around her wrist, urging her forward. "We have to go."
