'Why the hell is it so warm here?' Priscilla fanned herself with a cheap one-dollar piece of plastic from a store; the other two were having just as much of an issue as they roamed the streets of Malaga. Kids ran around, playing excitedly, but all Priscilla could think about was a nice and cool ice cream that would bring back the temperature on this mission. Her eyes scanned the near vicinity, spotting a poster that looked oddly familiar to the one in the case file.
Her legs were swift to approach it, her hands even quicker to try and rip it off, but it wouldn't budge. 'What the hell is this??'
