“We’re in a CHINESE restaurant!” “Exactly. Japan’s in China.” “No, it’s not! They’re separate countries!” “Since when?” “Since forever!” Couldn’t they take their debate to a lower volume? Then I heard the wailing of sirens. Did the others hear? Apparently not. Connor and Lyn were still arguing about Japan and kisses. “You two kissed before, right?” said Connor. “So it couldn’t be much different.” “Blech!” squealed Lyn, sticking out her tongue. “Please don’t remind me!” Did the others hear the sound of cars slamming on the brakes? John did. He was looking around, just like a Scottish terrier, trying to trace where the sound was coming from. It was from outside the restaurant, but near. John stood to his feet. Connor grew quiet. He knew that if John knew something was up, it was true. “What’s up, John?” Connor asked, his tone now completely serious. John jerked his head towards the door. There was more than one jingle. A lot of jingling. “Oh no,” I muttered, quickly getting out into the aisle. We had to get out of
here.
A few of the civilians under the tables gasped and pointed to us. They whispered to each other, but I could hear one in particular cry out, “Those were the people on the news!” We were all looking to Connor now. “Gas station down the block, ten minutes,” Connor hissed under his breath, so only we could hear. If it weren’t for our sound-sensitive ears, we wouldn’t have. We all nodded. Lyn darted forward, assuming her role as a diversion. Her hair all over, she was just an orange blur. Lyn maneuvered between the armed FBI agents, tranquility darts whizzing past her nimble body. “Until we meet again, my love…” And just like that, John was gone. A jingling. He had made it out, and only a few agents noticed. They ran out after him, guns slung over their backs. Connor and I still hadn’t made a move, and they were approaching. I could take out a few agents, more or less, but I didn’t want to hurt anyone. And Connor was giving me a look; his silver eyes begged restraint. Plus, we were supposed to be the innocent ones here.
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