Posters of the A-team logo waved in the stands. They did it again, they couldn't be beat. They really were the best. Joe leaned into the microphone and spoke in a deep Italian accent. "I love it when a plan comes together." Lucy had never been so scared and excited in her life. She was shaking.
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"First the men at the shop and now this?" Mark looked disturbed. "I thought for sure they were going to arrest us," Lucy added. "Same guys from the shop?" Joe asked. "We don't even know if those cops were there for us," Lucy commented. "Cops at the shop? When?" Kento asked. "A couple of guys in a Lincoln," Joe remarked. Mark explained. "Joe spotted them by the abandoned warehouse. He ran over, and got there just in time to see them get into a Lincoln. They kicked up so much dust he couldn't see the plate." Lucy squinted at Kento, she was visibly holding back her emotion. "They were packing." Joe looked at Lucy sympathetically. "Don't worry, lots of people carry now." Lucy raised an eyebrow. "Thanks Joe, I feel much better now." Joe turned red. "It could be the same guys, but it's probably not for the nanites. These tactics are too primitive for the company that owns them. They have got to be pretty high up the ladder. They could have just been taxi drivers." Kento looked lost in thought as he talked. "I thought of that." They all stood silently in a circle, eyes at the ground or the sky. "This might have something to do with..." Mark looked suddenly surprised, stopping mid-sentence. Everyone looked at Mark. "With what?" Kento asked. "Amman." Joe looked right at Mark as he said it. "I didn't say that."
"You didn't need to." Joe looked a little angry. "What do you mean?" "Why is an Iranian physicist working with us?" Joe asked. "What is he doing here?" "You think he's a terrorist?" Mark asked looking confused. "Maybe." Joe said. "You have some large ones." Mark said. "You need some." Joe shot back. Kento stepped in between the feuding men. "Guys, look you are both on same side of this. He's just not sure about Amman. Don't let him come in between you. We can't be sure about anything yet." "Especially Mark." Joe's nose twitched. Kento grabbed Joe by the shoulder and pulled him aside. Lucy tried to listen in as they whispered but their voices were too low. She looked over at Mark. He looked uncharacteristically angry. His nerdy look washed away. We can't fall apart right now, she thought, there are too many loose ends. "You should come to the shop tomorrow so you can show the guys what you did." Mark looked surprised that Lucy was standing there. "Oh, right, yea. That would be pretty good." "You have been really mysterious about Amman, Mark." Lucy said. "Usually you are so open about everything." "I made a promise not to talk about it. Trust me, it's okay." "Mark I trust you, but you can't know what he's thinking." Lucy felt faint. Mark looked less angry and more afraid. Joe and Kento returned from their huddle, and Joe looked significantly calmer. "Mark I'm sorry." Joe said. "It's alright. Me too." Mark was trying not to look hurt. "I made a promise not to talk about it. I swear he's alright." Joe nodded his head. "I need to get up in the morning to make some calls, Joe would you mind driving?" Lucy was hoping to let the fragile peace set in. "No problem." "See you tomorrow." Mark walked toward his car. Kento split off toward his bike.
Joe got in on the drivers side of Lucy's van. It was so packed with the team's equipment, the back window was blocked. Joe took the Clarks out his jacket pocket, and tapped the LCD on his arm computer. Lucy watched him as she climbed in the van. She wondered if he was trying to hide his expression behind the faux glasses. Not a good thing, Joe wrecked his car when he was wearing his clarks. "Do you really need those things?" Lucy wondered aloud. She hoped he would talk about it. "What, no. I like them though." Joe looked at her as he started the van. "Easy to spot cops." "Are you planning to
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"First the men at the shop and now this?" Mark looked disturbed. "I thought for sure they were going to arrest us," Lucy added. "Same guys from the shop?" Joe asked. "We don't even know if those cops were there for us," Lucy commented. "Cops at the shop? When?" Kento asked. "A couple of guys in a Lincoln," Joe remarked. Mark explained. "Joe spotted them by the abandoned warehouse. He ran over, and got there just in time to see them get into a Lincoln. They kicked up so much dust he couldn't see the plate." Lucy squinted at Kento, she was visibly holding back her emotion. "They were packing." Joe looked at Lucy sympathetically. "Don't worry, lots of people carry now." Lucy raised an eyebrow. "Thanks Joe, I feel much better now." Joe turned red. "It could be the same guys, but it's probably not for the nanites. These tactics are too primitive for the company that owns them. They have got to be pretty high up the ladder. They could have just been taxi drivers." Kento looked lost in thought as he talked. "I thought of that." They all stood silently in a circle, eyes at the ground or the sky. "This might have something to do with..." Mark looked suddenly surprised, stopping mid-sentence. Everyone looked at Mark. "With what?" Kento asked. "Amman." Joe looked right at Mark as he said it. "I didn't say that."
"You didn't need to." Joe looked a little angry. "What do you mean?" "Why is an Iranian physicist working with us?" Joe asked. "What is he doing here?" "You think he's a terrorist?" Mark asked looking confused. "Maybe." Joe said. "You have some large ones." Mark said. "You need some." Joe shot back. Kento stepped in between the feuding men. "Guys, look you are both on same side of this. He's just not sure about Amman. Don't let him come in between you. We can't be sure about anything yet." "Especially Mark." Joe's nose twitched. Kento grabbed Joe by the shoulder and pulled him aside. Lucy tried to listen in as they whispered but their voices were too low. She looked over at Mark. He looked uncharacteristically angry. His nerdy look washed away. We can't fall apart right now, she thought, there are too many loose ends. "You should come to the shop tomorrow so you can show the guys what you did." Mark looked surprised that Lucy was standing there. "Oh, right, yea. That would be pretty good." "You have been really mysterious about Amman, Mark." Lucy said. "Usually you are so open about everything." "I made a promise not to talk about it. Trust me, it's okay." "Mark I trust you, but you can't know what he's thinking." Lucy felt faint. Mark looked less angry and more afraid. Joe and Kento returned from their huddle, and Joe looked significantly calmer. "Mark I'm sorry." Joe said. "It's alright. Me too." Mark was trying not to look hurt. "I made a promise not to talk about it. I swear he's alright." Joe nodded his head. "I need to get up in the morning to make some calls, Joe would you mind driving?" Lucy was hoping to let the fragile peace set in. "No problem." "See you tomorrow." Mark walked toward his car. Kento split off toward his bike.
Joe got in on the drivers side of Lucy's van. It was so packed with the team's equipment, the back window was blocked. Joe took the Clarks out his jacket pocket, and tapped the LCD on his arm computer. Lucy watched him as she climbed in the van. She wondered if he was trying to hide his expression behind the faux glasses. Not a good thing, Joe wrecked his car when he was wearing his clarks. "Do you really need those things?" Lucy wondered aloud. She hoped he would talk about it. "What, no. I like them though." Joe looked at her as he started the van. "Easy to spot cops." "Are you planning to
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