"Back again, I see. Will you be having your usual then? Large hot chocolate with lots and lots of extra marshmallows?", asked the elderly voice, causing Niala's head to turn, her gaze looking up into the elderly wrinkled face of the old waitress.
Niala nodded several times, a grin spreading across her face. "Yes, please!"
"Coming right up!", the old lady exclaimed happily as she turned and walked toward the counter, around it, and then disappeared back into the little corner that held the coffee pots, espresso machines and apparently the machine that produced the delicious hot chocolate that Niala had become more than fond of.
She must have came here every single day since she had saved that bank across the street from being robbed. The hot chocolate was almost addicting; in fact, it was pretty addicting. It also had became her favorite treat for herself. Sure, she was sure one of those robots of the Boss's could probably make a mean cup of hot chocolate, but something about going out and getting it herself, purchasing it with money she had earned, felt well.. it felt really good or Niala. Plus it was an excuse to 'get out the house'.
As she waited for the elderly woman to bring back her cup she glanced over to the bank, noticing that there was an old beat up looking car sitting outside of it; running. While that in itself wasn't exactly strange the fact that the man sitting behind the steering wheel was wearing a ski mask was indeed strange.
"Here we go again...", Niala found herself muttering underneath of her breath as she watched. So far the man was just sitting there and looking around along with repeatedly glancing at the front doors to the bank. Niala figured his partner was probably already inside, and he was waiting for him to come back out.
"Here you go, sweetie. I put it in a travel cup. It's on the house dear, no charge."
Niala looked up at the elderly woman as she patted her on the shoulder and Niala smiled gently. "Thank you." She reached into her pocket and as the woman turned to walk away she slipped twenty credits into the woman's pocket; more than enough of a tip. But, the woman felt almost like a grandmother to her, so she more than deserved it.
Niala picked up her travel cup of hot chocolate and turned her attention back to the bank. She watched as the front door to the bank flew open and a masked man hurried down the steps carrying several dufflebags; she could only assume were stuffed with cash and other valuables.
Niala glanced down at her cup of hot chocolate and then at the car that began to speed away. She threw a quick glance around, ensuring that no one was paying any sort of attention to her and then willed herself forward, to the car, causing her form to 'jump' so that when she reached the car she was sitting in the backseat, which was thankfully empty.
She took a sip from her hot chocolate, listening to the guy who had robbed the bank that was sitting in the passenger seat yell at the driver to hurry up, and turn here and there. Both completely oblivious to her being in the car with them. It was almost comical, and she found herself smiling slightly. She took another sip as she sent her telekinetic abilities out, causing all of the doors in the car to suddenly lock.
Both men jumped and the passenger looked to the drier shouting, "What the fuck was that man?! Why'd you lock the fucking doors!?" He began to wave around the gun in his hand.
"I didn't fucking do that, dude! I thought you had!"
"Nah, I didn't, and now I can't get the fucking things back up! Unlock the god damn doors, man!"
She watched the driver begin to frantically press the unlock button but nothing happened. The locks remained jammed into place. Niala was smiling even more by this point and just simply took another sip of her hot chocolate as she continued to watch things unfold in front of her.
Both men continued to try and unlock the doors while the driver also tried to multitask by keeping his eyes on the road and keeping the car from the sight of the police.
Now, it was time for Niala's next point of action. Reaching out telekinetically once more she began to control the car, bypassing the steering wheel and working on the inner workings of the steering mechanism. She began to steer the car towards the busier roads of the city, where she could hear the police sirens.
"Man, what the fuck are you doing?! TURN THE FUCKING CAR AROUND BEFORE I SHOOT YOU IN THE FUCKING HEAD!"
She watched the driver begin to turn the steering wheel hard, trying to force the car down several side streets, but nothing worked. Sweat began to break out over the man's forehead as Niala took another sip of her hot chocolate, thinking about how she was going to have to go back and get another cup of the addicting stuff.
She listened to the pair start to argue, the passenger continuing to wave his gun around threatening. Eventually Niala willed the car to a stop; right in front of the police barricade. Before she could be spotted however she jumped herself out of the backseat of the car with a "Bye gentleman" as she disappeared, scaring them even further than they already were.
She reappeared, her hand up around the pendant that hung from around her neck, in a nearby alleyway, hidden by the shadows. She continued to sip her hot chocolate as she watched the men get removed from the vehicle... She then turned, tossing her empty cup into the garbage before slipping her hands into her pockets and walking back towards the cafe....
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