Em grabbed her backpack, shoving in her laptop, phone, a pair of headphones, a bottle of water, and a few peanut butter bars. She loved those peanut butter bars. A little extra boost of energy right when she needed it, either to stretch her powers to their limit, or just because she gets a little sleepy on the bus.
She imagined the Sherlock Holmes museum, and the back exit to it, visualizing herself standing there, and flexed her fingers. She looked to her left and smiled at her brother. "Hello, John. Torture anyone lately?"
John rolled his eyes. "Just because you can teleport doesn't mean you should use it whenever you need to go somewhere. That attracts attention," he lectured.
"Please, I walk to Tesco's," Em scoffed.
"That's about the only place you'll walk," John huffed. "Listen, Amanda and I are going to be heading to Area 51 in a week to find Mom. We know she's being held there, don't ask why, because I want you to have plausible deniability. But we're going. And I want you to come with us."
Em narrowed her eyes. "Why?"
"We could use your help."
"Why?"
John sighed. "Because. Our Dad gave me the information."
Em tilted her head. "You don't trust the guy. So why listen to him?"
"If there's one person in the entire world that he loves and would do anything for, it's our mother. If he's coming to us about it, he knows it'll take some serious firepower to beat the guys having her."
"And you don't want to burn the place down?" Em smirked.
John sighed. "Please, Emily. I need your help on this one."
She grimaced as he called her Emily. He only used her full name when things got serious. "...Fine. I'll help. But not for you." She kicked the asphalt. "For Mom."
John nodded. "I'll take you to our place, we'll plan there," he said.
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