checkmate.

Coffee is poured and a mug is placed in front of Samira. The newspaper is set alongside the cream. Constance is nothing if not a creature of meticulous habit. Unsurprising that her hitter sits at her right side reminding her of one night Grace had broken into her apartment complaining about Samira’s less than favorable response to some gunmen.

Grace was hardly a reliable source of information.

Sipping her tea, she leans back and checks her watch. 

“Alana was supposed to be here for the new client.” A grifter was perfect to charm a wounded soul. People seemed to open up to Alana far better than most of the team. “Better to bring you along and put those people skills to the test.” A note of fondness touches her eyes over the rim of her mug. “Just like old times.”