They weren't just lovebirds trapped in the constant debacle of thei rlove. Trying to make time for themselves or having it shared in the intimacy of a house. No. Bobby and Stephen were more than that. They worked together.
"There are three men on the left hall way, one is easily distracted by loud noises. Careful with those, I know you can take them down but they don't know what is happening."
A villain had recently taken over the New York city most known warehouses, placing bombs in different ones after who knew what. Their job wasn't to stop them but to prevent the boms from imploding. Stephen, from outside had to be Bobby's eyes, just like any computer tech would be. Except he had a special talent to tell more.
"The bombers are getting one floor up. I can hear them munching about how they're not paid enough for that."
