#busted.

Me: “Oh, well, it’s definitely over wordcount...”

Sara’s attempt at waking up early and taking a five minute shower all to herself - sans children - had clearly failed. Not that she minded. Not on any day, really, but especially not today when the kids were so excited to show off homemade gifts and to treat her to special foods and to generally just spend time with her. There was nothing in the world she loved more. So as her name continued to be called over and over, she quickly wrapped a towel around herself, opening the door to find little Olivia standing in front of it not only holding a card, but somehow dressed in an outfit that looked suspiciously similar to the one she had hanging up in the bathroom.

Oliver Jonas Queen.

“Thank you so much - I love you, too!” Sara said as she took the card from her nugget, swooping her up into her arms.

“I made it just for you. And look, Daddy helped me pick out my dress. I look just like you now!”

Busted.

❝      was you really spying on me    ?      ❞  

“’No unqualified member of the guild may participate in or carry out any task which may be recognised as a rescue or may cause harm’. We pulled someone, wounded, out of a hole in the ground... I’m pretty sure that counts. We should technically have went for help instead of doing this ourselves. So yeah, we’re gonna be in for it if we’re found out.”

he's stealthy , he's sly   ----------------   but perhaps picked the  wrong  person , in this bar , for his antics.   the FBI agent will find herself short a couple of quid.   and it'll be  all - too - obvious  as to who the culprit is.