Re: Capital Rooftops: Cat & Sasha
Cat knew her sister didn't understand things with Bruce. Bruce was the father of Cat's lost child - the only child she would ever have - and Cat had loved him since she was a kitten. He'd been the man in her life for two decades, and Cat would always love him. But his memory? It was more hurt than love now, and that had changed sometime before last year, after Valentine's Day and solidified by Bruce's fake death. And she'd nearly convinced herself that she was alright with it all, with Helena going missing, with him not dropping in to say hello. Her smile stayed, lush and entertained, when Sasha said she was willing to lose. "It won't be particularly thrilling. He'll just stare at me without any comprehension."
"I'm happy with what I'm doing, kitten. I know you probably find that hard to believe. But right now? I'm content." Her smile said she understood that no one was going to believe that, and that she'd have a long uphill climb to make the world realize she didn't miss the rooftops and the spying and the drama that her life had revolved around since she was small. Oh, she wanted to make some kind of difference, but she was making small inroads, and she'd find her niche. "I was miserable, kitten, back home. This might not be happy, not yet, but I'm not drowning anymore, and I find I like not drowning."
Cat thought about Grant, and she looked out at the city over rooftops. "He said he'd help me. I'm waiting for the time to be right."
She straightened, stretched legs, shook out her arms. "If they can tell it's a stolen car? Then we've really lost our touch, Sasha." And as much as Cat was enjoying her quiet little life, she didn't mind this little escapade. It made her thrill a little, and she grinned warmer as she pulled out her phone. And being an ex-spy? it meant she had some gadgets that even Eddie would envy. Entirely encrypted, and entirely anonymous, she checked local dealer stock, and she held up her phone when something cherry red showed up, the intersection a fairly easy one to avoid traffic cams at, and the dealership well positioned for a cat to drive off the lot without punctured tires. "Look right?"