"Next Exit: Roswell." (Go ahead and hop right in!)

Chita took that moment to approach Runner from behind, sniffing his heels and letting out a low but short growl. He smelled… iffy.

"No, but it's fun." She grinned. "If you climb up here, you'll get to see something hilarious in–" She looked down at her watch. "One minute and 20, 19, 18…" Looking back at him, she pointed to the side of the wall. There wasn't a ladder, but there were slight indents in the mortar from where Sam and Anthony had climbed up every year.

"Chita! C'mere girl!" A girl then approached Runner, wearing her platinum blond hair in thick pigtails and letting some strands frame her petite–and, frequently-said, cute–face, a black head band resting atop her head. She wore a short crop top that was strapped firmly below her chest, and a high waisted, flowy black skirt that reached just above her knees, leaving a good sized chuck of her stomach showing. Her feet were stuffed in simple sandals. Her milky white eyes found Chita and she made a kissy noise. The husky perked her head up and trotted back over to her master. "Sorry about her," Trebatia said.

"Dude, take a chill pill. She didn't do anything." Trebatia crossed her arms over her chest, defending her loyal and only friend.

(Whoops. Disregard that then)

Sam looked back at her wrist. "10, 9, 8…" When she reached one, she looked up and on zero, a manhole cover lifted and an arm stuck out, slipping something onto the ground. One by one, the people started to wrinkle their nose and quickly walk away. This seemed to be all, but Sam leaned forward in anticipation. The cover lifted once again and a ragtag band of a few teenagers crawled out, covered in grime. They were all wearing Halloween costumes, your typical ghosts and monsters. They shoved through the crowd, holding their noses and screaming, causing some chaos, but nothing massive or hilarious. "Good, the distraction worked," she said, satisfied.

Sam looked at him, considering how much to tell him. "It's a… diversion tactic," she said carefully. "For something else that you don't need to know about." (Wow that sounds a lot more suspicious than it actually is…)

Trebatia listened to the two from farther back, her milky white eyes flicking back and forth as they spoke.

"Not that you're thinking. Of course, some people would argue that revenge against the mayor should never be something that happens." She tugged on her ponytail. Stop talking she urged herself. "Nothing serious. A few bugs, some silly string. No biggie."

"I could perhaps help," she said suddenly. Being a trained assassin was great for stealth missions. Playing a few pranks on higher-ups was a great way to enjoy her vacation.

(lol. So very true)

"You don't need to know that. It was nothing, really. Not my place to tell." Sam hid a smile. She thought she was doing a pretty good job convincing these people there was something going on. "Who are you? Cute dog," she said to Trebatia.

She looked up, "My name's Trebatia. Friends call me Tea," and patted the husky's head. "And this is Chita. You are?"

"I'm Sam. Nice to meet you." She decided it might be easier to talk to them if she was also on the ground, so she climbed down nimbly. "What brings you guys here, Runner and Trebatia?" she asked, testing out their names.

"Just call me Tea if my name's too tricky. I'm from Rome." She said. "And I'm here on summer break. Finally no more math!"

"Ah man, if you'd heard some of the stories about my geometry teacher…."

"My teacher announced a pop quiz the week that I wasn't paying attention," she mumbled. Trained assassin? Check. Queen at dodgeball? Check. Science and literature wiz? Check. A good student in math? N/A.

"Oh, there was only one week you didn't pay attention?" Sam joked. "I've got a friend who….well it doesn't matter."

She cocked her head, the obedient husky mimicking the gesture.

(Can I join?)