Another series of operatives rushed over with several sets of clothing, along with the phones Ethan had requested.
He stared at them for a moment.
'I still don't understand how they do things so quickly.'
Not to mention how many of them there were.
He took the clothes and changed, finally getting rid of the hoodie wrapped around his waist. Elara changed as well, just for the sake of it, while Kaela lay there on the ground, deeply asleep, despite being practically naked.
"Get up."
Ethan kicked her carefully, and rather than jolting awake like he was expecting, she just rolled over to the other side.
A couple more kicks later, she finally groaned, "What do you want?"
"I've got vodk-"
Before he could even finish, she sprang up, but rather than alcohol, Ethan was holding some clothes and biker gear.
"You fucking-"
She clenched her fists before sighing.
