Feeling like busting up a Starbucks

[jakita_wagner]

After the crashes, glass breaking, grunts and groans and posturing, the chatter of the coffee grinder seems to echo in Jakita's ears as she waits.

"One double shot 12 ounce americano and a 20 ounce half-caf white chocolate mocha with extra chocolate for... " The barista squints at the name. "Justina?" She restrains the eye roll and grabs the two drinks off the bar and heads to their seats. There's a table tucked back into the corner, and Jakita's pleased to see that Whitney's placed their chairs so that they both face the door, and away from windows.

Whitney's drink gets placed in front of her.

"The guy behind the bar had a heavy hand with that chocolate, so I'd stir that a bit."

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[jakita_wagner]

That had been in the message sent to Elijah, about Adam's kidnapping. Jakita figures that while he could probably handle himself, this was something that would need to be dealt with sooner rather than later.

"The old man, he has his reasons for everything, and he doesn't always share them with anyone else. As for what was going on..."

She runs her finger along the edge of her coffee cup, taking the moment to gather her thoughts.

"Our timing was unexpectedly fantastic for you, and I wish I could take credit for it. There's some pretty nasty shit going down, and we were there to pick you up. I wasn't expecting anyone else to have the same idea."

[planetaryguide]

"No such thing as luck," she says breezily. "There's only synchronicity. That's one of the first things you figure out when you spend your time talking to the dead. Also, I don't think all of the bad guys are on the same page, because I found this shoved into my pocket."

She holds up a piece of paper. Written in what appears to be a man's handwriting are the words, "Valentina Cazador" and what appears to be a latitude and longitude. "19.4326° N, 99.1332° W."

"Maybe I can tell her how much I hate that song to her face."