“Now,” David asked. “You need me to do this now?” David rolled his eyes, as he activated his turn signal. “I’m gonna be late.”
“Late for what,” Daniel asked. “You’re on your way home.”
David let out an exaggerated sigh. “I have a date,” he glanced at his dashboard clock. “In twenty minutes.”
“This shouldn’t take long,” Daniel said. “I just have to be seen walking out of my office and into the elevator.”
“Fine, but it’ll cost ya,” David turned again and zoomed through the yellow light. “I figure a c-note should cover it.”
“What! That’s highway robbery.”
“No, that’s paying for services rendered.” David pulled into the parking garage, handed the attendant a ten, then continued driving. “Deal, or I turn around and leave.”
“Fine,” Daniel sighed. “Right hand drawer. Just a hundred.”
“Good. I’m parked.” David pressed the hang-up button and got out of his car. Standing the parking garage made him uncomfortable.
“You ready,” David jumped as Daniel appeared next to him.
“I hate it when you do that,” David reached for the bundle in Daniel’s hands. “Just the shirt and tie. The rest won’t be noticed.”
“What ever. Just change,” Daniel said and pulled his dark-green cowl over his head. “It shouldn’t take more than three minutes.”
David pulled his shirt off and swapped it with the one he was handed. The tie was still looped, but he tightened it around his neck. He held his hand up to stall Daniel. David shoved his hands into the waist of his pants, pulling the shirt-tails with it. David nodded when he was ready.
Daniel grinned and grabbed his identical twin and zipped up to his open window.
David plopped into the soft leather chair and ran a hand through his wind-swept hair. “I’m leaving in three minutes.”
“Fine,” Daniel said. “I’m off, and thanks.” He waved to his brother and jumped from the window. His power kicked in and he flew out towards the danger he was called for.
“Twins my ass,” David said. “He got the power and the attitude. I got the brains.” He reached for the right hand drawer and pulled. Inside were papers, small trinkets, and a manilla envelope. Taking the envelope, David pulled a hundred-dollar bill out and folded it into his pocket. “Plus tip,” David repeated the process with a twenty.
After counting to one hundred, David stood from the chair. He grabbed the leather valise and walked out the door.
“See ya tomorrow, Marie,” David said to Daniel’s secretary.
Marie looked up from her computer and did a double take. Her lips moved but carried no sound, “David.”
“OK, Mr. Tabbert,” Marie smiled to herself.