If she'd had telepathy, Crosshairs would resent that thought.
She'd gotten bored of sighting in Nicholas and making whispers "bang, bang." noises an hour ago.
Now she was using her IR painting gear to make little quickly fading smiley-faces on the sides of people's heads.
"No, not ye...belay that, there they are. Regular as rain, headed for the coffee shop. They'll be on you in thirty seconds. Get ready for tag, grab and jump."
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