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with her parents wrapped around her finger, always better than her brother at the childish games they'd play.
    The rest of this particular day should therefore have been a breeze for her, but for whatever reason, nothing happened, and Clara and Mckenzie spent hours standing around, chatting what could only really be described as shit and keeping a close eye on everyone who walked past. It was vital that Clara pick out a target properly; neither of them were skilled in any form of combat, and they hated running. Besides, running was for bank robbers. They didn't consider themselves robbers, because robbers point guns in people's faces and demand their money. They were opportunists. In fact, Clara's insistence on picking targets who were in need of help meant that they would often lend a helping hand in the process. It was karma balancing out the universe as far as Clara was concerned.
    'You see anything?', quizzed Mckenzie.
    Clara paused, as if giving their next target a couple of extra seconds to present themselves, before sighing a defeated sigh.  
    'No. I'm going home.'
    Clara pushed Mckenzie gently with a playful prod, knocking him slightly off his balance and grinning as she did it. Mckenzie tutted and sighed as he staggered over to one side, regaining his balance quickly but making the most of the opportunity to appear annoyed. He knew this was about as close to affection as he ever got with Clara, so he let her childish actions slide. He watched as Clara began walking up the street, and noticed her stop sharply, her eyes transfixed across the street.
    He followed her line of sight over to a pristine Range Rover Sport, a blindingly bright cherry red colour and kitted out with all of the additional luxuries that an elite few Range Rover owners could afford. The hood of the car was up, steam billowing from the front, while it's owner was leant up against the front wing, clearly distressed and flicking through her phone. She looked young; her designer jeans, top and boots giving the impression that she could have been a high-powered business woman in her early thirties, but with a face that clearly put her in the early-twenties, maybe even late-teens. She was a brunette with dark hair sitting just below her shoulder blades, a snow white pale complexion, and she wore a disappointingly large amount of makeup considering how naturally beautiful she was. Her eyes were puffy, as if she'd been crying, though her face wore the hallmark characteristics of anger rather than sadness.
    Mckenzie switched his attention back to Clara, who by this point hadn't even waited to get Mckenzie's seal of approval, and was carefully navigating the traffic, moving in the direction of the girl.
    'Car trouble huh?', Clara asked, even though she knew it was more of a statement than a question.
    'What?', asked the girl in a delicate, sheepish tone, taking her gaze away from her cellphone.
    'Your car', said Clara, pointing at the Range Rover. 'Looks like you're having a bit of trouble. My boyfriend's a mechanic, he could probably help you out.' Mckenzie arrived, almost right on cue.
    'Isn't that right baby?'. Clara stared at Mckenzie, holding his gaze. Although her abilities were limited to seeing what other people were thinking and not influencing their thoughts, she possessed that natural female ability to tell a thousand stories with just one facial look.
    'Uh, oh... Yeah, absolutely', said Mckenzie, so unconvincingly even he wasn't sure if he believed his own lie. He walked to the hood of the vehicle and tilted his head in for a closer look. 'This where you seem to be uh, having the problems?' he asked, pointing directly into the cloud of steam that was by now gushing from the enormous engine block.
    'Uh, yeah' replied the girl, doing her best to not sound sarcastic in her response. 'Look, I really appreciate you guys coming to help but I've just got off the phone with roadside recovery and they told me to...'
    Clara interrupted. 'How long did they