"You're assuming correctly. But it doesn't matter. I don't intend of staying around that long." Kendall stood up and walked towards the door, looking out the window.
"What are you doing? You think you can just walk out a building of cops without being stopped?"
Kendall turned and smiled. "Of course."
"How?"
"For one, we aren't criminals...this is a conference room, not an interrogation room. The door isn't locked." He opened the purse that was slung over his shoulder. "Car keys and a cell phone. Just have to find the right car." The paper on the table has an address on it. I suggest we stay away from that for now."
Thompson frowned. He checked. He didn't have anything in his pockets. "What do we do?"
"Go native," Kendall said. "Think of it as an undercover assignment. We still have our mission, we just now...have to blend in. We attract less attention this way anyway."
"Aren't you a bit concerned about running around in a dress?"
Kendall shrugged as they headed toward the door, preparing to slip out. "As long as no one thinks anything is strange...what's the difference? I've been through weirder situations. I'd tell you about them, but it's classified."
"You are...good at this, right?"
Kendall shrugged again, as they hurried through the door. "As good as anyone."
He pressed the button on the car keys, and heard the sound of an alarm beeping, and heading in its direction. It turned out to be a standard four door silver sedan, two or three years old.
Kendall slid into the driver's seat, Thompson taking the passenger seat. In the backseat was a bookbag. Kendall turned the car on, and pulled into traffic.
