Sparks Beneath the Surface.

ＳＥＶＥＮ- Cherry on the Cake.

Ding! Ding! Ding! 

"We have a winner!" The carny announces, trying to hide the fact that he's angered someone won a game he rigged to be impossible to win. Everyone cheers and claps for Clarke as he takes his bow, but the rest of us snicker knowing that he's basically cheating because of his powers, "You've won.. You've won a plushie! Congratulations!"

"Jeez, Clarke, how ever do you sleep at night knowing you're a cheater?" Benji asks through his earpiece.

"I'm just as much a cheater as this fool is. Any visual on Carter?" Clarke asks, looking around.

We're currently on a mission for a superpowered mercenary gang and their leader, Leeson Carter. They've been wreaking havoc all over the East Coast, inciting riots in their name and committing violent acts on thousands of innocent people in low-income housing areas. They've also been smuggling parts and bobs for Octurna, so were planning to bag as many of the gang as we can, but Leeson is the prize. We have it on good authority that he's gonna show up, so that's why Clarke, Benj, Kiyo, and Delilah are out there hiding in plain sight here at the Summer's Eve Carnival, and I'm here inside the van, watching, keeping my eye out for Carter and any of his associates. And also, to make sure I don't set off anything I shouldn't. The carnival smelled like caramel and wet cotton, bright lights slicing the dusk. Music thumps from every corner; squeaky calliope, the metallic shrieks of a roller coaster, bells from the ring-toss stand. People laugh and holler, oblivious to the heat in the air that doesn't belong to the summer night.

"Not yet, but watching for his buddies," Delilah responds hushedly, "Say, sweets! Would you like a milkshake from my yard?" She asks the carnival goers, as currently she's playing the role of a flirtatious Southern belle named Daisy who sells milkshakes and other dairy products. Carter and his associates seem to have a thing for the slutty blonde, pigtailed southern thing. I personally think its because they're all porn addicted fucks because who has ever acted like that in their life, but hey, to each their own? And plus, Delilah's doing a really great job at playing the stupid honey pot. Wow, she's good for something other than chucking ice around, who would've guessed? 

They're bound to fall for her bait, not worried, I change camera angles to Kiyo and Benji who are on their way to meet up with Clarke, both with snacks in their hands.

"God, these cheese fries are amazing! I wonder what they put in this to make them taste so good." Benji moans, munching them down.

"Oh, you know, cheddar, paprika, salt, cocaine." Kiyo shrugs and it gets him to stop eating, "Relax. I'm teasing!" She continues, stealing a few and sipping on her drink, "We got some for all of us, candy floss for Wren and some candied bacon for Lilah."

"Awww! Thank you, Kiyo! I'm fucking dying out here! Cheese fries and candied bacon? Talk about A-grade golden hour early dinner. Oh, one of Carter's men, I think Demetrius, spotted with a little girl, heading toward the balloon stall." Delilah whispers and I turn cameras. The computer scans the crowd and it finally lands on Demetrius and the sniffling little girl that is in no way related to him. My heart rate spikes in worry and I don't waste a second alerting everyone.

"That little girl is not related to him at all. Benji? Use your speed to get them out of there quickly. Bring them to the van, don't alert anyone." I tell them and I see Benji nod. He parts from Kiyo and Clarke and goes off. I sigh in relief and sit back down, scoffing when I see another pop up on the screen, the computer identifies him as Michael, "Another two, Jaleel and Chris, at the popcorn stand. Kiyo and Clarke, you guys are closest. I-" I'm cut off by a familiar voice standing at Delilah's stall.

"My, my, miss.. That's quite the set of cups you've got there." A deep and lazy voice with a Texan accent remarks, seemingly referring to the cups she's holding, but really? He means her tits.