Rapture was a club, so Mable grabbed a club dress. She was wearing a sexy green dress and heels. Her hair down in soft waves framing her face. Her pocketbook was silver and looked like it was made from beer can tabs.
She drove her truck there just in case they needed it for some reason. She went into the club and walked up to the bar and ordered a shot of Tequila. She knew better than walk around with a drink in a place like this. She checked her watch for messages.
Then took out her phone and typed to Edward, “I’m here at the bar. Where are you, Sweetheart?” To anyone watching she would look like she was just simply waiting for her date.
This wasn't her first time having to meet people out like this for an unknown reason and she wanted to be prepared. Phone and watch were on silent. Money was split between wallet and thigh. A few changes of clothes in the truck as well as the equipment to make bodies disappear. Plus the equipment that an electronics specialist told her about. She kept thinking about the trap that Lena had walked them into, hopefully this wasn't going to be one. Edward has never done anything to her to make her believe he would set her up.
She gave her head a shake and looked at her phone like she was getting impatient.
Equipment:
In Old Pickup Truck: Work Items- Tarps, Saws, Shovels, Rope, Hooks, fertilizer and Lime. Camping gear-Tent, Lantern, Flashlight, and Hunting Knife, Clothes- dressy and work, notebooks, pens, forestry questionnaires and clip boards, small work tablet with internet/wifi access.
Pocketbook: Lipstick, Chapstick, Small aerosol hairspray, Lighter, Matches, hair elastics, bobby pins, safety pins, wallet with State ID and City Employee ID, $50, Victoria’s secret credit card, Business cards, Cell Phone
In a travel band around her upper thigh was another $300 just in case of emergency. On her wrist was a green bracelet watch phone that connected to a little earpiece.