The evening just before Shelly left, in the hangar of an abandoned robot factory.

"Boss~! I have confirmation that what you call 'my raging teenage bullshit' is absolutely right !" shouted a young man in a poncho and sombrero.

The latter accentuated the 'my raging teenage bullshit' by miming quotation marks with his fingers ; which profoundly annoyed a female figure dressed in blue with a long white coat and a matching hat.

On the other side of the hangar, a woman in her sixties looked up from behind her pink-lensed glasses. In the semi-darkness of the hangar, the teenager could see a golden glow coming from the left arm of his 'boss'.
Without a word, the woman returned to the cleaning of what appeared to be a rifle.

Far from being discouraged, the teenager sat down on the table near her and took his phone out of his pocket and shoved it to her face.

"Either it's her, or I need glasses too !"

'Boss' growled and didn't bother to look at the screen.
A tall, strongly built man approached the teenager, towering over him with all his height. The guy appeared to be around the same age as the woman with the gun.

"Be careful, kid," he said with a strong Australian accent.

The teenager, far from being impressed, showed his phone's screen to the man in front of him with a satisfied smile.

In the shadow of a garden, leaning against the wall, stood a woman. She had an impressive shock of black hair, tied in a ponytail, a bandana around her neck and a patch over her right eye.

The tall man took a step back, his eyes wide open in shock.

"Fuck... It's her" he muttered into his mustache.

'Boss' finally showed interest, raising her head, stopping the cleaning of her rifle.

"You sure ?"

"Affirmative, it's that bloody thief."

The woman smiled, revealing a golden tooth.

"Give us all the information you have, boy" she said to the teenager who had started picking his nails.

"She's hiding with a guy of hers. Somehow she managed to have a cop by her side".

There was some grumbling from the other three. One cop, more problems.

The teen continued.

"Every day, he leaves home at 8 a.m. On Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday, he comes home to eat. Except on Saturdays, he doesn't return to his job in the afternoon. Otherwise he is home at 7 p.m. every day."

"A low-level cop" commented the woman with the gold tooth.

"He goes to his job on a scooter" continued young man. "Shelly probably won't come out for a while. Usually she doesn't show her face ; she stays away from windows, doors and never goes out. Tonight was the exception."

"An error that'll cost her greatly" replied the man with the mustache.

"We'll have to get her out of her hiding place. If we take her minion she'll come and get him. As lonely as she is, one always needs a guy to help. Especially for hideouts."

The woman stood up looking at her gang before smiling. A smile that meant nothing good for Shelly.

"Tomorrow, when the cop goes to work, you will intercept him" she said, pointing at the teenager and the woman in the white coat. "It's an undercover mission. Absolutely no noise, it's a cop. I won't tolerate any shit. You will bring him here to me, unconscious of course. You will leave a message on the door of his hideout. She will come by herself."

"And is there still a shit ? Like, if we get caught ?" asked the teenager.

"As long as I'm not behind bars, it doesn't matter who gets caught by the cops, I'll get you out. Just remember that if you screw up here, the opportunity for revenge won't come back for a LONG time and what will await you here if the plan is not followed will be worse than what you will find in jail."

She let her words sink the minds of her teammates.

"In the meantime, rest. Tomorrow we will have an angry woman in front of us, and there is nothing worse than an angry woman."

And the boss left, taking her rifle on her shoulder, retiring to her quarters.

"She's ain't wrong kids. An angry woman, it's something you don't wana see" joked the man with the mustache. "I know somethin' about it" he finished, winking while pointing to the place where their leader had disappeared.

The teenager pulled out a facial expression to indicate that he thought the joke was really bad while the man left, laughing.
There was silence before the woman in blue handed the teen a deck of cards with a questioning expression.

"Nah, not playing poker with you Tara. I know you cheat."