Saturday, Odessa Texas, in a Pontiac Firebird. Still. Ugh. Stakeouts. Seriously.

[heromaniac]

"And I think I'll raise a cold can," Momoko sang along with the radio, her arms crossed on the dash as she rested her head on them and watched the street ahead for their man. "For the things that keep us together ~ And I'll drink a toast to old friends ~ and the times we'll always remember"How many times are they going to play this song

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[blondecanary]

Dinah had been very close to doing something regrettable. Country was fine, but ENOUGH ABOUT TEXAS, OKAY?

Thank God.

"...he's been here. In Texas."

Look, she's hot and tired and she's holding a grudge against the state.

Dinah squinted toward him too. "Where are you going, Mat Marcus Mark?"

[heromaniac]

Look, you get USED to it, okay? Just be glad there was no J-pop station in Texas!

"Hopefully to a barber," Momoko snorted as she snapped a photo and then reached for the files in the back seat to compare it to the pictures they had and make sure. "Hmm. Matches up. Want me to try that facial recognition app you found yesterday?"

[blondecanary]

But you didn't have to, right? You could mix it up! Listen to something else!

"Please, yeah." Dinah had the distance mike pointed in his direction, even though he wasn't talking to anyone at the moment. The second he said something, they'd be all over it.

[heromaniac]

Had Dinah tried the radio?

Momoko ran the app and, after a few moments, nodded. "Ninety five percent match. He's our guy." She saved the pdf of the results to her phone and shifted back to facing front, pulling the file of evidence they'd gathered onto her lap so she could leaf through it. "What are the chances one of us is going to have to set him up? I don't see any mentions that he's ever had facial hair when he's been running a scam."