xxtheodore walder & sterling matthews
#D85656 & #7B988B
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Theo returned Ollie's warm smile, a wave of relief washing over him. Oliver's presence had somewhat of a calming effect over his nerves. "Don't worry, Theo, if we're tight on space, I'm more than willing to sacrifice Sterling," The comment received a chuckle from Theodore and he subtly winked and mouthed a simple 'Thanks' to Ollie. It was best not to get him antsy or worked up in any fashion before a mission, at this point he was probably the most cautious he'd ever been in his life. That didn't mean it necessarily worked all the time. "I second that motion," Sterling shook his head in annoyance shooting a look at both Skye and Ollie. "oh, good grief" he muttered under his breath.
Sterling leaned back into his chair, and closed his eyes focusing on the area around him as the rumbling of the van became a simple background noise. He could hear the faint whisper of music coming from Theodore's headphones, and the tap, tap, tap of Skye's leg as she nervously jittered, most likely in anticipation. Then suddenly it went quiet. When he opened his eyes, everything was moving in an almost blur, as he simply made things go - well, a little bit faster. What could he say, his patience was running a little thin. It was a small enough shift not to really drain him of his abilities.
Within a matter of seconds everything suddenly shifted back into clear as the van stopped, and he twitched slightly in his seat as things fell back into place. "We're here, folks." The corner of his mouth twitched up in smirk and he glanced at the other three"Finally" He said quietly to himself.
The van stopped about a block from where the bank actually sat, and already the sounds of police sirens and chaos could be heard. Theodore finally broke the silence, speaking up from his spot in the van. "I can help corral the hostages and get them out before anything gets too ugly. Ollie-" He shifted his gaze towards the boy, "I don't really know- how it works, but I might need some help finding them". He was inferring to the boys precognitive abilities, as they could be quite useful if the hostages were trapped in a certain section of the bank. Sterling turned his head to Skye, giving her a rather smartass grin, "I guess that leaves us on damage control, huh?".