Vesper scrunched his face up when he heard the Pop-Tarts song. He would never understand these Americans. He looped back around and saw the dark-colored SUV coming down the street.

He had been so intent on the apartment building where the deal was going down that he had not been as attentive to his surroundings as he should have. He squinted at the street below and saw the windows starting to go down.

He looked from the SUV to the young woman walking back from the store. "Fudeu a tabaca de chola!"

Vesper folded in his wings and dove toward the Pop-Tart girl. He hoped to knock her to the ground or at least get himself between her and bullets coming soon.