"A small group of outsiders have entered our city." Flatly, Greg said. "They are not the usual cronies we are used to seeing."
I rolled my eyes. "They could just be tourists who got lost."
"Tourists do not conceal carry military grade weapons." Darkly, Sam retorted. "We need to ensure this is not an invasion from a new foe."
I sighed. "Where are they now?"
"They have a dinner reservation at the Italian Flare Restaurant on the square in a few minutes." Serious, Greg replied. "We're going to watch and listen; see if we can determine their intentions."
"If they intend to be trouble they'll get trouble." Firmly, Tex said. "If they are just passing through, we let them go."
Greg nodded. "We don't need a fight on two fronts unless there is no other choice."
"What's the plan?" curious, I asked. "The Italian Flare is not going to jusdt let four teenagers enter without an escort.."
Tex smiled before growing into his six foot form. "I'm just a handsome single dad taking his kids out to eat." Grinning, he said.
I could only shake my head. "Pray no one recognizes you, Tex 'The Mighty'."
"There are plenty of muscular men in town." Calmly, Greg said. "Besides, we are not going in to bust heads; just listen ad observe."
"Whose paying?" Sighing, I asked.
Greg grinned. "That's dad's job."
I giggled at that as Tex's smile faltered. "You did volunteer for the job, dad." Smiling, I pointed out
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