No, Smooth Sailing, Until You Get There...

It's strange, there are several burnt out wrecks dragged off to the side of the highway, but you follow the GPS into town and reach the Target with no trouble. People are going about their daily routines, but when the two of you step out of the SUV your hackles rise in the immediate and unmistakable sensation of being WATCHED...

"What the hell's going on Sam?" Jean asks where she stands next to you looking around at the largely disinterested shoppers heading into Target, trying to identify the source of the disturbing sensation of being closely observed by some potentially hostile ****, then she takes your arm and starts dragging you inside. "Come in with me, and act casual, I'll explain when we're in the changing room..." She whispers in your 'ear', but your enhanced senses pick it up easily...