That is odd

Johanna hadn’t changed…rather she had simply tossed a trench coat over her sexual outfit. Leaving the safe-house, she walked down the empty night’s streets with Sin. The President’s normal security detail had picked her up and another team had taken the Hydra girl. A sad half smile crossed Johanna’s face for a fraction of a second.

“What?” Sin asked.

“I love spending time with you…” Johanna said, “But for a long time now, it seems the only time we see each other is for work…”

“You only just got back from Canada,” Sin questioned.

“Not just since my sabbatical…” Johanna rolled her eyes, “Since at least the 80’s.”

Sin was about to say something but thought about it and stopped.

“Our last family night was in ’73, the Queen Concert,” Johanna said, “The last time you brought a boyfriend to meet me was in ’79. What ever happened to him?”

“He was ‘suicided’ in ’82. He tried to infiltrate Leviathan,” Sin sighed.

“Oh…” Johanna kept from gasping.

“That is why I made it a point to only date outside of our line of…” Sin started as a set of arms yanked her into the alley way.

“Hand over your purse and we will let you go…” One man said in fluent German.

“Back off whore,” the second man said in accented German.

Johanna was about to shout at the pair but stopped for a second.

“Wait, you think I am a prostitute?” Johanna asked.

She looked down and realized the trench coat she wore over her fishnet and latex was open revealing her perfect abs.

“Woman hires whore has money,” the second man with the accented German said, “Stay back…”

“Oh whatever,” Johanna tossed up her hands and turned around to look around her.

She noticed another figure in the alley across the street. Another mugger this close to these idiots? The figure stepped back into the shadows and Johanna swore that their eyes glowed a ghastly pale red. Johanna turned to Sin.

“Hurry it up,” Johanna teased, “I get paid by the night so you are wasting your time with these two.”

Johanna turned back to look in the alleyway, but the figure was already gone. Possibly ducked behind the dumpster or any other amount of stuff in the alley. Johanna turned back around. Sin was swinging one arm back and knocking out the less fluent mugger while stomping on the knee of the more fluent one. She roared as she then punched the man in the chest with an uppercut. Johanna gasped in horror as the man crumpled at the blow. And the man rolled on the ground Johanna breathed a sigh of relief… there was no blood. Johanna kneeled and felt for a pulse, the man was alive. He groaned. Johanna then slammed his head against the ground knocking the man out. Like a mother she went to her daughter.

“Mom…” Sin said, “My hands are fine… Why do you keep checking my wrists when I get in fights?”

Johanna looked down and realized she was indeed feeling Sin’s hands wrist and forearms like she was looking for a broken bone, but she knew that wasn’t what she was afraid to find.

“I am your mother,” Johanna said, “It is an instinct to look after a child when they are in a fight.”

“You never seem as concerned about my head, legs or shoulders,” Sin noted.

“Come on,” Johanna said, “Before more idiots of the night come out.”

Johanna stole a last look at the alley way where the figure had been. Should could not shake the feeling she was being watched.