FBI Building, New York:
Agent Amos looks at all the photos he and his partner managed to get so far. Last night had been informative. The gang that had been expecting a shipment of weapons, had received another shipment from another source.

“I wonder who those two women were last night.” Agent Wears looks at the footage they collected on last night's stakeout.

“I don’t know. They kept to the shadows and managed to avoid being recorded.” Amos was looking at the footage from last night as well.

“Have you heard from Ms. Falco, recently?” Wears looks over towards her partner.

“Yes, and we’re supposed to meet up with her tomorrow. We’re going to have an undercover unit meet us where she is storing the weapons she received by accident.”

“Well, at least she has enough common sense to securely store the weapons. Most people would try to make a profit off them.” Wears was surprised that Ms. Falco called them.

“I agree. I still can’t believe she went after the people who stole her work truck.” When Agent Amos heard what happened to Ms. Falco. He was amazed at her bravery and a little worried as well.

He knew in the past few years, there has been an increase in vigilantly activities. Some of the people were sanctioned government agents. While others were just people with specialized skills taking the law into their own hands.

“Come on, let’s go and check out this lead I just got.” Agent Amos grabs his gun from his desk drawer.

“Alright.” Wears grabs her weapon and purse.

The two of them head down to their government-assigned SUV. Wears gets in on the passenger side, while Amos gets in on the driver's side. Once they were secure, Amos drove them to the location he got a tip about.

Aylin’s House:
Kathy rides her bicycle down the street and parks it a few houses down from where she was planning on starting. She gathers the boxes of candy bars, granola bars, and trail mixes. All of them were handmade by her. She grabs her bags of samples, to entice the buyers.

Kathy walks back down towards the first house and knocks on the door. She was greeted by a young woman.

“Greetings, ma’am. My name is Kathy Wixx and I’m selling candy bars, granola bars, and homemade trail mixes. All the items I’m selling are homemade. If you like I have a sample here that you can taste to see if you’ll like them.”

Mrs. Millers smiles at the teenage girl “Sure.”

Kathy handed Mrs. Miller a sample bag that had a little bit of everything in it.

“Here you go, ma’am.”

Kathy ends up selling several granola bars and two 1lb. Bags of trail mix. A smile forms on her face as she moves on to the next house. So, far everyone was enjoying the products she was selling and hoped they order more from her.

When she arrives in front of Aylin’s place. She rings the doorbell and waits. She notices that the house has one of those Ring devices.

“Hello?”

“Hi, my name is Kathy Wixx and I’m selling homemade candy bars, granola bars, and trail mix. They are made of all-natural ingredients. I have samples with me, so you can taste them for yourself.”

Angie opens the front door and spots a young woman with short pixie-style light brown hair like her own. She also had a four-inch white strip that went down the middle of her hair. There was a scar that started an inch above her left eyebrow and continued down the rest of her face. It stopped at the corner of her mouth.

“Do you make the candy and granola bars yourself?” Angie noticed the girl was shorter than her.

There was something else about the girl she couldn’t put her finger on.

“Yes, I make everything myself. I have a small food truck I work out of.” Kathy was trying to get enough money to fix her food truck.

“You said that you have samples, I can try?”

“Yes. Here you go.” Kathy pulled out a small clear sandwich bag that had small pieces of various candy bars, granola bars, and a mixture of trail bits in it. She hands the bag to the young woman standing before her.

“Thanks.” Angie tries the trail mix. She loved how it tasted and could tell it was all natural.

Kathy watches and hopes the young woman will buy her product. She still had a bunch to sell, but so far, the sales she has been making might give her enough to fix her food truck.

“I’ll take three pounds of the trail mix, six candy bars, and a dozen granola bars.” Angie figures that her parkour group would enjoy them.

Kathy looks into the bag she was carrying around and pulls out everything. She places everything in a brown lunch bag. She doesn’t notice the Subaru Outback pulling into the driveway.

Aylin decided to work half a day and go home. When she pulled into her driveway, she noticed a purple ten-speed bicycle parked near the gate. As she gets closer to the house, she spots a young woman with a bag hanging on her side. She had a strip of white hair that ran the length of her head down the middle of it.

She was wearing an oversized t-shirt and a pair of leggings with rainbow color tennis shoes. She was talking with Angie and it looked like she was pulling some bags out of the bag hanging on her side. She watches as the young woman hands Angie a brown paper bag.

Aylin wonders what Angie just bought. She turns the car off and gets out of it. She catches the younger girl saying thank you for your purchase and that she has included her business card in the bag.

“Excuse me, but what are you selling, Ms.?” Aylin was curious.

“Hi, I’m selling homemade candy bars, granola bars, and trail mix, ma’am. Would you like to try them? I have a sample bag that you can try.” Kathy had been surprised when she heard the red-haired woman’s voice.

Aylin walks over to the young teenage girl and notices the scar on the left-hand side of her face. She also noticed that this teenage girl had the same style of haircut as Angie with a four-inch-wide white strip that ran the curve of the young woman’s head.

“Yes, I wouldn’t mind.” Aylin knew she was immune to most poisons and toxins.

Kathy pulls out another sample bag and hands it to Aylin. “Here you go, ma’am.”

Aylin accepts the clear sandwich bag and opens it. She could tell right away that the trail mix inside was homemade just from the smell. When she tried some, she could taste that it didn’t have that sugary taste to it that most trail mix has covered.

She tries the small pieces of different candy bars and granola bars. She could tell just from the taste that the candy bars and granola bars weren’t the commercially made ones. They had a sweeter and fresher taste to it.

“Where does the money go that you receive?” Aylin looks at the young teen.

“I’m trying to fix my food truck. I use it to sell my snacks and such.”

Aylin thinks about what the young woman said. She reaches into her purse and pulls out her checkbook. She looks at the young girl “How much do you have left to sell?”

“About forty bags of trail mix and eighty candy bars and granola bars.”

“I’ll buy everything you have left and give this person a call. Tell the person I sent you.”

Kathy accepts the business. She looked at it and noticed it was an auto repair garage. She looks back at Aylin and gives her the total cost for everything she has left.

Aylin writes a check for a little more for what the young woman said and hands it to her.

“Here, you go. Why don’t you come inside and tell me more about these bars.”

“Yes ma’am.” Kathy follows behind Aylin.

Angie closes door the behind them.