HUMAN/SUPER First Contact 302

She slipped behind a partition and changed back into her own clothes and her own body.

“So how’d it feel to be a rock star for a night?” Jackie said.

“Pretty terrifying,” Angela replied, stepping out.

Jackie laughed.

“Yeah, that about sums it up.”

“She was perfect, though,” Greta said. “I would not have known the difference.”

“Well, it’s good to know I’m replaceable,” Jackie said. “Just don’t tell the label.”

She winked at Angela.

“My lips are sealed,” Angela said.

Jackie reached into her pocket and pulled out a wad of bills.

“Hope you don’t mind me paying you under the table,” she said. “Since you technically came into the country illegally and all, we can’t really do this officially.”

“Hell, I would’ve done it for free,” Angela said, pocketing the cash.

“I know you would,” Jackie said. “That’s why I’m resisting the urge to take advantage of you.”

Greta coughed. Jackie rolled her eyes.

“Not like that.”

Angela laughed and shoved her feet into her shoes. Jackie grabbed her leather jacket from a coat hook.

“Oh, a bunch of us are going out for drinks if you’d care to join us,” Jackie said.

“I’m tempted,” Angela said, “but Genesis would never forgive me if I partied in New York City without her.”

“Aw, you’re so considerate,” Jackie said, and nudged Greta with her elbow. “Isn’t she?”

“More than you are,” Greta replied with a smirk.

“Yeah, yeah,” Jackie said, heading for the door. “Catch ya later, Angie.”

Greta nodded to Angela and followed her cousin. Once Angela was alone, she stepped out onto a balcony overlooking Times Square. The place was packed with people, even this late. She looked forward to sharing the view with Genesis next time.