<strong>Name:</strong>Angelina “La Operadora” Calderon<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>A bad ass outift on her way to the Job. (https://i.imgur.com/vUUTbEF.png)<br/><strong>Current Vehicle:</strong>Subaru WRX<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Late afternoon<br/><strong>Location:</strong>A car<br/><strong>Activity:</strong>Being chased by cops.<br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong>Violence.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/yeOdQ5n.png)</div>Angelina was born and raised Catholic. Her mother had been devout and took her to the church every Sunday and then some. Bible readings, church events, and stories about saints and weeping Virgin Marys and so forth filled Angelina and her siblings head for years. All until life finally handed the Calderon family the strong impression that all those stories were just that: stories. By the time Angelina started running with the Byz Lats she didn’t believe one iota in God, angels, saints, or any of the rest of it.<br/><br/>Until the return of that white MR2.<br/><br/>The irony of Angelina not believing in her name sake creatures, certainly not in angels manifesting themselves into old school bad ass cars that swoop out of nowhere and save her ass, was not lost on her. All she could think as the car drove off the persistent piggie off of her before flashing its beams at her, was that an angel had finally decided she was worthy of salvation.<br/><br/>“Who the fuck…” Devone said as she turned around. “That’s not Liz and Linh. That’s…”<br/><br/>“The white boy from the gas station,” Angelina said, her eyes focused on the road. “Guess he was doing more than checking me out.” She knew what Angel Boy was telling her and she decided to take the advice. She reached under the dashboard and pressed a button she hadn’t expected to need before the race. The car rocketed forward. She took a hard right then another right.<br/><br/>“What’s going…” Devone said.<br/><br/>“And that’s the last out! It’s pandemonium here…” the announcer yelled from the radio. Another good bit of fortune. Angelina switched the radio off. “Now’s the time,” she said. She glanced at both her sides and her rearview. No pigs in proximity. She took another hard left to sweep into the stadium’s parking garage. Fans were streaming out tons of whom were screaming about the victory they had just witnessed. Almost all the cars were struggling to leave the lot while Angelina and Devone were going in. She finally found a parking spot. She opened the glove compartment and handed a baseball cap to Devone.<br/><br/>“You go left I go right. Get a ride to the meeting spot as soon as you can.”<br/><br/>“What about the car?”<br/><br/>“I’m on it. And this time I have someone I can trust to take care of it.” Angelina paused. “We good?”<br/><br/>“I hope so. Up until the five-oh coming the job was perfect,” Devone said as she put the cap on. “See you soon, girl. Good luck.”<br/><br/>“You too,” Angelina put on her cap and walked to one side of the garage while Devone went to the other. As Angelina left the garage, and right past a cop or two that didn't give her a second glance, she thought about that MR2 and it's driver. Angelina knew she'd meet her angel soon. After all, she knew enough to know that angels and destiny were intertwined.<br/><br/>And if this angel was a gorgeous guy with a sick car...well all the better.