“Everything was done for me by the NSA. And they oversee everything I do, I can barely pick my own curtains, let alone steal an identity.” She then rubbed a little spot on her arm where a tracking device was hidden under her skin, a scar still visible.
At that moment Buddy realized that it’s not always about him. He wondered how much he had impacted Mirage and if it would have been better off if he just left her alone. Too bad he can’t turn back in life and change paths. “I’m sorry,” he felt awkward, “I probably messed up your whole life.”
“It’s of my own doing.” She hid her scar. She was after all the one who led the Parr family back to Metroville and ruined Buddy’s scheme.
She then looked out the coffee shop window one last time for the group that never showed before standing up. Her cup was empty so it was time for her to go back to her empty apartment. “See you at work Mr. Pine?” She nodded as she hung her bag on her shoulder, waiting some sort of approval for her to leave.