She had specifically told them no.
The Archduchess had been so slick, casually mentioning to Tati that Halloween was coming up and how devastating it was for them that they weren't going to be able to go trick-or-treating. And Tati, seeing right through what it was the Archduchess had been hinting at, had been quick to explain that it was a safety risk for the children and that it would be better for them to stay safe indoors. She had tried, damn it. She had tried.
And yet, somehow, here they were. Halloween night. Tati peeked outside the blinds of the safehouse they had rented, where S16 agents and high level members of the cavalry had been intermixed (regrettably so) and set to work on setting up a full perimeter of the neighborhood. There were high tec computers, weapons, satellites, infrared scales, the whole works. And standing meekly by the front door, Tati saw out of the corner of her eyes, were the two little brats she had grown to despise, the girl much more than the boy.
Martin was shifting from one foot to the other. The boy had had enough sense to be scared, and he kept peeking around nervously at the fuss. But Cecelia was tapping her foot impatiently, rocking back and forth and shooting desperate glances at the front door. "When are we going?" She wailed.
Tati narrowed her eyes at her. The little bitch had no idea what it was that everyone was doing, going through just so she could get a dumb bag full of candy. "Soon. Shut up." She hissed back, looking back outside.