//oh! It cuts holes through pretty much any material (except vibranium, that type of thing) and Nick Fury used it to cut through the metal of his car and the pavement on the street to get top the sewer system to escape the Winter Soldier
(That's what I thought it did!)
Spencer watched as the device cut a hole for them to escape through. Once it was finished, he looked at Anya.
"Do you want me to go first, or do you want to?" he asked.
“You’re seriously asking that? Just go!” Anya instigated, shoving him down the hole. She slid in after him and replaced the asphalt above her head, cutting off all sources of light.
"Holy crap, it's dark in here," Spencer whispered once the light was cut out. He reached into his back pocket and pulled something out, shaking it. It lit up and glowed a faint blue, giving them a bit of light to see by. "It's a good thing I always carry one of these with me."
“Shh! Turn that off!” Anya hissed quietly. “They may find our exit. We have to be invisible.”
"It's hardly bright enough that anyone would see it up there," Spencer argued, but he reluctantly put it back in his pocket. "Any plans?"
“Run,” Anya said simply. “We’ve obviously been compromised.
Spencer shrugged. That was about as good as they were going to get. Now, to run before or behind her…
"All right. I'll go in front of you, make sure the coast is clear," he decided.
“Aw heck no. I die, whatever. You die, we lose a new asset. Relatively new, anyway.” Anya took off before Spencer could argue with her, pistol at the ready.
(Sorry! A kid knocked over a lamp w/a glass shade, and it shattered, so that was fun to clean up…
And then kids needed to be put to bed, and they needed to get baths before that, and no one was cooperating. Ugh… I'm so stressed.)
"What? No, c'mon. Just 'cause you've been at this longer than I have doesn't mean you can risk your life," Spencer argued. "If anything, you should be safer because you're more of a benefit to the operation."
//aw man I’m sorry
“Just keep running!” Anya called behind her, her voice strangely uplifted for such a dangerous situation. “My face is more recognizable anyways.”
(I'm better now. I've been RPing for a bit and I'm a little calmer.)
Spencer groaned and continued to follow Anya. Honestly, that woman was going to be the death of him. Possibly in more ways than one.
//that’s good
“Not far now!” Anya called, her voice echoing in the sewage tunnel. “You should be glad this isn’t the main tunnel! Trust me, it’s worse ther-“ She was cut off by the sound of a gunshot.
Spencer fell back against the wall, pulling Anya with him. Whether or not she liked it, his first instinct was to protect her.
"Apparently, we've been found," he declared at barely a whisper.
“No, really?” Anya hissed back, but a small smile played across her lips. “Stay here, would you?” She abruptly stood up, hands raised, and came out of their hiding place. “Hello?” She said as Leslie, her voice sounding terribly alone as it bounced around the tunnel. “Is… is someone there? Oh, please help me!”
What are you up to? Spencer wondered, peering after her.
Dang, I wish I had a dwarf right now.
Anya didn’t even glance back at Spencer. “Please! I was… I was just driving… to my meeting…. and all of a sudden someone was shooting at my car!!!! I don’t…. I don’t know what to do! Help me, please!”
//so u want to play the guy or should i
(Eh, it's my RP, I can.
Sorry, I'm distracted. The kids' parents got home and we're watching TV.)
"What do you think you're doing down here? This isn't the place for a lady," a tall, rough-looking man asked in a deep, hoarse voice. His eyes flicked over her, slowly taking her in bit by bit.
“I’m-“ Leslie gulped. “I had to run. My car was a wreck, and the bullets….” she trailed off. “Help me. Please.”
The man hummed, not lowering his weapon. The way she held herself, her outfit, her voice, they all pointed to her actually being who she said she was. But being down here, in the sewers, that was odd. His eyes flashed with an undistinguishable emotion.
"I suppose I could help a lady in need," he spoke in his rumbling voice. "For the right payment."
Spencer could hear the conversation from his spot, and his jaw clenched at the man's words. Whatever it was he wanted, Spencer hoped Anya wouldn't give it.
“Oh, anything! I dont have much money, but…” Leslie fumbled with the chain around her neck. “I have my mum’s pearls. She-“ Leslie felt a tear run down her cheek. “-she passed away…. last year…”
The man eyed her. Pearls were expensive, and, with the right buyer, could be sold for much more than they were worth. Maybe he would take them, maybe he wouldn't.
C'mon, Anya, don't be stupid! That's not what he wants! Spencer thought, still leaning against the wall.
I know what you want you bastard, Anya thought. Go away. “Here.” Leslie held out the pearls.
//wait can I say what I said or is that too explicit
//also I won’t be on much til 6 pm pacific today