(Nah, it's good.
Okay. I won't be on much today, anyway.)
Reaching out his hand, the man took the pearls, though his eyes were still on Anya. With the pearls in one hand, he grabbed Anya's wrist with the other, pulling her towards him. His eyes flashed again, and he gave her a sinister smile.
"C'mon, darling, I'll take you back home," he drawled, his gaze flicking over her figure again.
Spencer heard him speak, and finally decided that he'd been staying put for long enough. He drew his gun and stepped out of the shadows, keeping the weapon behind his back.
"Let the lady go," he demanded.
Anya sighed. “Dam, I really had him going.” She twisted the guy’s wrist, pulling him over and slamming him into his back, knocking the breath out of him. She worked quickly, punching him back the one time he tried to get up. In under a minute, she’d used his jacket to tie him up. “So.” She looked up at Spencer. “Jeez, lower your weapon. Where to next?”
Spencer rolled his eyes and did as Anya had said. "Well, I'd normally say the President's office, but clearly we've been compromised. I might have a friend here who can help us, though," he suggested.
“May I ask whom? Or is it ‘confidential’ or something?” Anya teased, lightly punching Spencer’s arm. (Like what people do when they’re joking u know)
(Yeah, I got that. Lol. XD)
"No, it's not confidential," Spencer replied, shaking his head. "His name is Jacob Rogers. He supposedly just moved here last year, but I haven't contacted him in a while."
//XD
“Rogers? In relation to the famous Captain? Or no?” Anya asked curiously. “And how do you know he’s willing to help us?”
Spencer shrugged. "Could be," he said noncommittally. "But he should help us because he kind of owes me a favor."
“Oh? Spill,” Anya said, spinning around. She was now walking backwards and talking to Spencer at the same time.
"It's really not that interesting," Spencer laughed quietly. "The dude joined a gang to get some info, his plan went to crap, and I saved his sorry butt."
“Ahhh. Bo-ring,” Anya chided, smirking. “That’s happened to me… oh, at least sixty times.” A bit worried that Spencer would get offended, she added quickly, “I’m joking.”
Spencer smirked back at her. "Yes, I'm sure you've been on much more interesting adventures than I have. Maybe you'll tell me about them sometime?"
“Maybe sometime,” Anya answered vaguely, turning back around. “You have anything interesting?”
"Hm…" Spencer trailed off as he thought for a moment, staring into space as he did so. Shaking his head, he came back to the present. "I suppose. Though I'm not sure which one to tell."
“We got time. The president’s seven more blocks away.”
"Yeah… Well, one time I got sent to infiltrate a gang meeting – yes, I have a lot to do with gangs; don't ask me why because I have no idea – and I was undercover as a new leader," Spencer started, running his hand through his slicked-back hair as he thought. He pulled his hand away and glared at it, having forgotten about the gel. "Anyway, I was wearing a camera and mic – you know how it is – so HQ was getting everything that was sent back. While I was there, the other three leaders were talking about some big heist they – we, I guess – were going to pull off. HQ sent in two guys as backup for me, and we managed to stop it from happening."
Anya nodded along. “Fun. There was this one time…. agh, it’s classified. Sorry, I always forget that. But I could tell you an abridged version…”
"If you want to, I'd be glad to listen," Spencer said.
Anya sighed. “How do I put this…. um… world leader, plot, deception, defeat.” She paused. “Yeah. That pretty much sums it up.”
Spencer's eyebrows shot up. "That's it? That's all I get? Not even a little more detail?" he questioned.
“I did say it was classified,” Anya grinned. “And it’s me. Are you really that surprised?”
//gtg soon
(Aw, okay.)
Spencer sighed. "I guess that's true." He shook his head, chuckling. "And, yeah, I suppose I shouldn't be too surprised."
“You really shouldn’t,” Anya agreed. She looked up at a manhole a few feet above their heads. “That should be it.”
"All right, then. This time I'm going first. No arguing about it," Spencer said, already making his way up the ladder.
“Ugh. You are so predictable,” Anya smiled. “Fine.” She followed him up.
Spencer snorted before pushing the cover up just enough that he could see. Once he was satisfied that the coast was clear, he pushed it off and climbed out. He stuck his hand out to help Anya up as soon as he was out of the sewer.
