forum Spies One-On-One (Closed)

Started June 07, 2018 by @Imperfect_Autumn group

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Seeing Anya's reaction to his continuing to walk, he froze in his steps.

What? he mouthed, confused. Was there something ahead of them?

BEHIND!!! Anya thought furiously, gesturing wildly.

Spencer fell back against the wall, glancing back. A shadow crossed the hall, and he narrowed his eyes at the sight.

Anya wanted to breathe a sigh of relief, but that would’ve been stupid. She slunk further down the hall, slipping from shadow to shadow in an attempt to stay hidden. So far, it was working.

As stealthily as possible, Spencer silently followed Anya through the halls. Of course, their mission just had to go wrong before it had even started. That was the life of a spy, he supposed.

//where are they

Anya slipped through a doorway, raising her gun in an instant. The room was silent, still. Empty. She moved around so that she was hidden and motioned for Spencer to do the same.

(Uh… Somewhere in the White House, I believe, in a hallway. Although, it seems as if Anya is in a room…)

Spencer rolled his eyes, ducking deeper into the shadows. As if he didn't know how to spy like… well, a spy.

He slipped into another room, automatically going into a defensive position. A glance around showed that it had been vacated. And very recently, too, by the looks of it. Papers were strewn across the floor and the desk that sat in the center. Chairs were flipped backward. All the lights were out. Spencer narrowed his eyes, wondering, calculating.

Anya stood up, covered Spencer's mouth, and pulled him down with her. “Stop taking in the scenery and listen,” she instructed in a hoarse whisper, glad he hadn’t screeched. She’d had a partner who did that once… almost got them both killed…
anyway.
Anya pulled her thoughts back to the present and relocated the sound. “Upstairs, definitely. The footsteps are more numerous to the right. You follow those, I follow the silence. Deal?”

"All right, deal," Spencer agreed quietly, nodding once. "Just… Don't die out there, okay?"

“Dying is bad for your health, and I always pass my health exams with flying colors,” Anya whispered with a smirk. “You’d better do the same.”

//kk. I gtg soon, potentially rn, so

(Ah, okay.
Wait, how much have you seen of AOS?)

"Don't worry about me, I can handle myself," Spencer assured her, smirking back.

//up to ep10ish of season four

“Are you very sure about that?” Before Spencer could reply, Anya was gone, having slipped through the shadows against the wall (from a couch) and then rolling under said couch. She soundlessly walked through the doorway, blending in with the shadows (I’m really tired of using the word ‘shadows’ but its all I’ve got) and disappearing.

(Oh. Lol. Did you get my reference, then?)

"Oh my gosh, that woman is going to be the death of me," Spencer muttered under his breath, slowly shaking his head. He went back into the hall, following the footsteps.

//yep!

Anya followed the silence, letting it envelop her and guide her to where she knew important stuff would be. Silence is the sound of coverups…

(Yay!
Sorry, I couldn't figure out how to respond last night… Writer's block sucks.)

Down the hall. Turn to the right and down another. To the left, another hallway to walk down. Left again. Right. Continue down the hall. Stop.

What is this person doing? Spencer wondered as he followed the footsteps.

//lol ikr ur fine

Anya slipped inside a room where the door was open a crack, several murmuring voices heard from inside. Nobody noticed her as she hid quite easily inside the lavishly furnished room.
“… to do with him,” one man was saying. “We have few options.” His voice was gruff.
“But the few we have are good,” another man countered.
“Public, we make statement. Private, we stay in shadow,” the third interjected. He was clearly foreign.
The president? Anya wondered. Have they captured the president? Or are they talking about someone else?

The footsteps led Spencer up a flight of stairs, where he continued to follow them. He stuck to the shadows, making sure he kept himself hidden. A feminine figure stepped out of a room while he was in the middle of the hall, and he was almost caught. Fortunately, the woman didn't seem to notice him standing there and headed in the direction opposite him. Spencer let go of the breath he had been holding and made his way after her.

“Private executions are no fun,” the first man complained. “Nobody there to mourn. The president needs a spectacle.”
It is the president!
“Public not secret,” the foreign man objected. “Caught easy.”
“But feared,” the second man said.

Spencer checked every room he passed, and each was the same: empty. Where was everyone? And what the heck was this woman doing?

//what now

(Sorry, I'm in the middle of cleaning my room. Lol.
Uh… One of them could get caught? Spencer could follow the woman down the stairs to where the guys Anya is listening to are?)

//second idea

(Okie-dokie.)

Eventually, the mysterious woman reached another flight of stairs. Spencer warily followed her down them, knowing that if he got caught while on them that he might not be able to retreat. At the bottom, they took a left, which led them to a room where three(?) men sat around a desk. Noticing this, Spencer dropped back and listened from the hall.