forum Spies One-On-One (Closed)

Started June 07, 2018 by @Imperfect_Autumn group

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Spencer nodded.

"I'm always excited to do something new," he declared.

“So you are a rookie,” Anya muttered. “Have you done any previous assignments? Undercover? Anything like that?”

"Oh, yeah. I've actually gone on quite a few undercover missions. Just not one this important," Spencer explained.

Anya nodded. “I’ve done a few as well, if you’re wondering,” she offered with a slight smile.

"That's good. Director Barns did practically call us his best agents," Spencer joked.

“That he did,” Anya smiled.

The agents finally arrived at the study. Three of the four walls were covered in shelves of books, and two seats and a couch sat before a fireplace.

As they walked in, Spencer politely held the door for Anya.

Anya nodded gratefully and stepped through, settling herself in her favorite comfy chair.

Spencer sat in the chair opposite from Anya, then opened his folder. At the top was a picture of himself with styled hair, as opposed to how it was normally ruffled, and his blue eyes were more of a hazel color. He also had glasses, which would be less of a problem than the colored contacts he'd have to wear to change his eye color. Contacts were not his friend.

Anya’s folder featured her face, but with freckles, bright green eyes, and blonde hair. Her face was slightly rounder, an illusion easily accomplished with makeup.

The page underneath the photo read "Noah Samuel Hunter." Apparently, that would be Spencer's name for the mission. Well, at least it wasn't something stupid like "Bob" or "Lesley."

Spencer flipped through the rest of the file, reading about his new identity and the mission he and Anya would be embarking on.

The name assigned to Anya was ‘Leslie Janette Carter.’ At least its not something stupid like Bobbi or something, she thought. The file wasn’t very detailed, so Anya read through it quickly, but it covered everything their mission would entail.

Spencer looked up when he finished reading, and, seeing that Anya was still going through her file, he decided to watch the flames for a bit. Fire just interested him, and he didn't know why. Maybe it was the heat, or the danger, or just the way the flames danced.

//so what now

//yep. U start?

(Sure.)

Tearing his eyes away from the fire, Spencer grabbed the file from his lap and stood up.

"I'm going to head over to the disguise room. Would you like to come with me, or go there by yourself?" he asked.

“I’ll come,” Anya said, standing up too. “Though I am not excited for the contacts. Or wig. Or any of it, really….”

"Yeah, neither am I," Spencer sighed, making his way over to the door. "At least, the contacts part of it. Thankfully, I don't have to wear a wig."

“Luuccckkkyyyy,” Anya sighed.

Spencer shot a smug smile at Anya, but it faltered when he remembered that he would have to actually style it. He groaned, then said, "Except I have to slick it back with gel. Totally not cool."

//ok. Have….. fun…?

“Yeah, well, at least it’s still your own hair,” Anya retorted. “Wigs are itchy and horrible and you can’t scratch your head for fear that they will fall off.”

//ok. Have….. fun…?

(Lol. I did. When it was over, we mostly talked about good movies and shows that we like to watch.)