forum Spies One-On-One (Closed)

Started June 07, 2018 by @Imperfect_Autumn group

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Anya couldn’t help but roll her eyes. “You know, it’s… it’s not good… for spies… to know too… too much… about each… other.” Her face fell. “But, yeah. You’re… right. As much… as much as I hate… to say it.”

Spencer nodded once, his gaze turning soft before he blinked and it shifted back to neutral. He helped the president to his feet, explaining that he would have to carry his daughter very carefully so that they could get out of the condo. Then, he, once again, wrapped his arm around Anya to help her walk.

"Is everybody ready?" he asked, looking around at them.

Anya nodded once, leaning her head onto Spencer’s shoulder. She gave one last sorrowful look at Eliza before turning forwards. “Okay. Let’s… go, I guess.”

(They subtly like each other and don't realize it.
I love it.)

"Yeah," Spencer sighed, leading the despondent group out of the room and into the hall. The soldiers had all either fallen to an icer or run away by now, so the floor was littered with the sleeping bodies of the men that had been left behind.

//saaammmeee

Anya tried to muster words several times, but she couldn’t. So many thoughts were swirling through her head. Eliza. Lily. The mission. Where are we going to go? We can’t very well take the president to our secret base, even if we knew how to get there.

Spencer.

Anya wasn’t really sure how she felt about her newest partner. He was cute, for sure, but not in an I-like-you way. Or was it? Anya honestly had no idea. People like her were trained to be emotionless.

//saaammmeee

(Lol.)

(Sorry, I'm feeling emotional rn because of something I'm talking to Nat about.
Aw, Anya…)

Spencer walked on in silence with confused and, frankly, worried thoughts going through his head. His mind was mostly on the same track as Anya's, though he tried to keep it from wandering to her. Instead, he focused on how he was going to get everyone out of the apartment without being noticed and where they would all go after that.

"We can go to my safe house," he muttered suddenly, his head shooting up from where he had glancing at the floor.

//no problem. Let me know if I can help w/anything

“Not to be… rude, or…. or anything…. but the last… safe house… you took us… to didn’t end… end well,” Anya said. “I don’t blame… you for it… Just an… an observation.” She smiled wryly.

(I'm doing pretty good rn. Gonna go visit a friend, so I won't be on for a while.)

"Yes, well, this one isn't in such a busy place," Spencer explained. "And it's much harder to find."

//ok. Have fun!

“Works for… me,” Anya said. “Lead the… way, Sir Sp- Noah.”

//XD

Spencer nodded once and started to open the door to leave until he suddenly realized something.

"Uh… The only mode of transportation we have is a 'borrowed' minivan… Do you think that'll still work?" he asked Anya.

Anya half-shrugged. “Should be… fine. We should… switch out… the plates, in case… in case it’s been… reported as missing.”
She made a face. “I… hate… that I can’t… talk. Not… not properly, anyways.”

"Hey, it's fine. I'm sure you'll be able to talk normally as soon as we get you patched up," Spencer assured Anya softly. He smiled at her a bit before his expression went neutral once again, and he turned to the president and his daughter. "We're going to take you two somewhere safe, and I promise it will be much safer than it was here."

(Should we skip to when they arrive – safely, for once ((Lol)) – at the safe house?)

Anya smiled gratefully, but it was still hard to believe him. To be fair, she hadn’t gone without throbbing pain for around 24 hours, but still. All Anya could do was hope.

//I was just thinking that lol

(Lol. Well, here we go, then!)

Spencer pulled up in front of the safe house, the faded white exterior a welcome greeting after their past 48 hours. The house looked as if it would fall apart at any moment, though it had managed to stand the test of time for many years.

"It's not much, and certainly not what you're used to, I'm sure, Mr. President, but this is the best place we've got right now," Spencer assured the group.

(The safe house: https://i.pinimg.com/564x/a6/6f/d4/a66fd471d53ae318a21e861c9f30cf51.jpg )

Anya nodded and helped Lily out of the car, guiding her to the front porch of the house. “We’re… safe, now.”

//so Clint’s farm :p

(…I did think about that when I saw the picture, yes, but this was really the best one I found, so…)

Spencer lifted the potted plant from one side of the door, revealing a hidden keypad. He typed in some numbers and a screen appeared, asking for vocal confirmation. After that was over, there was an eye scan, a hand scan, and a DNA test. Each was done quickly, and they were soon let in.

"Don't worry about the windows; they're not real," Spencer notified them as they walked into the house. "They're screens connected to cameras places outside so that we can see the outside of the house in real time, without being spotted ourselves."

(The living room, aka, the room they walked into: https://i.pinimg.com/564x/05/3d/1d/053d1d7d17a089d7e6c460b7a6c6d19a.jpg )

“Sweet,” Anya noted, running a shaky hand over the fabric of one of the couches. “Is there… a bed… or a cot… or something?”

Spencer nodded. "Of course. Mr. President, Lily, why don't you have a seat while I show Ms. Leslie to her room?" he suggested. The pair did just that, and Spencer led Anya up to a room.

"Here. I know it's a little…high-tech, but trust me, I had no part in planning this place. If I had, then it would look just like a normal house, inside and out," he explained.

(The room: https://i.pinimg.com/564x/cf/49/06/cf49065a34fa1d69fe7f3b7b9379d01c.jpg )

//jeez that’s extra

Anya laughed quietly. “It’s perfect,” she assured him. “I just need… rest. I think.”

(Lol. Ik, but they're spies, so…
Trust me, it's way less extra than the first one I found. Lol.
I've gotta drop my grandpa off somewhere, so I'll be back in a few.)

//ok. See you
Not really
You know what I mean lol