forum Spies One-On-One (Closed)

Started June 07, 2018 by @Imperfect_Autumn group

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“Yes please.” Anya held out her hands. “Gimme. I’d rather not die today.”

//remember that she’s not supposed to know that

(Know what?)

Spencer handed her the bag before starting the car. If it was real, they should be ready to leave at a moment's notice.

//the if-you’re-not-done-by-sunrise-everyone-dies

Anya unzipped the bag. There was a heck load of cash, that’s for sure.

//is it real or no

(Oh, right… I forgot about that…
Sì.)

"Well? Does it pass standards?" Spencer asked, anxiously tapping his fingers against the steering wheel.

“Yep,” Anya nodded, zipping up the bag. “It’s real. Let’s go.”

"Good. Buckle up," Spencer said as he drove back to the warehouse.

“So I take it we won’t be getting killed?” Anya said happily, clutching the bag to her chest.

"Not if we get back on time," Spencer muttered under his breath.

Anya turned to face him. “What do you mean, ‘not if we get back on time’? We got the man his money. What else does he want?”

Spencer bit his cheek, staring forward as he drove.

"He wants us back before sunrise."

“aRE YOU KIDDINGME?!” Anya cried. “What… why… uuuggghhhhh. I’m going to die. Today. Actually probably tomorrow. All because I decided to be nice to a sorta cute guy.”

Spencer raised an eyebrow at her, smirking.

"You think I'm cute?" he asked.

“Sorta cute,” Anya corrected him. “And now I’m going to die for it.”

"No, you're not. Neither of us are," Spencer declared as they pulled into the warehouse parking lot. The sun was down, and the moon in the middle of the sky. "Because we're early."

“Mmhmm,” Anya muttered, crossing her arms. “Sure. Fine. But if we die, it’s not my fault.”

"Does it look like sunrise yet?" Spencer asked as he parked the car.

“Not to me, but the boss doesn’t seem exactly… rational,” Anya said.

Spencer clicked his tongue and climbed out of the car.

"We'll be fine," he assured her.

“Sure,” Anya grumbled, following him, the bag clutched to her chest.

"Why are you so worried?" Spencer questioned her as they walked into the warehouse. "We'll be fine."

“I just have a bad feeling,” Anya said. She grew quiet as they neared the boss’s door.

Spencer knocked on the door of the office, and a booming voice called them in. He opened the door and politely held it for Anya.

Anya walked in and stood on one side of the desk, still holding the bag of money.

"Ah, Attwood, I see you did find a newbie. Romanova, I'm so glad you could join us. Please, both of you, have a seat," Guilvera purred, gesturing to the chairs in front of him.

Spencer sat in one, and the gang leader steepled his fingers as he waited for Anya.

Anya raised an eyebrow. “Standing will be fine, thank you.” She knew that overstepping the line might get her killed, but there was something fishy about this.