forum Spies One-On-One (Closed)

Started June 07, 2018 by @Imperfect_Autumn group

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“Dude, its our job to be a new person. Sometimes several times a day,” Anya laughed quietly. “But yeah, seizing new stuff is always cool. I mean, this-“ she gestured to DC “-isn’t new for me, but yeah.”

Spencer laughed with Anya.

"Well, yeah, I know it's our job, but it can still be fun, right?" he asked. "You've been to DC before?"

“Several times,” Anya nodded. “First, there was…. i think it was my fifteenth mission, similar to this one, I had to save the President. Then there was my twentieth mission, where I had to go undercover in one of the local gangs to leak info to the Boss. There was another time, too, but I can’t really remember….”

"You saved the President once? Wow. You'll have to tell me that story sometime," Spencer said, only half joking.

“It was… interesting, for sure,” Anya smiled, but there was something missing from it- or maybe something more in it- than there had been previously. “I mostly try not to think about past missions. Muddles my clearheaded thinking now,” she advised. “But I’ll tell you about it sometime.”

(Have you seen Infinity War?)

Spencer nodded.

"I totally understand," he replied. "I generally try not to think about things outside of my missions while I'm on them. It's just a distraction, ya know?"

//yes duh i went three times

“Yep. Especially if you are trying to be all serious in a meeting or something and start thinking about it. Gets distracting,” Anya agreed.

The driver rolled down the divider window between the back and front seats and said, “Agent Romanova, Agent (sorry idk his last name), we have arrived.”

“Oops. Into character now. Remember Carolina.”

(XD Lol. My friend saw it 3 times, too, but she works in the theatre, though, so…
It's Attwood.)

"Yup. My soon-to-be-fianceé," Spencer said.

After the driver opened the door for them, he crawled out first, then offered his hand to Anya to help her get out.

(XD Lol. My friend saw it 3 times, too, but she works in the theatre, though, so…
It's Attwood.)

"Yup. My soon-to-be-fianceé," Spencer said.

After the driver opened the door for them, he crawled out first, then offered his hand to Anya to help her get out.

“Thank you,” Anya said, graciously accepting the offered hand and stepping out, not wobbling once on her three-inch heels. “Shall we?” She gestured to the apartment complex that they had been dropped off at. “I’m number 13, you’re number 12.”

Spencer thanked the driver before turning back to Anya.

"Yep. Let's go," he declared, making his way forward. Once they arrived at the door, he politely held it open for her like the gentleman he was raised to be.

“Thank you. Again,” Anya nodded, carrying her traveling case up the stairs and to the door marked, ‘13’. “I’m going to unpack. Our first day starts tomorrow. Stay alert. I’ll order pizza under an alias. There’s a table in my front room. We can eat there.” She walked inside her apartment and shut the door.

"All right, then," Spencer said to the closed door.

He walked across the hall to his room, number 12, as Anya had said, and brought his things inside. Once everything was in the room, he started to unpack, placing clothes in drawers and hanging the crease-sensitive ones in the closet. The room was fairly large, even having a washer and dryer in the bathroom. That was a good thing, too, because it meant he could spend more time on the mission than going to and from the laundromat.

(Gtg soon. Sorry if I just disappear.)

//kk

Anya hung up the blouses and skirts in her closet, pressing them with a hand as she put them on hangers. Her four dresses were hung up beside them, her shoes lined up in a neat row on the floor of the closet. Her chest of drawers only had three drawers, so she devoted one to undergarments, one to nightclothes, and left the bottommost one empty. Her room was smaller than she knew Spencer’s to be, a small bathroom connecting to the small-ish master badroom, the only bedroom. The bedroom’s door opened into the tiny living room, which consisted of a couch, tv, and coffee table. There was a kitchen off to the side, through another doorway.

While he was in the bathroom, Spencer put the hair gel, boxes of contacts, and his toothbrush and toothpaste away. He looked at himself in the mirror for a moment, sighing as he ran a hand through his already-messy hair. While he was excited, he also knew that this could be a very long process, lasting weeks, months, or even years.

With a shake of his head, he cleared his mind of such thoughts and went back to unpacking.

Anya laid out all of her toiletries neatly in the bathroom and put them away in meticulous order. Leslie is going to be a neat freak, she pre-determined. She got out one of her many hidden burner phones and called the nearest pizza place, giving them an address a few blocks away, which she knew to be a friend’s house. Well, a friend of Margaret’s, that is.

Quickly changing out her contacts for green ones and carefully putting on her long blonde wig, Anya pulled her ‘hair’ into a ponytail, put on sneakers, a loose T-shirt, and sweatpants, and jogged to her contact’s place. She rang the doorbell, praying someone would be home. Sure enough, a real-life Sarah opened the door.
“Hey Sarah! I’m so sorry to bug you like this, but I ordered a pizza, and I accidentally clicked your address out of my contacts app instead of mine,” ‘Meg’ chattered. “Would you mind if I stayed for a few until it gets here? i’m So sorry.”
Sarah smiled. “Meg! Of course. Those phones, they can be tricky little buggers.” She let ‘Meg’ in.

//u here?

//ok. I mean he’s alone right so just lay out his apartment I guess…. I’ll wrap up ‘meg’ lol and we continue?

//sorry bout the long post I was bored

Anya got her pizza, said goodbye to Sarah, and walked back to her apartment. She knocked on Spencer’s door. “I have food,” she said. “Be at my place.”

(Lol. Sorry, I was watching Youtube videos with my sister.)

Spencer finished up in the bathroom and walked out into the bedroom. A full-size bed sat opposite the door, while another door that went into the hallway stood to one side. Across the hall was the other bathroom, and a short way
down the hall was the living room. Past the living room, which held a large-screen TV, a couch, and two chairs, was the dining room. An almost chandelier-like lamp hung above the dark-wooded table, and it was surrounded by six chairs, two per side and one at each end. The kitchen was through an entryway just behind the table, with an island standing between them. The whole place had an open concept, so there were no doors other than those that were necessary, like for the bedroom and bathrooms.

//hi i have a swim meet today wont be on much if at all

//yeap.