//thanks! :D
I have a swim meet today, that’s why I’m on rn. I have to leave in 5 mins
“I am, I am,” Anya hastily reassured him, holding her tea again. (I’m honestly too lazy to figure out how to say that eloquently rn lol.) “Don’t worry.”
(Ah, okay. Have fun!)
“Good,” Spencer said softly, giving a slow nod as he looked down into his own mug. He couldn’t lose her, too…
//it will not be fun. It will, however, be really really cold….
Thanks tho! :)
For lack of a better thing to do, Anya took another sip of tea. “So,” she said awkwardly, in an attempt to break the silence. “What happens now? Do we… we can’t go back… can we? I don’t think… ugh, sorry I’m talking about this again… I just… I really can’t think about anything else.”
(Oof…)
Spencer shook his head to clear his thoughts and looked up at Anya. “No, it’s okay. Honestly, I’m not sure what to do, but we have to decide quickly; the director expects us back any day now.”
“Yeah. I mean, we’re master spies, right?” Anya muttered, smiling wryly. “We could just go back… pretend nothing is wrong… and collect information from the inside…”
Spencer nodded slowly. “That’s actually a good idea… We have to be very careful, though.”
Anya nodded, biting her lip. “Really, really careful. And we’d have to act as though nothing was wrong… and we probably can’t talk about it at headquarters, in case we’re bugged.”
“Wow, this is going to be fun…” Spencer sighed.
“Just great,” Anya agreed, her voice laced with sarcasm. “And we can’t write anything about it on any tech device…. I guess we’ll just have to write notes and shred them?”
(I'm annoyed with my English class/book/whatever-thing… And I really don't like dealing with poetry…)
"Unless someone was able to piece them back together… Gosh, this is hard," Spencer sighed.
//poetry is really frustrating!
“Yeah,” Anya muttered, standing up and pacing again. “I mean, I have a shredder-shredder, like an automated one, but someone could bug it to scan as it shreds?” She paused, thinking. “This is getting harder the more I think about it.”
(I’m good now… I might have thrown a bit of a tantrum, but we’re past that I think.)
“If someone did that, I’m sure they’d have to have already been suspicious of us… Maybe we’ll be safe,” Spencer mused as he watched her pace.
//lol. Well, that’s good. If it makes you feel any better, I’m doing a stupid poetry unit thingy too, and it’s really hard! :P
“Maybe,” Anya said, shaking her head slightly. “But we can’t be sure. I dunno about you, but I don’t want to be living a life of ‘maybe’s, checking over my shoulder everywhere I go.”
(Lol. Sounds fun.)
“I think we’ll be doing that anyway, if we stay,” Spencer sighed, rubbing at his face with his hands. Gosh, this was all so confusing…
//yeap
“You’re not wrong,” Anya agreed. She stopped pacing abruptly. “What if… what if we… can we just run?” She turned to face Spencer. “We know how to hide… they’d lose us in a millisecond, if we want them to… though it doesn’t help anybody… and we’d still have little to no information…”
Spencer nodded thoughtfully. “That could work… If we faked our deaths, then they wouldn’t be able to find us anywhere. We could make new identities. Look for things on our own terms…”
“Yeah,” Anya muttered, nodding. “How could we… there’d have to be bodies… but that’s easy enough… where do you want to go?”
Spencer sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “Where would they think it was least likely for us to be? California? Maybe Minnesota… Or Texas…”
“See, we probably shouldn’t go to the first place you think of,” Anya said thoughtfully. “Because they trained us to think.” She paused for a moment, then suggested, “How bout we figure out what the most common name is in the US, then move to a place where there are a bunch of them?”
Spencer nodded slowly. “That could work… I think it’s Johnson, but I’d have to double check.”
Anya nodded. "And I think Mary is the most common female first name… so that could work."
“I’ll have to look for the most common male name… We have quite a bit of research to do, huh?” Spencer chuckled.
“Yeah,” Anya said, a faint smile on her face. “Actually, the more that I think about it… I think James is the most common male name… at least, as of two years ago, anyway… and they wouldn’t think that we’d keep your name as-is….”
“James Johnson, then,” Spencer chuckled. “So, if you were Mary Johnson, would that make you my sister or my wife?”
“Well, wife would be easier to explain,” Anya started, smiling broadly now. “However, sister might be easier to pull off… maybe your wife died? And my job as a… you know what, we’ll figure that out later. My job doesn’t pay high enough for me to afford my rent, so I just moved in with you? Does that work?”