forum Spies One-On-One (Closed)

Started June 07, 2018 by @Imperfect_Autumn group

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“No problem,” Leslie said earnestly, deftly fastening the tie at Noah’s throat. “That okay?”

Noah nodded. Again.

"Yes, thank you. I appreciate it," he thanked Leslie. "Shall we go?"

“Yes, we shall,” Leslie said, blushing slightly. “And it was really no problem.”

"Well, it would have been a problem for me!" Noah laughed, stepping out of his apartment and locking the door behind him. "I can't go to an important meeting without having my tie… well, tied."

“I guess it would have,” Leslie agreed with a chuckle. “Is this it?” She pointed to a black sedan the spy place had supplied.

"That it is," Noah said. He unlocked the car and held the passenger door open for Leslie.

“Thank you,” Leslie said, gracefully gathering up her short and rather tight skirt and sitting down, setting her purse at her feet.

(I'm watching AOS w/my sister while RPing. Lol.)

"No problem." Noah closed the door and jumped in the driver's seat. "All right, now we're in for some fun! A meeting with the president. That's got to be interesting, right?" He babbled to cover up his nervousness at the meeting.

//nice! What season?

“Should be,” Leslie nodded, her hair bobbing. She checked her watch nervously. “Do you think we’ll be late? We cannot be late.”

(S.4 E.4
Also, I like the Cap. Kitty!)

Noah started the car. "No, we will not be late. We have–" He quickly checked the time on the phone. "–about forty-five minutes to get somewhere that is about fifteen minutes away."

//thx! Season 4 gets weird huh? I liked the previous ones better

“Phew. That’s good,” Leslie sighed, relieved.

(Yeah. I don't really like Robbie. AIDA is weird, too, but I'm not super far into that part.)

"So, have you got a plan?" Spencer asked, starting towards the White House. "Or should we come up with one together?"

//me neither but I’m pretty sure she goes phycotic I mean when has AI not cmon now

“Eyes everywhere,” Anya hissed. “I think we should just see how it goes. I hope I give the president a proper handshake…. and don’t stutter…” she said as Leslie, trying to communicate the ‘wing it’ vibe.

(Yeah, Pinterest has ruined most of it for me.)

Right. I'm so stupid…

Noah hummed in response. "That sounds like a good idea," he agreed with a nod, keeping his eyes on the road.

//same.

“I hope so,” Leslie agreed. “I can’t screw this up.”

"I'm sure you'll do great," Noah assured her. "I just hope I can say the same for myself."

“I’m sure we’ll both do our jobs perfectly,” Leslie said, laying a hand on his arm and trying to be comforting. “Can’t be too hard, right?”

//gtg

(Ah, darn. Okay.)

Spencer flushed slightly at Anya's touch. He cleared his throat.

"Yeah, yeah. I'm– I'm sure we'll both do fine," Noah agreed.

“Perfectly fine,” Leslie, agreed, moving her hand back to her lap. Jeez, he must be paranoid…. I wonder what happened….

Crap, dude. What's your deal? Spencer asked himself.

After a moment of silence, he said as Noah, "How do you think this meeting will go? Like, what's going to happen?"

//SO MUCH RIGHT AGH

“Probably important people,” Leslie speculated. “Lots.”

Noah hummed in response. His eyes flicked up to the rearview mirror, and he saw a black SUV behind them.

"Looks like we're not the only ones with a thing for black vehicles," he murmured.

“Is that bad?” Leslie questioned, but there was more than that behind her eyes. “Do you think?”

"Ah, no. I think it's fine," Noah commented, though he nodded 'yes'. He 'accidentally' turned the wrong way, taking a right instead of a left. "Oh, darn. I went right when I should have taken a left. Ah, well. I'll just have to turn around."

“Oops,” Leslie laughed lightly, but she checked the rear view mirror. The car was still behind them. “Funny. They must’ve done the same.”

Crap.

Now? RIght now? They had to meet the freaking president of the United States in just a few minutes, and they were being tailed.

Noah laughed. "Oh, how funny!" He took another right. If the car continued to stay behind them, he'd have to make evasive maneuvers.