forum Spies One-On-One (Closed)

Started June 07, 2018 by @Imperfect_Autumn group

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//XD

“Rogers? In relation to the famous Captain? Or no?” Anya asked curiously. “And how do you know he’s willing to help us?”

Spencer shrugged. "Could be," he said noncommittally. "But he should help us because he kind of owes me a favor."

“Oh? Spill,” Anya said, spinning around. She was now walking backwards and talking to Spencer at the same time.

"It's really not that interesting," Spencer laughed quietly. "The dude joined a gang to get some info, his plan went to crap, and I saved his sorry butt."

“Ahhh. Bo-ring,” Anya chided, smirking. “That’s happened to me… oh, at least sixty times.” A bit worried that Spencer would get offended, she added quickly, “I’m joking.”

Spencer smirked back at her. "Yes, I'm sure you've been on much more interesting adventures than I have. Maybe you'll tell me about them sometime?"

“Maybe sometime,” Anya answered vaguely, turning back around. “You have anything interesting?”

"Hm…" Spencer trailed off as he thought for a moment, staring into space as he did so. Shaking his head, he came back to the present. "I suppose. Though I'm not sure which one to tell."

“We got time. The president’s seven more blocks away.”

"Yeah… Well, one time I got sent to infiltrate a gang meeting – yes, I have a lot to do with gangs; don't ask me why because I have no idea – and I was undercover as a new leader," Spencer started, running his hand through his slicked-back hair as he thought. He pulled his hand away and glared at it, having forgotten about the gel. "Anyway, I was wearing a camera and mic – you know how it is – so HQ was getting everything that was sent back. While I was there, the other three leaders were talking about some big heist they – we, I guess – were going to pull off. HQ sent in two guys as backup for me, and we managed to stop it from happening."

Anya nodded along. “Fun. There was this one time…. agh, it’s classified. Sorry, I always forget that. But I could tell you an abridged version…”

"If you want to, I'd be glad to listen," Spencer said.

Anya sighed. “How do I put this…. um… world leader, plot, deception, defeat.” She paused. “Yeah. That pretty much sums it up.”

Spencer's eyebrows shot up. "That's it? That's all I get? Not even a little more detail?" he questioned.

“I did say it was classified,” Anya grinned. “And it’s me. Are you really that surprised?”

//gtg soon

(Aw, okay.)

Spencer sighed. "I guess that's true." He shook his head, chuckling. "And, yeah, I suppose I shouldn't be too surprised."

“You really shouldn’t,” Anya agreed. She looked up at a manhole a few feet above their heads. “That should be it.”

"All right, then. This time I'm going first. No arguing about it," Spencer said, already making his way up the ladder.

“Ugh. You are so predictable,” Anya smiled. “Fine.” She followed him up.

Spencer snorted before pushing the cover up just enough that he could see. Once he was satisfied that the coast was clear, he pushed it off and climbed out. He stuck his hand out to help Anya up as soon as he was out of the sewer.

Anya accepted his hand and used it to swing herself out of the sewers, landing easily on her feet. She clasped the pearls around her neck and nodded to him.

Spencer nodded back at her absentmindedly. He was looking around, checking their surroundings for any sign of a threat. It was peaceful. Almost too peaceful.

"Something feels off," he muttered, his hand going to rest subconsciously where his gun was concealed.

“Concealed for a reason,” Anya said, nodding to his hand. “Noah, cmon, you’re being rediculous.”

Spencer blinked and dropped his hand. He really hadn't realized he was doing that. Shaking his head, he went back into 'Noah mode' and smiled at Anya.

"Sorry, Leslie. I guess I'm just wary because of earlier," Noah said.

“Yeah. I dunno why that would happen to us,” Leslie said. “I’m pretty sure we go this way.”

"We must have been mistaken for someone else," Noah proposed, following Leslie.

“That’s the only explanation,” Leslie agreed. “I mean, government issue cars are pretty much all identical.”

Noah nodded. "That they are. I'm sure it was an honest mistake. Although, not too honest…"

Leslie laughed, but there was no humor in the sound. “That’s all that makes sense.” Thy arrived at the entrance they’d been instructed to arrive at, albeit a half-hour late and smeared with ash and dust. Leslie looked over at Noah, as if for reassurance.

Noah pulled out a card and swiped it in front of the door, giving Leslie a reassuring smile. He opened the door for her, letting her go in first.