forum Spies One-On-One (Closed)

Started June 07, 2018 by @Imperfect_Autumn group

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“Thank you,” Leslie nodded, stepping through. The place was eerily quiet.

Noah crossed his arms over his chest. What was with places feeling off today? His eyes flicked back and forth over the room, subtly taking everything in.

"I think we're supposed to wait here until we're called," he stated. He looked to Leslie, and Spencer's eyes said that there was more.

“I think so, too,” Leslie agreed, but Anya readied herself for a surprise attack.

//gtg

His eyes still scanning the room, Spencer subtly moved closer to Anya. He turned slightly so that his back was to hers, that way they would have a view of most of the room.

Anya didn’t flinch when the first gunshot went off. She just fired back in quick succession, hoping she hit her target. (That ok??)

(Definitely!)

Two more shots were fired in their direction, one nearly grazing Spencer's arm as it passed. He shot back blindly, and, hearing an "Oof!" coming from the direction he'd shot, knew he'd hit his target.

"Whelp. There goes our 'easy job'," he half-joked.

“Sadly,” Anya agreed, flipping over a chair and shooting the man kneeling behind it. “You got the other?”

"Yup," Spencer said, firing at one of the other men who had just appeared.

I wonder what tipped them off? Somehow they had to have known we were coming…

“We clear?” Anya asked, spinning around.

(I gtg soon. Work… Blah.)

Spencer shot at one last guy before nodding. "I believe so," he said, casting another glance around the room.

//kk me too but not for work lol

“Great. Let’s keep going,” Anya said, hopping over the overturned chair and leading the way out of the room.

(Lol. Okay.)

Spencer followed Anya out of the room, occasionally looking back to make sure no one was following them. Gosh, he probably looked paranoid, but that was a small price to pay for being at least a little bit safer.

Anya pressed her back against the wall, gun at her side, and slunk amongst the hallways. She tried to communicate with Spencer through hand signals, head shakes, and meaningful looks, but she wasn’t sure he got the message….

Unfortunately, they hadn't completely covered signals in Spencer's extensive spy training. He just gave her a look that said, I don't understand, and continued walking.

NO that meant STAWP, Anya thought desperately.

Seeing Anya's reaction to his continuing to walk, he froze in his steps.

What? he mouthed, confused. Was there something ahead of them?

BEHIND!!! Anya thought furiously, gesturing wildly.

Spencer fell back against the wall, glancing back. A shadow crossed the hall, and he narrowed his eyes at the sight.

Anya wanted to breathe a sigh of relief, but that would’ve been stupid. She slunk further down the hall, slipping from shadow to shadow in an attempt to stay hidden. So far, it was working.

As stealthily as possible, Spencer silently followed Anya through the halls. Of course, their mission just had to go wrong before it had even started. That was the life of a spy, he supposed.

//where are they

Anya slipped through a doorway, raising her gun in an instant. The room was silent, still. Empty. She moved around so that she was hidden and motioned for Spencer to do the same.

(Uh… Somewhere in the White House, I believe, in a hallway. Although, it seems as if Anya is in a room…)

Spencer rolled his eyes, ducking deeper into the shadows. As if he didn't know how to spy like… well, a spy.

He slipped into another room, automatically going into a defensive position. A glance around showed that it had been vacated. And very recently, too, by the looks of it. Papers were strewn across the floor and the desk that sat in the center. Chairs were flipped backward. All the lights were out. Spencer narrowed his eyes, wondering, calculating.

Anya stood up, covered Spencer's mouth, and pulled him down with her. “Stop taking in the scenery and listen,” she instructed in a hoarse whisper, glad he hadn’t screeched. She’d had a partner who did that once… almost got them both killed…
anyway.
Anya pulled her thoughts back to the present and relocated the sound. “Upstairs, definitely. The footsteps are more numerous to the right. You follow those, I follow the silence. Deal?”

"All right, deal," Spencer agreed quietly, nodding once. "Just… Don't die out there, okay?"

“Dying is bad for your health, and I always pass my health exams with flying colors,” Anya whispered with a smirk. “You’d better do the same.”

//kk. I gtg soon, potentially rn, so

(Ah, okay.
Wait, how much have you seen of AOS?)

"Don't worry about me, I can handle myself," Spencer assured her, smirking back.

//up to ep10ish of season four

“Are you very sure about that?” Before Spencer could reply, Anya was gone, having slipped through the shadows against the wall (from a couch) and then rolling under said couch. She soundlessly walked through the doorway, blending in with the shadows (I’m really tired of using the word ‘shadows’ but its all I’ve got) and disappearing.

(Oh. Lol. Did you get my reference, then?)

"Oh my gosh, that woman is going to be the death of me," Spencer muttered under his breath, slowly shaking his head. He went back into the hall, following the footsteps.