forum Spies One-On-One (Closed)

Started June 07, 2018 by @Imperfect_Autumn group

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//nah man its a niffler

“Ugh.” Anya stood in front of the girl, protecting her in case anything went wrong. She watched the scene with annoyed curiosity.

(…Idk what that is…
Anya "stoood"
Everyone's getting matching profile pics. Lol.)

"And who are you, might I ask?" the blonde questioned.

"Depends on who's asking," stated the other.

Spencer subtly moved closer to Anya, still dragging the president with him.

The blonde bowed overdramatically. "Eliza Huntington – assassin."

//lol its from Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them

We’re doomed, Anya thought. (Is it ok if they trained together) Anya took another protective step backwards in a move to protect the girl better.

That's not good… Unless she's bluffing. Hopefully, she's bluffing and not really an assassin.

Eliza straightened and grinned at the woman who still stood on the podium. The woman narrowed her eyes at her, seeming suspicious.

"All right, Ms. Huntington," she started, crossing her arms and shifting to a somewhat more intimidating stance. "I am Ana-Maria Rosetti."

//is it ok tho if they trained together

“Holy (starts with s ends with t),” Anya whispered, her voice hushed. “You’re kidding.”

(I guess? I'm still not sure what you mean…)

"What?" Spencer asked quietly, now standing at Anya's side. "What's up?"

//the assassin lady and Anya in a red-room like place

“She’s a… ahh, its difficult to explain,” Anya said, still subtly backing the girl out of the room. “Let’s just leave it at the fact that she’s powerful.”

//who is she

(Yeah, that sounds good.
Well, I was going to have her be bluffing about the assassin thing, but I guess she could technically still be trained as an assassin. I kinda wanted her to be on their side. She was really just a character I threw in to give some action to this RP, lol.)

Spencer frowned. "Well, isn't that just perfect…" he muttered under his breath.

Eliza had walked over to Ana-Maria, and the two women were talking. This was their chance to escape. No one was watching them, all eyes were on the assassin and frightening speaker.

"We need to go. Now," Spencer declared in a whisper.

//well its up to you bout the assassin thing lol

“Nope. You need to go, now,” Anya hissed back. “Get the girl, get the president, run. I’ll hold off any pursuers from this side.” Seeing the look on Spencer’s face, she added, “No. Arguing. Go.”

(I think she'll just be bluffing, then.)

Spencer's jaw clenched as he glared at Anya, but he didn't argue. He knew it was pointless, she'd never agree to anything else. Gosh, she was so stubborn!

"Fine," he clipped, taking the girl from her and grabbing the president by his arm. "But I'm coming back here once they're safe."

//sounds good

“These lies, Spencer,” Anya grinned. “No, you’re going to protect them and get out of here. When I’ve protected you, I will leave. Simple.” She gave him a just-listen-to-me look. “I’ll be fine. Go.”

"Okay," Spencer said, though he didn't necessarily intend to do so. "Be careful, and don't take any unnecessary risks."

“C’mon, man, it’s me. Since when to I ‘take any unnecessary risks’?” Anya said sarcastically. “Now go.”

Spencer nodded once before ushering the first family out as quickly as possible. They made it past the doors and down the hall without coming across a single guard or anyone else. Everyone must have been in the meeting room.

Anya stepped forwards a bit, subtly, trying to cover the sudden disappearance of three people, two of which were grown men and one of which was the president.

Ana-Maria suddenly looked over Eliza's shoulder, frowning when she didn't see the president.

"Where did he go?" she demanded, looking around. "Someone find him!"

Eliza grabbed her arm, stopping her. "No, no. It's okay. One of my men took him somewhere to make a deal with him," she assured Ana, who narrowed her eyes at her.

"All right, I suppose that's okay…"

Anya didn’t move or make a sound. One of my men…. she could be bluffing, trying to help us. Or…. no, stop it. This isn’t going to be like (just for kicks ima say) Budapest.

(What happened in Budapest?
…We may never know…)

"Why don't we go back to the president's office and talk some things over, yeah?" Eliza suggested, turning Ana around so that she was no longer facing Anya and the door.

"Uh… Sure, okay…" Ana agreed, seemingly oblivious.

Once they were headed away from the main entrance and Ana wasn't paying attention, Eliza turned and subtly nodded at Anya. Go, get the president to safety.

//ikr like TELL ME

Anya didn’t acknowledge Eliza, nor did she move immediately, but anyone with half a brain would know that Anya had understood. She waited a few minutes and then subtly walked off.

(Seriously. I hope they explain in the Black Widow movie.)

Spencer had ushered the president and his daughter into an empty, darkened room. Shutting the door, he flicked the lights on.

"Sir, you should really sit down," he said as he gently pushed President McCallister into a chair. The president nodded dumbly, sitting without a fight. His young daughter climbed into his lap, her eyes wide. Spencer smiled softly at her. "Hey, it'll be okay, kid. Don't worry, I'm here to protect you and your daddy."

//ikr I gtg rn lol I’ll comment later

Anya walked out of the room nonchalantly. It did not take her long to find the room Spencer had stopped in. She slipped in and muttered, “We have to move.”

Spencer nodded once, picking the girl up and handing her to Anya.

"You take her again, and I'll help the president. This time, don't leave without someone guarding your back," he said, his voice holding no room for argument.

Anya rolled her eyes and shrugged. “Fine. But you’d better not die.” She smiled at the girl and held her hand.
“We’ll be okay, sweetheart,” she murmured. “You and your daddy will be alright. I promise.”

Anya looked up at Spencer. “Let’s go.”

Spencer helped the president stand before walking over to the door. He quickly checked to be sure no one was looking, then turned to nod at Anya, signaling that the coast was clear. Holding President McCallister by the arm, Spencer walked out, careful not to be seen.

“Alright,” Anya told the daughter. “I’m going to walk confidently, but you need to slouch and look scared. My grip on your wrist might be a little tight, but we are going to get out of here.”
The girl nodded, and Anya began the act.

They passed a few guards, who Spencer simply nodded to, his face blank of all emotion. Each person let them pass without question, they looked like they were simply on a mission for Ana-Maria.

Anya’s grip on the girl’s wrist was hard, and her expression the same. Nobody attempted to stop her.