forum Spies One-On-One (Closed)

Started June 07, 2018 by @Imperfect_Autumn group

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Spencer bit back another groan. "You don't sound fine," he argued. "What about the others? I can't see them."

(Making up a name here) “Jemma? Are… are you… okay?” Anya asked the president’s daughter. “Sir? How-“ she paused for breath “-about you?”

(Yeah, "making up a name". Lol.)

"I'm scared! And my legs hurt," the girl complained.

The president reached over to hold his daughter's hand. "It'll be okay, sweetheart. We'll get out of here all right," he assured her before replying to Anya. "I'm fine. A little shaken up, but I'll get over it."

“Good.” Anya smiled weakly. “Sp- Noah? Are we…. where are we?”

Spencer opened his tightly-shut eyes to look around. "Fifth Street and Quincy Avenue. There's a hotel across the street and a bar at the end of the block."

“We need to… to get out of DC. Keep… keep driving,” Anya instructed.

"I can't," Spencer growled. "The van is stuck under a lamp post."

“Ugh. And we… we can’t walk… we have the president, for… for crying out… out loud.” Anya smiled, but it was more of a grimace. “I think… my ribs… are broken…”

"Crap," Spencer whispered to himself. He would have laid his head against the steering wheel, but he couldn't get that far because of the lamp.

What were they supposed to do now? None of them could move, and Anya needed serious medical attention. Soon.

“Spencer?” In her daze, Anya had forgotten to use Spencer’s alias. “Can you… jumpstart… a car?”

"Yeah, kinda. You should stop talking, Leslie. It's only going to hurt you more," Spencer said, slightly stressing her pseudonym to remind her. Not that it really mattered, anyway. She'd already done it.

Anya cursed. “Right. Well, we are… are near a car park… I mean… I mean parking lot…”

Spencer narrowed his eyes. "I can't just leave you alone in here while I go get another vehicle," he argued, clutching at his head as a sudden, fierce headache started.

A cough coming from the back of the vehicle reminded him that there was one other person. Eliza offered to either stay with the van or go get a new car for them, to which Spencer silently had many objections. Rather than voicing them, he looked at Anya in the rearview mirror, his eyes questioning.

//gimme a sec

//gimme a sec

(Okie-dokie.)

“She can stay… here,” Anya said, a cough wracking her body and igniting sharp pain in her ribs. “You get… the car….”

(Crud, I forgot to post my response! So sorry!)

Spencer grimaced at her cough, then nodded. He looked over to the door and tried to open it, pushing out a few times. With a frown, he realized that the doors were still locked, so he unlocked them and tried again. This time, it opened.

"I will be back as soon as I can," he promised, stepping out of the car.

Anya nodded wordlessly. She was in pain, but she was loath to admit it.

//lol ur fine
NOTICE OF ABSENCE
I will not be on at all tomorrow or Wednesday. So if you need me…. idk.
Just FYI :)

(I know. I've seen it on two other RPs. Lol.)

Spencer hadn't looked at his hand since he'd taken it off of his head, but as he was heading toward the parking lot, he looked down. With another grimace, he saw blood covering his palm. He reached back up to gently touch his head, then brought his hand back down to see if his head was still bleeding and, if so, how much. There was a fair amount of blood, but it wasn't anything deadly serious. Well, he hoped it wasn't that bad, anyway…

//I’ll have to do this later I gtg sorry

(Ah, okay. It's fine.
Have fun with your two Notebook-free days!)

Anya did a quick evaluation of the car. Eliza was alive. The President was alive. His daughter was alive, lightly injured. She’d be alright. Anya, on the other hand…. she didn’t know if she, herself, was alright. Her whole body was throbbing in rythym with the blood pumping through her veins. She was pretty sure her ribs were broken, and she had several nasty cuts.
I’ll be fine, she chanted in her head, over and over again. I. Will. Be. Fine.

(…The two most important characters are injured…
Whelp.
Also, I finished The Selection at four this morning…)

Spencer took a deep breath to steady himself before continuing on to the parking lot. If anyone thought anything of how he looked, they didn't say anything. He wasn't stopped once, and he soon arrived.

//REALLY DID YOU LIKE IT

Anya sighed, wincing as a fresh wave of pain rolled in. “Okay. Eliza? Can you… protect….” Anya grimaced, and, hoping Eliza had gotten the gist, added meekly, “Please.”

(YES! And then I finished book three about four hours ago…)

"Of course. That's what I'm here for," Eliza said, nodding once.

Spencer found the vehicle that looked like it would be the best option to "borrow". He made sure he wasn't being watched, though he did so in a way that would keep suspicion away, and did what he needed to do in order to take it. Once the gray minivan was started, he carefully drove back to the black van.

//REALLY?!

“Thanks,” Anya said. She sat up as best as she could and added, “I hear Spence coming…”

(…Yeah…I read a lot…
Did she really just call him Spence?)

Spencer pulled up behind the black van and jumped out, leaving the other vehicle running. He opened the sliding door and then yanked the back doors of the government vehicle open wide.

"C'mon, c'mon. We gotta go!" he exclaimed, though shouting gave him a headache.

//mayyybbeeeeeeee :) is that ok?

“Okay.” Anya shoved the president and his daughter into the backseat of the sedan, then climbed in herself. A rush off adrenaline had empowered her movements, but now she just felt even more drained. “Where are we….. going?”

(Uh, yeah! It's cute!)

"Eliza, take care of them. Help Anya," Spencer directed before he shut the door and climbed into the front seat. He glanced at Anya through the rearview mirror as he spoke. "Remember that friend that owes me a favor? I think that would be a good place to start. No one knows I have ties with him, so they wouldn't think of heading there."

(I had a thought.
What if someone hurts Anya, near to the point of killing her? Then when Spencer finds out and saves her or whatever, he gets really mad and starts to take it out in the bad guy. Before he can hurt him/her very badly, Anya's like, "Don't. Don't stoop to his/her level." Or something like that. And Spencer stops, realizing what he was about to do, and we can figure the rest out from there.)