forum Spies One-On-One (Closed)

Started June 07, 2018 by @Imperfect_Autumn group

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Spencer raised an eyebrow at Anya. "How is that showing off? All I did was say something and the elevator just happened to open!"

“You are just… proving my… my point, here.” Anya wrapped a protective arm around her torso, trying to suffocate the shock of pain that had run through her as she’d spoken. “I wish this thing… would move… faster.”

"M'kay. I don't understand how that's me showing off, but if you say so…" Spencer shook his head. "Anyway, were on the fourth floor, so we'll be there soon."

Aaaaaaaand… The doors opened.

//wow what a shocker

“Are you… incapable of… counting? Or is this… something…. else?” Anya asked, automatically tensing up.

Spencer gaped at the door.

"I– I– Okay, so we were on the fourth floor… And now– now we're not…" he stuttered.

(Lol. Poor, confused babies… Your authors are having fun confusing you.)

//XD

“How could you… tell? Like, if this is… four or five?”

"Uh. The floor number is right there…" Spencer pointed to a screen above the buttons.

“Right. Totally doesn’t… hurt to move… my head….” Anya grimaced, rolling her neck slowly. “Do we…. get out now?”

Spencer nodded. "Yeah. Right. Let's go," he said, helping Anya out. He hung back to wait for the others to get out.

(My sis, cousin, and I are watching TV, sorry if my responses are slow.)

//np I gtg rn

Anya stood outside the elevator doors, waiting nervously for everyone to exit. “Are there…. stairs we could… could take?”

//sorry that was a terrible response lemme fix it hang on

//fixed it

Anya stood outside the elevator doors, waiting nervously for everyone to exit. “Are there…. stairs we could… could take?”

"Yes, but the elevator seemed like the safest option. You are injured pretty badly," Spencer pointed out, leading the group toward his contact's apartment as soon as they were all out.

“Doesn’t mean I… I can’t walk… up stairs,” Anya reasoned. “It’d just be… harder.”

Spencer grunted. "Yeah, and make you hurt even more."

“Pain’s an old friend,” Anya grimaced. “Which sucks, but… oh well.”

"Well, it might also make your wounds worse…" Spencer pointed out.

“Good point.” Anya looked around Spencer. “They’re all… out. Are we… moving now?”

"Yes, we are. Hence the movement of our feet," Spencer joked.

“Ugh. You are…. insufferable, sometimes, you… you know?” Anya smiled. “I mean… are we going… to your… your friend?”

Spencer grinned at her. "Yeah. His place is over here."

“Okay.” Anya followed Spencer to a door.

"Here it is," Spencer said, knocking on the door.

A tall, blond man opened the door, and, upon seeing his old colleague with the president, the president's daughter, an assassin, and an injured woman, quickly gestured them inside.

"What happened?!?" he asked as he closed the door behind them.

//that wording tho

“Long story,” Anya sighed. “Can I.. sit… somewhere?”

(XD Ikr? I impressed myself. Lol.
I just made the best pun using a name ever.)

"Yes. Yes, sorry. Please, sit anywhere. Would anyone like a drink? Glass of water perhaps?" the man offered.

"Just a water for me, please, Jake," Spencer asked, using one of the man's many names. That was the one he preferred, so that was what Spencer usually called him.

Eliza nodded, taking Lily to sit on the couch with her. "I'll take a water as well. And she should probably get one, too."

“Just… a seat, thanks,” Anya nodded, collapsing on a chair. “Possibly… some ice?”

Jake nodded quickly, mentally taking down what everyone wanted. "Three waters, some ice, and I'll bring President McCallister some water as well," he said, dashing off to the kitchen.

"Sorry about him. He can be a bit scatter-brained sometimes," Spencer apologized, sitting across from Anya after having helped the president onto the couch next to his daughter.

“No, no, it’s… fine,” Anya said, trying to smile reassuringly. “I just…” She was so tempted to let her facade falter, but she hadn’t ever let it; truth be told, she really didn’t know how. “I’ll be… fine. Thanks.”

Spencer frowned slightly, becoming more and more concerned about her with every moment that passed. He knew she was hiding the extent of her pain, since that's what they were trained to do. Reaching his hand out, he set it gently on her arm, trying to be reassuring.

"I can tell that you're not as fine as you say and act, but I also know that you won't tell me unless you really want to, so I'm not going to push," he said quietly. "Just know that you can talk to me when you need to, okay?"