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Spencer waited around the corner. Watching. Waiting. Trying his best to be the spy he knew he could be.
The large room was filled with people, each one holding a drink in one hand. Everyone wore a suit, though what the occasion was was not immediately obvious.
Anya easily slipped inside, as the men were talking and laughing. She blended in with the shadows, pressing her back to the wall.
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(I'm sorry if I randomly disappear.
Family will make me socialize.)
//ahhh same
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(Oof, I'm sorry. I totally forgot about this.
And I didn't really know what to write for the longest time…)
A woman raised her glass, tapping on it to get everyone's attention. Once all eyes were on her, she started to speak.
"Friends. Colleagues. I'm sure you have guessed what we have gathered here for," she started, looking around the room. With a wave of her hand, two strong-looking men drag out another man. His suit was wrinkled, his hair a mess, and his head hung so low that his face wasn't even visible.
//lol
Anya’s pulse quickened. The president! His face may not have been visible, but there was no mistaking his sandy hair and the pin clipped to his suit jacket. Wait it out. Wait, wait, wait…..
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The men dragged the president over to the speaker, who lifted his face with her hand. A deadly smile crossed her face as she looked at his worn, broken face.
"Mr. President. Soooo glad you could join us," she cooed. Turning to face the crowd once more, she addressed them, "This man has taken away many of the things we all live off of. Certain taxes, funding, and even companies have all been disestablished."
The crowd booed loudly, some people shouted to kill him right then and there. One brave person even dared to throw an hor d'oeuvre at him.
Anya stood stock-still. She couldn’t risk giving herself away. Floofing bad guys and their floofing evil agendas, she thought stonily.
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"Now, now," the woman chuckled, calming the crowd. "Let's not be too hasty. We're not evil, are we? That's why I brought you out here, Mr. President." She turned back to the broken man beside her and caressed his face gently. "Now," she started, speaking softly, "let's talk, shall we?"
Talk, my (donkey), Anya inwardly groaned. Okay, time to actually do something. President might make bad deal, endangering country, etc… hmm… now, the question is: do I blend in and actually be a spy or do I kick/punch myself (and the president) out of this? Hmmmmm….
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(And she's conveniently dressed appropriately for the situation. Lol.)
The president grimaced, turning his head away. "I will never give you what you want," he rasped.
"Oh, but I think you will, sweetheart," cooed the woman. "Especially once you see who we found."
A gesture to the men behind her brought forward a small, wide-eyed girl with pale blonde hair. The president whispered, "No," as he watched her.
Fudge. Spy it is, Anya thought. She stepped into the crowd, accepting a flute of champagne and blending in easily.
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"Oh, so you recognize her, do you?" the woman chuckled. "Well, I would certainly hope you'd recognize your own daughter. Now, what about those deals?"
"I. Will not. Help. You," President McCallister spat, glaring at her.
"Not even for your precious daughter?" she asked. With a wave of her hand, one of the men took a knife from his belt and pressed it to the girl's throat.
"Daddy? Daddy, I'm scared," the girl stated, her already-wide eyes widening even more.
Dam. They made it personal. Never ends well…
Anya slipped through the crowd, smiling and nodding and cheering when everyone else did. She managed to make it to the front, the president closer than she would’ve preferred.
Okay. Think. How can you fix this? These people have guns, knives… the only thing I’d have is the element of surprise…
I suppose we could work with that.
Anya began planning the getaway. Hopefully Spencer comes in when he hears the conflict…. or my voice…. because I’ll probably have to talk and/or screech….. ugh, even after sixteen years, this is still super complicated.
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(Spencer: sits alone in the hallway
waits to be of some use
hears commotion
Oh, can I help now?)
The president's gaze softened as he looked at his young daughter. "Hey, hey, it's gonna be okay. You'll be fine. I'll get you out of here somehow," he promised her quietly.
"Oh, darling. You shouldn't go making promises you can't keep," the woman murmured, smirking. She turned back to her goons and nodded at them. "Take her away."
"No! No, please," President McCallister begged as he watched his daughter being dragged away. "Don't hurt her, please."
Ugh. Guess it’s time.
Anya lept out of the crowd and spun quickly, knocking out the couple of guys that were holding the daughter. She yelled, “RUN BEFORE YOU DIE!” As loud as she could before hoisting the girl over her shoulder, grabbing the disheveled President, and running for the door.
Please please please Spencer.
The crowd was starting to stir out of their stupor at Anya’s actions, and a few grabbed for her as she ran.
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Spencer's head shot up as he heard a commotion coming from the room Anya was in.
Whelp, I guess that's my cue.
He ran over, yanked the door open, and immediately saw chaos. Anya had a small girl in her arms and was dragging the president towards him. With a nod to her, he went into action, fighting his way through and clearing a path so they could escape.
Once he reached the trio, he offered to either take the child for Anya or help the President make his way to the door.
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(Stupid Application Error wouldn't let me post…)
//ikr
Anya almost threw the girl at Spencer. “Go!” She yelled over the chaos. “Get out! I’ve got him!” She gestured to the president whilst kicking away a ‘bad guy’. “We’ll have to get that woman later!”
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"All right, all right! I'm working on it!" Spencer exclaimed as he took the girl and continued towards the door. He fought and kicked as best as he could with the child in his arms, trying to clear a path for them to get out. It worked, but it went slowly.
Anya flipped over and intentionally landed on top of an incoming hostile. “Defend yourself, sir!” She called to the president. The terrified man held up hid hands in a defensive position. Anya sighed and returned to his side, fending off hostiles as best as she could.
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(Sorry, I went to work!)
Glancing back at Anya and President McCallister, Spencer sighed. The president looked pitiful, he wasn’t even trying to defend himself. They should really teach new presidents to defend themselves once they’re elected. Turning his attention forward again, he noticed that they were almost to the door.
Thank goodness. But this has almost been too easy…
Anya was unknowingly thinking the same thing as Spencer. Just as her brain completed the thought, a gun went off. It took her a moment to register that the bullet had been directed at her, and had grazed her leg. “Ugh,” she groaned. “Hurry!” Anya’s leg hurt more than she wanted to admit. “Sir! Hurry!”
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Spencer's head whipped around when he heard the gunshot. Seeing Anya's leg bleeding, he narrowed his eyes, but he knew that there was nothing he could do about it at the moment, other than get them out of there faster. He moved the little girl to his back so that her arms were wrapped around his neck as she rode piggyback, and he fought his way through faster, making sure to dodge any bullets that were sent his way.
Anya looked around for the source, which turned out to be a middle-aged man wearing a suit and no other protection. Easy, Anya thought, and, even with her leg, she was able to take him our quickly.
She decided to just take the president (who was standing stock still where she’d left him) and run, so that’s that she did. He was bigger and heavier than she was, though, so she couldn’t carry him, but she could most definitely pull him as fast as she could.
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Spencer fell back to let Anya catch up.
"Maybe we should switch. You can take her, and I'll take Mr. President," he suggested, bouncing the girl on his back a bit.
“Kay,” Anya agreed, taking the girl and picking her up in a fireman’s-lift before running fort the door, her leg throbbing in tune with her heart.
Go, go, go.
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Tugging the president along with him, Spencer hurried after Anya. They were so close, so close to the door. If they could just make it out, they would be safer, right?
The doors swung wide open, and the woman Anya had choked out earlier stood there, looking imposing with her hands on her hips and glaring at everyone in the room.
“Dammit,” Anya muttered, stopping dead in her tracks. To the woman, she said, “Hey, I have a kid here, scared out of her mind, you know? I’m just going to go…. Kay byeeee.” She tried to run around the woman, but she shot out her arm. Anya barely missed getting hit in the face.
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(Is that a mole in your pic?)
Spencer groaned. Great. This was just going to go so well…
"Not so fast," the blonde woman clipped, not even looking at Anya. Raising her voice, she addressed the room's other occupants, who had frozen in their tracks, "Who's in charge, here? And what, exactly, is going on?"
The other woman, who had been speaking to the crowd, spoke up, "That would be me, dear."
