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(I'm so worried about Sly. – From last night.
This morning – still worried, but hoping things got a bit better.)
Spencer rounded a corner and suddenly came to a full stop, his eyebrows shooting up for just a moment in surprise. Eliza paced the hall in front of him, and he didn't know what to do. Slowly, he started to back away and turn back around the corner.
//same. He scared me so bad.
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(Yeah, I couldn't stop thinking about it.)
//me neither. I prayed so so hard.
I’ll continue tomorrow
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(All right.
I feel like a lot more people on here pray than I thought did/would.)
//yeah I felt the same
I was kinda surprised
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(It's cool, though. I like not being the only one! XD)
//lol same
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(sighs When you've got your license so your parents make you drive to the grocery store for them…)
Anya marched the little girl down seemingly endless hallways. Only after she was two levels away from the exit did she realize that she hadn’t formulated a plan.
She’d done her homework, sure. She knew the layout of the White House from its bottommost bunker to its topmost gun turret. But she had no idea who was outside, or what side they would be on. And she could not afford to hand the president’s daughter off to the wrong person.
//thats sad
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(Eh. My stepdad came with and bought me candy, so it was fine.)
Eliza turned and saw Spencer backing away with the president. She smiled, stopping her pacing, and motioned for him to come over.
//lol
So what do I do now?
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(Idk. Lol. I had thought Anya was with Spencer…)
//lol i can make her bump into him
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(:P If you want to, that's fine. Go right ahead!)
//ok
Anya hurried down a hall, rounded a corner, and bumped into a semi-retreating Spencer. Pulling the president’s daughter behind her, Anya froze like a cornered cat. “Her again?” She muttered.
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Spencer nodded, unfazed by Anya literally running into him. Eliza motioned him over again, and Spencer grimaced. What should he do? Should he go to her and risk his mission, or should he run for it, which could also possibly put the mission at risk?
Anya tried to hide the girl as best she could. She subtly grabbed the president’s wrist, hoping he wouldn’t make any indication that she’d done so, and nodded for Spencer to step forwards. Just another hostage retrieval mission, she told herself. But she knew it wasn’t.
//it just occurred to me that there was supposed to be a romance component to this lol
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(Lol. I've been trying to figure out how to add that… Hence Spencer's "She's going to be the death of me" moments. ;P)
//XD
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Anya tried to hide the girl as best she could. She subtly grabbed the president’s wrist, hoping he wouldn’t make any indication that she’d done so, and nodded for Spencer to step forwards. Just another hostage retrieval mission, she told herself. But she knew it wasn’t.
(It's also why he's so protective of her. He likes her, he just doesn't realize it yet.
…Or does he…?)
The president twitched when Anya grabbed his wrist but otherwise made no indication that she had done anything. Spencer let out a slow breath before stepping forward, his head held high and his eyes gleaming with authority.
Anya held her breath, waiting for the perfect moment to flee. She hoped that the president, despite his paunch, could run.
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"Please, I don't intend to hurt you," Eliza said, holding her hands out in front of her. "Trust me, if I did, you'd already know it."
Spencer glared at her silently, daring her to continue.
Eliza rolled her eyes. "Oh, please. Darling, you know I know you're over there," she called to Anya.
Anya made no move. She already knew that she was in full view, but she was willing to bet the president’s daughter was not. “Darling,” Anya scoffed. “I do know my job.”
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(We still gonna do romance on here or nah?)
"Yes, yes. Always very diligent to know what to do," Eliza remembered, slowly nodding her head.
Spencer watched the two women in apprehensive (and interested) silence.
//up to you tbh I was kinda looking forwards to it as long as it’s relatively PG lol
“Of course,” Anya drawled, stalking forwards. She knew the daughter was hidden. “And, of course, it is nearly as important to know others’ roles.”
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(Lol. Same here.)
Eliza nodded. "Sure it is, dear. It's basically like knowing your place in society, isn't it?"
(For some reason she's now speaking in a British accent in my head…
Kinda like a character from the Flash…)
