Spies One-On-One (Closed)

Spencer's pocket vibrated as his phone received a text. He glanced around the supermarket before pulling it out and checking the screen.

DIRECTOR BARNS: New mission. Meet at my office in ten.

With a sigh, Spencer shoved the phone into his back pocket and left the store. Turning the corner as soon as he was out, he walked down the alleyway and stopped in a seemingly random place. Glancing around to make sure no one was watching him, he pressed a hand to the brick wall. Blue light outlined his hand, and a hidden door slid open, revealing a polished, white hallway. He slid inside, and the door automatically closed behind him.

(Okay. See ya later!)

Other agents greeted Spencer as he walked inside the base, heading to the director's office to receive his assignment.

When he arrived, he knocked on the door and stuck his head in, calling, "Sir? I'm here."

Director Barns looked up from his desk. His immaculate, dark brown hair was a stark contrast to the piles of paperwork sitting in front of him. He gestured for Spencer to come in when he noticed him standing outside his door.

"Have a seat," he said, pointing to the chairs across from him. "We're just waiting for one more agent to arrive, and then I will start briefing you on your assignment."

"Yes, sir," Spencer said, taking a seat.

(I'm here for a bit!)

"Come in, come in," the director told Anya, waving her inside. "We were just waiting for you."

Spencer turned around slightly to see who was at the door. He gave the unfamiliar girl a nod, then faced the director again.

"A few hours ago, I just got word that someone was trying to infiltrate the White House. I was told, by Mr. President himself, to send in at least two of my best agents to find out who it was and why they were doing it. There is also a good chance that they will try again.

You both will need to keep your identities secret, so as soon as you are dismissed, I'm going to have you go to the disguise room. Janet will help you pick some new things out, and then Sophia and Daniel will help you with your hair and makeup." He glanced at Spencer as he said, "Don't worry about the makeup part. The most you'll be wearing is – possibly – a fake mustache or mole or something."

Picking up two manilla folders from his desk, Director Barns handed one each to Spencer and Anya. "These have all the information you will need for this assignment. Be careful, and don't get caught. You are dismissed."

Spencer took his folder, then thanked Barns. "You won't regret this, Sir," he declared, then left the room. He waited just outside the door for the girl, hoping to introduce himself.

(I've gtg for the day, but I'll be back tomorrow.)

"Someone else will complete it," Director Barns stated, looking down at his paperwork.

Spencer nodded at the girl.

"Hey. I'm Spencer," he introduced himself, sticking his hand out. "I thought it might be a good idea for me to introduce myself since we'll be working together."

(I totally wrecked my knees last night… So I'm going to deal with them as fast as I can, then I'll try to be back. Sorry if I don't respond for a bit.)

Spencer nodded.

"I agree. That sounds like a good idea. I was just going to go back to my room, but we could go to the study together if you'd like," he suggested.

(I'm trying to! Lol. I'll "see" you later, then.)

Spencer's eyebrows shot up momentarily as he walked quickly to catch up to Anya. Before he caught up to her, he put a more neutral expression back on his face.

"So," he started as they walked, "How long have you been with the organization?"

Spencer scratched the back of his neck as he thought about it.

"I think it's been about four, now," he replied.

"Sure, yeah," Spencer chuckled. "Not really, though. Some people have been here ten times as long as I have."

Spencer nodded.

"I'm always excited to do something new," he declared.

"Oh, yeah. I've actually gone on quite a few undercover missions. Just not one this important," Spencer explained.

"That's good. Director Barns did practically call us his best agents," Spencer joked.

The agents finally arrived at the study. Three of the four walls were covered in shelves of books, and two seats and a couch sat before a fireplace.

As they walked in, Spencer politely held the door for Anya.

Spencer sat in the chair opposite from Anya, then opened his folder. At the top was a picture of himself with styled hair, as opposed to how it was normally ruffled, and his blue eyes were more of a hazel color. He also had glasses, which would be less of a problem than the colored contacts he'd have to wear to change his eye color. Contacts were not his friend.