//XD no worries
Anya gently woke up Lily and told her to wake up her dad. When Lily had done that, Anya told her that she could wear her slippers out if she hurried and came to the kitchen to eat breakfast. Lily readily agreed, and Anya returned to the kitchen, where she saw Spencer staring down at his food, not eating it.
“Why so sad, Spence?” Anya asked.
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"Oh. I was just… thinking. That's all," Spencer explained vaguely, looking up at Anya. He took another bite of his food and nearly went back to staring into space before he caught himself.
“‘Bout what?” Anya asked, taking another bite of food herself. She could tell that something was off… she just didn’t know what.
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"Nothing. It's nothing. Do t worry about it," Spencer assured Anya. He didn't want to bother her with his thoughts, not now when they were about to leave.
“Mhmmm,” Anya said knowingly. “You know, by denying it, you’re just enforcing that it’s true.”
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Spencer sighed in exasperation and tore a hand through his hair. "I'm just hoping that everything goes over well," he admitted.
(Wwwaaaaiiitttt…..what happened here? I missed like five pages)
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(Wwwaaaaiiitttt…..what happened here? I missed like five pages)
(Man, I'm not even going to try to explain… You might just have to read it.)
Spencer sighed in exasperation and tore a hand through his hair. "I'm just hoping that everything goes over well," he admitted.
“With the organization? Or just the mission itself?” Anya asked, standing up and walking around the table, towards him. (Wow cause that makes sense.) “If I’m being honest, I’m more worried about what the organization will say.”
(Wwwaaaaiiitttt…..what happened here? I missed like five pages)
(Man, I'm not even going to try to explain… You might just have to read it.)
//^^
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Spencer sighed in exasperation and tore a hand through his hair. "I'm just hoping that everything goes over well," he admitted.
“With the organization? Or just the mission itself?” Anya asked, standing up and walking around the table, towards him. (Wow cause that makes sense.) “If I’m being honest, I’m more worried about what the organization will say.”
(It does, actually. Lol.)
"With the mission itself," Spencer sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. He lowered his voice to continue, "So far, we've almost been killed at least three times, if I'm counting correctly. I don't want to worry the president about something like that, and u certainly don't want to get him or his daughter hurt or killed."
Anya stopped a few inches away from Spencer and sighed. “That’s correct. I also think that, so far, we’ve survived everything that’s been thrown at us. If I have any say in what happens, we’ll be okay.”
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"Right. Yeah. That's true," Spencer agreed quietly. "Yeah."
Anya nodded. “Do you think we should-“ She was cut off by the arrival of Lily and her dad. “Hey, Lily!” Anya said, plastering a strained smile on her face.
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Spencer greeted the president with a nod. "Mr. President. Good morning. Are you and Lily ready to go?" he asked, turning to give the girl a warm smile.
"As ready as we'll ever be," President McCallister sighed, running a hand through his hair.
“Good,” Anya nodded, her voice turning curt. “We will leave now.” She nodded to Spencer, as if to confirm.
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"Yes, we should do that," Spencer agreed, returning the nod. "If either of you is hungry, we can pack up some food so that you can eat on the way. What you see is what you get until we can get something else, so you can either eat this now or wait for up to twenty-four hours before you get something to eat."
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(I have paint on my arms and fingers…)
//funzo
“Here, I’ll just…” Anya pulled a Tupperware out of a drawer and swept the leftover food into it. “You can eat it on the way, okay? We have to get going.”
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(And now there's paint in my hair…)
President McCallister nodded silently and held Lily close. The girl smiled sleepily at the spies.
"All right, then. It's time to go. Shoes on, head out the door," Spencer directed. Turning to Anya, he said, "I'll go get the vehicle. Can you get these two out the door?"
//Ugh I hate when that happens. It’s such a hassle to clean…
Anya nodded, already leading them away. “Meet us directly outside, on the strip of slightly less bumpy land that could be considered a driveway. We want the least open air time possible, especially right now.” She looked over her shoulder at Spencer, smiling at him to try and reassure him. “We’ll make it.”
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Spencer returned the smile with a soft sigh, nodding. "Got it. I'll see you in a bit," he said, then quickly added, "All of you. I'll see all of you."
Anya waved behind her. “Hurry.” She led the others out of sight.
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Spencer dashed off to the garage hidden behind the house and scrounged around the bottom of the gold mini van for its key. It was supposed to be attached to a certain place, but it wasn't. Go figure.
After about a minute, but what felt like ten, Spencer finally found the key. He quickly scooted out from under the vehicle and unlocked it. After climbing into the driver's seat, he buckled up, started the car, and whipped out to the front of the house to meet the rest of the group.
//should something happen to Anya and/or the other ppl :P
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(Idk… Also, sorry I had to eat supper!)
//no worries
Anya stood in front of the first family, shielding them with herself in case of an attack. She had to refrain from audibly sighing in relief when Spencer’s car pulled up.
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Spencer rolled down the window and frantically gestured for Anya and the others to get inside.
"C'mon, get in! Hurry up," he shouted.
“Hurry, hurry,” Anya said, ushering the first family into the van and slamming the door behind them.
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"Everybody buckled? Good, let's go." Spencer sped away toward the main road, heading to the secret headquarters as quickly (and safely) as possible.
