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A smile quirked a corner of Spencer's lip upwards.
"Yeah, they do. And I've seen you train, you're good, people shouldn't take you for granted."
Spies One-On-One (Closed)
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“Well, I appreciate it,” Anya said. “And— I don’t know if this was your goal— but I am slightly more inclined to help you now.”
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"Honestly, I didn't have a goal," Spencer said with an awkward laugh.
“Gotcha,” Anya nodded. “Well, when do we leave?”
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Spencer clicked his tongue and checked his watch.
"Two hours."
“See you then,” Anya said, no trace of reaction crossing her face. “The usual hidden exit, I presume?”
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"Yeah, I'll meet you there," Spencer said with a nod and half grin.
“Good.” Anya closed the door.
She turned around and walked over to her ratty couch, sitting down. “That was cold,” she muttered to herself. “I know I know him… but how…”
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Spencer nodded at the closed door before heading back to his bed.
(Tttttime skip!!!)
//yeet :D
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(Wow, I love how that's all you said. Lol.)
Spencer stood at the door two hours later. He checked his watch, waiting for Anya.
//ikr I’m amazing :P
Anya opened the door and stepped outside, not perturbed by Spencer’s presence in the slightest. “Ready to go, Attwood?”
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(Yup, you are! :P)
"Would I be here if I wasn't?" Spencer asked with a raised eyebrow.
//:D
“Have you ever heard of a rhetorical question?” Anya smirked, breezing past him.
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"Obviously I have, otherwise I wouldn't have just asked one," Spencer chuckled, following her out the door.
Anya shook her head. “Nobody purposefully asks a rhetorical question.”
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"They totally do!" Spencer argued.
“You are only saying that because you unintentionally asked one, and you refuse to admit it,” Anya said.
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"No, I'm not," Spencer laughed. "This conversation isn't going anywhere…"
“That is correct,” Anya nodded. “However, the car we are currently getting into is going somewhere.” Because the writer is great at making characters move.
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(Lol.)
Spencer chuckled, shaking his head slowly.
"That is very true," he said as he opened the passenger door for her. "After you."
“I want to drive,” Anya said, not moving. “Though I appreciate the chivalry.”
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"I can drive. I promise not to get us into an accident," Spencer said with an amused smile.
“But you see,” Anya smiled wryly, “If I drive, I automatically have more information. And I honestly have no idea what we’re doing, so some info might be a good thing.”
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(When the writer forgets what she as having the characters do…
They should fall in love again, soon. Maybe while they're doing the task?)
Spencer chuckled. "All right, fine, then," he acquiesced. "Be my guest. I can give you directions as you drive."
//okey dokey :D
“Works for me,” Anya said happily, climbing into the front seat.
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(I literally– Never mind. I remember what they were doing now. Lol.)
Spencer gave Anya directions as they drove. Soon, they were pulling up to a large, cerulean-colored house with white trim.
"This is it," Spencer said as they arrived.
//lol
Anya turned off the engine. “So what are we doing?”
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"This guy owes the boss money. We have to get it from him one way or another," Spencer explained.
“Can we just steal his fingerprint? I’m assuming his security regarding money is fingerprint-oriented, perhaps with an added password,” Anya thought aloud.