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I sometimes act like a drunken nutcase when I'm tired XD
One-on-one (@PPT_SupremeMonarchOfTheAntColony)
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I go through moods of hyper to nearly dead when I'm tired, then again that's not much different to normal.
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So how do you want to start?
I don't mind, we could be just assigned the mission or mid way through
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Just assigned, and we've been shown where we'll stay for the duration. Maybe it's a really long mission.
(Let's do it, do you want to start or shall I?)
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(You can)
(Right then,)
Drew opened the door to his boss's office. He had been called there in secret, no one was to know. This, of course, got him thinking about what it could be, he had often heard stories about agents being called in secret, they never returned.
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(Big man, big mustaaaache XD
Pay no attention, that's just me thinking to myself)
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Juliette turned in her chair as the door behind her opened, and watched as Drew entered the room.
(He can have the most stylish mustache on the world)
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(E-yeeeees XD )
"Hello," He said, taking a seat next to Juliette. The boss looked up, sliding two files over, one for each of them.
"You're mission and identity are in these files, you will infiltrate the mafia, feeding information back to us every other week."
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Juliette took her file, opened it, and began scanning the papers inside. "Will we be disguised as members of the mafia?"
"You will have to get yourself into the mafia. When you walk out that door you're on your own. You have to understand we can't help you." The boss replied.
Drew nodded, scanning over his own file.
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Juliette glanced at him, taking note of the shadows under his eyes.
"Anything else we should know?" Drew asked.
"Everything you need is in your file. Directions to where you'll be staying, the bars they tend to drink at. It's all there."
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"So, you're my partner, eh?" She held out a hand to Drew. "Juliette Grey."
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(If he says Drew Carry, I swear – XD )
"Drew Tucker," He shook her hand, smiling as he did.
"Dismissed," the boss said, looking down at his paperwork.
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Juliette stood, and waited for Drew.
Drew stood as well, he walked to the door and opened it for her.
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She nodded, and stepped through the doorway, holding her file in one hand.
The mission shouldn't be too difficult, even though it involved Mafia, of all things. Well, she could handle it. She would.
He followed after her, "So what do you think of all this?" He asked, indicating to his file.
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She cocked her head. "Well – it should be fun." She opened her file again. "I guess we'll be living in the same place."
"Ah, well I should probably let you know I'm allergic to bees, dust and being stabbed." He said,
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She snorted. "Well, at least we have a stabbing allergy in common."
"It does seem to be pretty common," He nodded, looking off in a thousand mile stare.
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"So. How do you want to get there?"
He looked at the location in his file, "We could catch a bus, or go on by train," He suggested.