"Round, would you please slow down before you trip over something? I'm not fixing you up this time around!"
The duo were very often heard before they were seen. Heavy footsteps were offset by a quiet click upon the pavement, now observed by the polished wood cane held in the hand of the taller of the two. They certainly were an odd bunch; the woman in her oversized glasses and even larger coat, and the man in his perfectly tailored clothes. The man was currently having a bit of trouble keeping up with his companion, having a slight limp in his left leg.
"Monty, we can't wait to sit around! There's dead bodies just laying around, ripe for the, er, searching! And hiding from the general public! We don't want somebody to swipe them up!"
Her companion, Monty as she called him, could only grimace at the back of the woman's head. He groaned, gripping tighter to the file of papers under his arm. Just another day with his wonderful partner.
"Do you even know anything about this case? Or who we're working with? Or is this just one of your 'airbrained schemes, as usual?"
"O-of course I know what I'm doing! You can trust me!"
Wanda ignored the scoff from under Monty's breath, increasing her pace just a bit quicker. At the sight of a figure in front of them, she instantly stopped, causing Monty to stumble and run into her back. While Monty tried to keep a tight hold on the file in his hands and curse at the woman, Wanda merely stared.
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