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“Excuse the fuck out of me?”

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proudprotector replied to your post: Let lucky pierce your dick
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“Excuse the fuck out of me?”
@proudprotector
MI6 is not as fool proof as they’d like to think they are-- No secret service agency is, really. Infiltration has always been their most refined skill, and it takes only the mistake of the misidentification on the part of one agent to grant them access to the things that they need- Or at the very least to lead them to the path they need to carve through. Unfortunately this does not diminish from the general sense of panic one gets when they finally do manage to get to where they belong, and panic often results in the grabbing of far more things than necessary. The selling of information and documents from various secret services across the world have always been one of their primary sources of income, after all- There’s always someone willing to pay for even the vaguest of information. Yet, there are things that no one in their right mind would pay for. Folders stocked full of information that isn’t relevant, isn’t necessary, or perhaps wanted simply by someone Bailey isn’t willing to make a sale with.
Asha Odekar is a face and a name that Bailey has seen on multiple occasions. Most agents don’t escape their view, of course- Someone whose hunted should always make an effort to know who might be hunting them. Now, it is of note that Bailey is never one for thrills. Thrills lead to capture, or death, or any other variety of terrible things-- Perhaps, then, this is Alex's influence on them. Though he’s always been nothing short of supportive of their paranoia and desire to remain hidden, they don’t miss his own risks and very much public actions. Not all influences are intentional, after all. They wonder if Alex would be mad at them for making a move as bold as this. Maybe it’s beyond even his wildest ideas of riskiness.
The crowd is always thick in the evening hours. The commuters coming off the trains on their journeys back home from work. They haven’t been in the underground in a very long time-- granted they haven’t been in london in a very long time, either. Many nights have been spent watching and waiting and memorizing the daily commute, and so it’s of no surprise when the agent of the hour steps off the train and their little plan is thrust into action. A crowd thick enough to disappear into should they need to, thick enough where a scene on either end could possibly be dangerous.
Crowds have always made them nervous despite the safety that could be found within them. They try not to let that show now, raising their chin in false confidence and striding confidently towards Ms. Odekar as if they’ve done something like this several times-- And perhaps they have, in part. They’ve done far more risky deals in far more dangerous places. But this feels different. It feels less like a deal and more like walking into the mouth of a lion, even if that lion has no idea they’re even prey at all. Yet.
“Ms. Odekar,” they chirp, hopefully loud enough to get her attention. They suddenly feel very self-conscious about the folders they’re clutching to their chest, as if all eyes are drawn to them, contents read despite being closed shut and tight, “I believe we need to have a chat.”
“holy shit there’s two of them.”
“Do things that make you happy within the confines of the legal system.”
@proudprotector | Random Assorted Starters
“.....No”
Can’t go wrong with a honest and straight up answer. Because that was the truth, she would not agree on something like that. It was not in her nature at all.
“I will not be confined into the role of a law abiding little puppet just because you guys see the world as black and white. Nothing is that simple, your laws and legal system is flawed. And I will not be pulled down by it.”
It was clear to hear that she had a hatred for said legal system.
“ Say that again. Go on, nothing will happen to you, honest. ”
FIGHT ME! // sentence starters || Accepting
That wasn’t good at all. Now would probably be a good time for him to shut his mouth, right? He wasn’t quite smart enough to do that.
“Y’know what, I don’t really believe you.” Either way, he was pretty sure he was getting smacked at the very least. It wasn’t like that was unusual-- Anyone in his inner circle had probably done it a thousand times without consequence-- but he still didn’t enjoy it, though one might think otherwise with how often he continued to run his mouth.
“But m’ not gonna fuckin’ apologize.” That certainly helped. “You’re just as mean as me, y’know. I’d argue worse, cos’ I’m, like, really fuckin’ stupid.”
slap
one word prompts . || Accepting
slap : my muse slaps your muse across the face out of anger.
He deserved that. He really, truly did, and he knew it-- But if the goal had been to wipe the smug grin off of his face, it definitely failed. Whatever bullshit he’d been spouting was, at the very least, cut short as he took a second to consider his next words-- Though not very carefully.
“Damn.” He started, fingers brushing gently against his now sore jaw. “Don’t go at it so hard, I might think you’re flirtin’ with me.” That didn’t solve the problem at hand, he was still being an asshole. “If ya’ wanna get a room jus’ say it next time.”
“ why are you leaving ? “ (@ Rose)
@proudprotector
“Dunno what you are talking. I am just going out for a drive. Nothin’ that needs to be worried about.” She shifts her backpack on her shoulder and grins. “Course if a pretty lady like you is worried ‘bout little ol’ me...”
[ @proudprotector HAS STEPPED INTO THE RING ]
he appears to be in somewhat of a tizzy upon entering the simulation, it still isn’t something he’s used to ( or understands, for that matter ) but he’s shaken it off after grabbing at his shirt to root him back into reality. he’s stuck with that friend of matt’s. and he’ll take it, it’s not like there’s anyone else on the ship that probably won’t LEAVE him down there. it’s happened before. “ shocked you brought me. ” he says. “ what the hell are we doing? ”