spy kids... SLOW UPDATES
"my outfit is the best."
"sure it is."
oscar cole!
MIHIGH...
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Two teenagers ran for their lives. The busy streets of London making it hard not to run into anyone.
They're both clad in black, from head to toe. The olives skinned girl has brown eyes and her black hair falling down her back. The other having dark brown hair and light skin, her hair done in a nice half up, half down hair do.
They continue to run, dodging the laser beams that the assailant is firing at them aimlessly. Their assailant dressed as a mexican wrestler was quickly catching up to them. The brown haired girl curses as she sees this and pushes herself to run faster.
"Rose! Hurry up! It's too damn early for all this running!" she shouts to her friend.
"I'm hurrying as fast as I can Jordon!" she shouts back as the man shoots at them again, narrowly missing Jordons' foot.
They reach a sort of tunnel, they both look at each other, nodding in the direction. They run and hide behind one of the pillars as they hear the man enter the tunnel.
They both try to catch their breath, Rose leaning out the see if the man was still in the tunnel. She doesn't see anything so they both walk around the pillar to face the fence. Jordon hears something behind them and before the man can fire again, they turn and Rose grabs his arm while Jordon kicks the blaster out his hand.
"You were a rubbish shot anyway." Rose says as the man looks at the two girls. He begins to run away and the girls try to follow him but he suddenly disappears. They look around, slowly moving backwards.
"Did you see where he went?" Rose asks as they continue to look around. Out of nowhere, someone grabs their shoulder, making them jump before they flip him over their shoulder, him landing on his back with a loud grunt. The man lay in defeat, and Jordon reaches down to unmask him.
Their eyes widen, "Frank!" they exclaim. "Should've guessed!" Rose continues with a smile.
"There's no point in being head of training if you don't get your boots dirty now and then." he says, breathless.
"What's with the Aztec headgear?" Rose asks, looking at the mask.
"Oh, this? I just wanted to look like one of those Latino wrestlers you kids are into." Franks answers. Jordon laughs.
"Oh my god, no, just no Frank." she chuckles.
Rose frowns and asks, "Did you really have to deploy that tank against us?" She was wondering if that was necessary.
