Ship: Foolish x Sam x Ponk
Type: Honestly idk
TW: Guns, Knives, People Getting Killed
Prompt/Notes: italics are them talking through earpieces
Am I allowed to be proud of these? Cause if so I'm really fucking proud of this one.
Requested by: Y0urddad
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"Sam, Ponk, we have another mission for you. You know of the military hq in the middle of the city?"
He received a nod from both of them and continued.
"All you're going to do is go to the top floor and retrieve all the files in there, along with any hard drives in the computer. We want to know what they're planning next. Got it?"
Another nod from both.
"You two will be going in as two of the men who already work there. Dream Wastaken and George Notfound, they both work desk jobs in the higher floors, the exact one we couldn't figure out. We have their uniforms and tags for you."
He slid forward two folded up suits, badges on top along with a white mask on one and a pair of glasses on the other, agency earpieces next to it.
"We are sending you into this office building with a third agent. I'm sure you've heard of him before, he's made quite the name for himself."
Their boss opened the tan folder that was in his hand, turning it to show the contents to the two agents.
"Foolish Gamers, youngest out in the field. He will be your intel man from above, specifically the vents. Follow his commands closely."
"Yes sir."
Their boss pulled his walkie talkie out of his pocket and held the button on the top, speaking into it.
"Send him in."
A few minutes later Foolish stepped into the room, appearance leaving the other two breathless.
He had dark brown hair that was skillfully slicked back, none of it falling in front of his face or over his ears, the left one with the small black earpiece in it.
He was wearing a black ribbed turtleneck, toned arms and chest outlined slightly by the fabric. Going diagonally down his chest was a strap,10 identical silver knives evenly spaced held securely to it.
He had black well fitting cargo pants, various objects hung on belt loops or put into the many pockets lining down each leg.
He had black high top hiking boots on, the toes scuffed and scratched up.
"You two," He started, gesturing to Sam and Ponk, "Go get dressed and return here."
They grabbed their uniforms and left for the bathrooms, returning minutes later.
Sam got the stuff that belonged to Dream, their height, hair color, and general build the same, Ponk getting George's for that same reason.
"Ponk, make sure you don't talk. You two have very different accents and will draw suspicion to us."
He handed them each a gun that they slid into the holster on their waists, making sure it was covered by their blazers.
"Goodluck, I'll be watching through the cameras the whole way."
With that the trio left the room and silently made their way down to the garages, getting into the backseat of the Mercedes being used as a getaway car.
