✑ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟑.𝟏

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𝙻𝚎 𝚁𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚎 𝙿𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚎, 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚜
𝟾:𝟻𝟶 𝚊.𝚖. I

"Why did we have to be in Paris this early in the morning?" Dorcas asked as she pulled her sunglasses down. "This feels like a crime."

"You're spies," Remus, disguised as a new intern named Matthew White, whispered as he handed them their room key. "Illegal and legal things don't matter when we have a purpose."

"Still, don't be surprised if I fell asleep the moment I see a bed."

"Not a couch?"

"I'd rather keep my back flexibility, thank you very much," Dorcas remembered a moment when she had a good nap on a couch for the cost of being sore a week after.

"Here are your two keys," Remus put on his best French accent for the people who started passing by with an open ear. "One for each."

"Merci, monsieur," James nodded as he grabbed both keys. "À quelle heure commence le déjeuner?"

"Le midi, normalment," Matthew White confirmed as he handled the next customer.

When they got on the elevators, luckily all on their own, Dorcas looked at James.

"Your French has improved since last time," Dorcas grinned.

"I've been practicing in my free time."

"Spies don't have free time," she recited something he had told her a year into her join.

"Fine, I researched during the train journey while you slept."

"It was more than three hours long, I fucking needed sleep."

"And you still seem like you need a nap."

"I call dibs on the bed!"

"Matthew White managed to put us in a room with twin beds," James clarified as he took off his sunglasses to rub his eyes.

"That sigh does not sound good. Someone missing their lover?"

"I don't have a lover."

"Dang, I wanted to win the bet," Dorcas Meadows cursed.

"What fucking bet?"

"Nothing you need to worry your handsome face about," she patted his cheek. "All we have to do now is wait for time."

"Cameras might have voice-"

"Hunter said they don't. She gave me the directions while you were busy doing who knows what."

"I needed the toilet!" he defended himself.

"Is that secret word for something else?"

"Fuck off, Cobra."

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𝙻𝚎 𝚁𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚎 𝙿𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚗𝚜, 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚜
𝟷𝟸:𝟶𝟹 𝚊.𝚖. I

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