"𝗀𝗂𝗋𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝗈𝗍
𝗆𝗒 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗍
𝖿𝗅𝗎𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒,
𝖻𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝖽𝗋𝗎𝗆."
annalise macgyver works for a covert government agency, also known as a think tank. she goes through hell alongside her best friends...
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the entirety of the phoenix foundation had gathered with the nsa, sometime in late morning. they met on a softball field in los angeles for a friendly game. the phoenix was dressed in red jerseys with a matching cap, each last name was written in bold letters across the back.
jack decided he was going to run the show and started to give orders to the team. he was hyping them up in his contradicting his words kind of way. the older agents waved his hands around and by the present inning, he was the only one showing any enthusiasm.
riley was positioned on first base, her knees bent and body hunched over. she had, by some miracle of her own mind, managed to bat the ball far enough to get away from home base. her long, curly black hair was pulled back into a ponytail and she eyed home base closely as her friend stepped up to bat.
the leaderboard, in big red letters, showed just how much the phoenix was really losing. they were down by fourteen innings and no one, except jack, had hope they could catch up.
angus macgyver, the older twin, stepped out of the holding pen and onto the field. he picked up the metal softball bat and twirled it in his hands a couple times. his mind was analyzing a decent outcome of his play, and so far all the possibilities pointed to failure. he turned to look at the awaiting team one last time, eyeing jack as the older gave him a thumbs up.
"here we go, mac," jack attempted to encourage his best friend, while everyone else looked bored. he smiled through the uninterested mummers and silence, secretly being disappointed in the lack of enthusiasm.
bozer, attempting to give the benefit of the doubt, began to cheer. he forced himself to clap his hands, trying to appear encouraging. "let's go, mac!" the african american man began to hype up the blonde male. his mind cringed internally at how fake the words sounded, but mac was his best friend and he wanted to make him feel appreciated.
annalise macgyver, the younger twin, stood up from her position on the bench next to matty. her dust covered converse pattered across the dirt, taking a positon next to bozer at the chain link fence of the holding pen. "all on you, brother," she darted her sparkling blue eyes from his face to the leaderboard. the blonde female, too, was analyzing a way to possibly catch up and she came up with an extremely small percentage. she tossed her twin a hand sign that vaguely looked like a phone, but it was their trade secret for good luck.
mac threw his sister a nod and a smile, showing he received and understands the assignment. he adjusted his posture to be taller, and approached the plate with well acted confidence. his shoes and feet adjusted to a more stable stance, his hands grasped the bat in the best mathematical position to get a good hit.
