Starlight... The most feared woman in Ostania....
Not only was she the daughter of the genius Twilight but also the daughter of the deadly assassin Thorn Princess..
She was now accompanied by one of her acquaintances and fellow spy: Orion.
He was one of the only spies to be able to adapt to Starlight's skill and chaos, usually cleaning up after her and hiding missed traces by the reckless spy.
It only made sense since this was his former teacher.
Today at 12:49 p.m., they were normal civilians just outside of Ostainia's Grand Hall. This place has been used over the years as a meeting place for international/national political meetings, a popular tourist attraction, but today, the atmosphere surrounding the area was rather heavy.
The man was sitting on a bench outside reading a newspaper, while she was posing as a businesswoman, in the window of a café.
The waitress came up to the woman.
"Hi, may I take your order?"
"Oh, yes, please.. Can I get a black coffee and a croissant? Thank you."
(Translation: subject approaching building)
"Right away, miss!" The waitress replied
The man flipped a page...
(Translation: Roger...)
Outside a car drove in front of the building...
Simon Robinson came out of the car...
Meanwhile, the woman clicked her pen pondering about work. (Took a picture)
There was a second car and out came... George Evans?
They both looked in confusion, to their knowledge or Anya's intel, Evans was at the Desmond office...
Another click of the pen...
It was rather peculiar... Because it doesn't seem like he is wearing a disguise...
Starlight closed her eyes and focused filtering through the voices of her surroundings.. when she finally picked up some suspicious thoughts.
"This meeting could change everything.... If this goes well, the Evans Party might just be able to collaborate the Robinson Party, thus giving the Red poison the upper hand..."
Starlight was now unsure that Claire's husband at the entrance exam and the induction was the same person..
She was sceptical at the time as well because of their thought patterns not correlating...
This would be the third version of George Evans. Could he be the real one?...
Anya decided to call Damian to confirm that George was actually at the Desmond building.
"Hello?" Damain answered exactly 5 seconds after.
"Hi Damian! How are you doing now?"
Damian had woken up with a bit of a sore throat, so she decided to use this opportunity as an excuse to check up on him ... (That's what happens when you stand outside in the rain from 6:00pm to 10:00pm - refer to chapter 13*)
"I am feeling slightly better than this morning," he replied.
"Did you drink the tea I prepared?"
"Yes, Anya. Don't worry. "
"Well, just so yoy know if you start feeling sick you can always go home"
"I know..."
"Well, are you feeling fever -"
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The Desmonds [Damianya]
FanfictionThis is actually not my first 😀. I have another one, it's title is 'Two Face [A Damianya Story]'. Anyway back to this one. This a future Au. I have been loving the idea.🤩 I am all here for wholesomeness 🌾🍬 and cuteness ♥️. little bit of context...