Spies like Us

Weapons On The Table

We had gotten made. Do you know what happens to spies who get made? Nothing good. But I mean, there was some method behind our madness, so I guess we will see.

There were nine guards there and only three of us. Zach, Bex and I.

"Weapons on the table!" Shouted the head guy, who was pointing a gun at us. To which we all glanced at each other and put the most obvious weapons down.

He paused, sensing there was more then continued, "All of them." I was undercover right now so I couldn't have too many weapons with me, so digging into my shoe I pulled the last knife out of my heel, but I knew Bex and Zach were loaded.

They both pulled two more out and placed them on the table. 
The guy in charged eyed both of them up, "...Come on. All." He stated, almost unsure if they had more. But I noticed this had become like a competition between the two of them, seeing who had more.

To which they both pulled out three more, and smirked.

"Now." He demanded. To which I see both of them sigh and pull out what seemed to be the last of them, but the glint in Bex's eye told me otherwise.

But apparently I wasn't the only one who noticed, as the head guard is now very angry. "ALL OF THEM!" He shouted, clearly he had enough of their antics.

I watched as Bex sighed and pulled one last weapon out and just as she did, Zach's eyes went full panic. When he realized that she had more weapons then he did, I could see his mind racing trying to figure out what to do. 
That was until he grabbed onto Bex, picked her up and put her on the table.

I almost couldn't contain my laughter. The confusion of the guards was just long enough for Bex to flip off and take two of them down with her. Getting away after that was a breeze, though I don't think I'm ever going to forget that. 

A/N: So, might have been a fanfic, but not how you were thinking! Nova, "Tell your waffles hi for me." I will see you on Thursday.