"Brélan Carré," Alexa declared, throwing her hand down. She smiled a grin of indifference, swiped the chips towards herself, palming a specific one in the process. Abruptly, the girl stood up, leaving all her winnings on the table, ignoring the yells of the dealer and the other players. Her partner's crossed arms were the first things she saw when she neared the entrance.
"Not bad, Leconte. Luck's with you always, although I suppose that could've been arranged," said her partner. He leaped over shotgun straight into the driver's, starting up the car immediately.
The two spies had come from London to Wissant, where they would be receiving codes necessary for the mission. Central had told them to hand the message in the chip to the double-crossers in Wissant. As if adding insult to injury, they were required to assist the spies positioned in France.
Driving around the silent streets of Wissant, the two spies exchanged no words. The intelligent boy focused solely on driving and nothing else, nothing that would come next. The charming girl squeezed the chip in her palm, wanting to do nothing more than to crush it with sheer strength.
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The normally charming girl was rather cold in the reunion. Her eyes were turned away bleakly as she handed the chip to the English spies.
Comparatively, the rest had a joy that was short-lived, for immediately after they met, they had to carry out the plan that Jocelyn had laid out. Tristan pointed out some flaws, changing them.
This whole time, Alexa kept silent, sulking next to her partner.
The charming spy didn't want to see them at all. She knew her wishes weren't ever going to be feasible. She would rather have never been given a chance at all.
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After making sure that the thin beam he was sitting on was secure, Lancelot struck the smoke grenade, lighting it up. He grinned smugly for the first time in years and years of being stoic, dropping the metal capsule into the experimenting room. His partner frowned, knowing that they would be spotted this way. The room filled with frantic yells.
"Bombs!"
"No! No!"
"Who's there?"
"Who cares? Get the model, get the model!"
Jocelyn sighed, knowing fully well that she couldn't've stopped the wanton boy. "Drop," she commanded at once, immediately after the smoke filled the room. Her and Lancelot precisely remembered where the heads of the men were, and they dropped down on them. Lancelot single-handedly took down two at once, accidentally kicking one man in the head and snapping the neck of another. The rest of the men fumbled around, yelling through chaos. They acted in a desperate struggle, screaming for guards before Lancelot cruelly silenced the last of them. Jocelyn snatched the model, felt around for the door, unbolted it, and ran out.
The spy slammed into a sturdy figure. On reflex, she dipped low and swept her foot under the figure, who wasn't there anymore. Off to the side of the door, Tristan reached out and grabbed Jocelyn's foot.
"It's just me. Lex's got the boat ready. Model?" Questioned the intelligent boy. Jocelyn nodded just as Lancelot ran out with something with the looks of a cookbook.
"Before you ask anything, let's run first," Lancelot answered without a question, "By-the-by, duck."
The girl dipped her head, ears whizzing with the sounds of two rapid bullets flying past her head. Tristan pulled her along, running towards the deck of the boat. Lancelot followed, blindly shooting a bullet behind his head. Something shattered behind them, vanquishing the lights. The three pushed out onto the deck, where they flipped over the railing and into a boat, speedily driving away.
Whooping, Lancelot fired his now empty pistol into the air, to which Jocelyn angrily scolded.
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The sun was just about up on the breezy Sunday; the docks were empty, save for two girls.
A very solemn expression shaded over one girl's face when the other sat down at the edge of the dock beside her. Alexa turned to Jocelyn, a tiny, furious biting of her lips telling Jocelyn all that she needed to know.
"We weren't allowed to contact you two," Jocelyn said at once. Alexa shook her head.
"I know that," returned the red-haired girl, "And that's not why I'm angry."
Jocelyn kept silent. The noiselessness prodded Alexa to continue.
"I'm angry because I want to run away. The moment I knew you two were in reach, I wanted to run away. Just us four. But-"
"It's not possible," finished Jocelyn, "So you'd rather have never known we still existed, no?"
"You know me too well."
The brown-haired girl paused for a moment before continuing. "Lance had wanted to do that too. He said we could easily catch a boat to Stavanger, Casablanca, anywhere. We could run away, Alexa. It's possible."
"D'you really think Central would let us?"
It was the question of questions. Alexa knew her friend couldn't respond. She knew as much when she and Tristan had accepted the spy training that there was no escape, no leaving the country in the dust and blood of its wars. They were part of the war now, all four of them.
The two kept silent, pondering, wondering, considering.
The war shot through dreams, through childhood, through the future.
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Operation Reconnaissance
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