"this is bollocks," a girl says, kicking the dirt while she walked aside a slightly taller boy with his hands in his back pockets.
"i've been forced to do this crap because of you, and you only." her tone got more stern as she spoke.
"well," the boy puts his hand on his chest.
"its not entirely my fault. you wer-" the girl pulled the boy aside instinctively.
"did'ja hear that..?" she says, voice hushing, trembling almost.
"..no?" he says, very much confused.
"i think... i think they're here..." she says, sweating bullets.
"they..? you don't mean.." he looked at her in disbelief.
"yes, i do," she looked around.
"we've gone too far in, four-two. we need to find our way out." the boy sighed.
"codenames now??? a hour ago you were calling me ronnie, which i do NOT approve of, whats with the sudden change, six-three?" veronica says, acting like their upper ranks aren't about to, like, throw them into the sun.
"shut up. if they hear me calling you by your first name, we'll get disciplined." the boy says, whispering so quietly you couldn't even hear him half of the time.
"okay, sorry, marcus, i didn't know you cared about discipline when we are LITERALLY BEING-" marcus cupped veronicas mouth and looked around
"they're definitely here, ro- i mean, four-two" he caught himself
she sighed, mouth still cupped.
"don't sigh. i'm doing the right thin- OW!" veronica punched the side of his torso.
she lifted his hand off her face and looked at the boy, rocking back and forth on the concrete ground, caressing himself.
she snickered, but her eyes widened and her head jolted when she heard a car engine nearing their hiding spot.
"four-two and six-three, please remove your masks and reveal yourselves." a man on a speaker says.
"holy SHIT..." marcus breathes heavily, both a reaction to the pain AND the speaker.
they both remove their masks and turn the corner, marcus with his hand on the most likey bruised spot.
"we have a new agent that'll work with you guys.. treat them nicely!" a slightly less stern-sounding female voice says
a man and a woman step out of the vehicle, both wearing the same walks nearer to the pair
the man was their head cheif. he looked extremely sophisticated. cane, monocle, bowler hat, pringle-can man moustache and all.
the woman was his wife, also the head supervisor, had her brown hair in an updo bun and white cat-eye sunglasses.
"felicity, step outside, may you?" the man said.
a young, unhuman looking girl steps aside, one hand on her other elbow looking downward, sadly.
"this is felicity. she's an android from the spectators' technology group." the two had never seen the chief look so interested in technology before. he looked... happy for once...?
"why is she so... small?" marcus asked
"oh- she has a child model for smaller spaces, sneaking 'round, bait- you work here, do you not? you were once a child, just not a robot, six-three." he sounded annoyed.
"can she do more than... be bait, sir?" veronica asked
"she can... erm..." he tapped her shoulder, she looked up with a surprised look and then..
her hands turned into some kind of machine guns.... i guess the term "firearm" has a literal meaning
marcus screamed and took a step back, making felicity giggle a little.
"oh! yes.. since shes a child model, she will act like, y'know, a child. you guys'll be her.. parents..?" the woman said, a laugh in her tone
"p.. parents? ha..haha...." vanessa laughed nervously.
"weirdo." felicity quietly said
