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A/N: This is how I imagine Martha, the art is not mine, cuz I can't draw to save my life
They exited the restaurant in silence, the air that surrounded them was tenser than ever. They were on edge, their nerves were shot and while they were tired they couldn't even think about falling asleep.
Thomas couldn't believe what Samuel had said, or more so what he hinted at. He put special empathize on the word blow, Thomas knew what that meant. He couldn't deny it, no matter how much he wanted to. He knew Angelica was still trying to wrap her head around what the other side was planning, just as he was.
If what they thought was right, there would be a code to a bomb. A bomb that was probably planted somewhere near the white house. So not only were they planning to take out The President, but also everyoneandeverything in or near the White House.
All this because a woman was The President. Thomas thought it was absurd that this organization who obviously had the resources to better the world spent so much time, energy, and money on things like this. It was times like these where Thomas was glad he chose the career he did.
Even if at first he chose his career for all the wrong reasons he realized that he actually loved his job. He was helping people, all the time and they didn't even know that, but he still did it. It felt good to give back to the world. There was no gratitude, but it was gratifying enough to just know himself that he was helping.
But sometimes, sometimes it was all too much. It felt like no matter how many bad guys they stopped there would always be more. Every corner they turned there was a new threat to the world. It didn't matter what they did, it would never be enough.
He would never be enough.
"Our car is here," he heard Angelica's voice call and it was much gentler than he'd ever heard it. It was a nice change, her voice was actually pretty soothing and as of now he needed that. "Charles?" Charles? Ohright, they were still in character.
"Sorry Isabella, let's go." He said ignoring her concerned eyes, he started towards the car and she followed without another word.
He opened the car door for her and slid in right after her. "How was it?" Came Eliza's overly cheery voice and he honestly wasn't in the mood for her preppiness.
Angelica glanced over at him and realized he wasn't going to answer, so she did. "It went fine, we got the box, but we haven't opened it yet." She explained and though she was talking to Eliza her eyes never left Thomas.
He didn't know how he felt about Angelica's newfound interest in him. Did she actually care about him or was she just worried about him ruining the mission? He couldn't tell, but he couldn't take her being troubled with either option.
He couldn't take it, he didn't need nor want her to be worried about him. He wasn't new to the business, he knew how things went down. He wasn't worried about failing the mission, because despite what his parents instilled in him he was not a failure and he never would be.
