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“Spy? It’s Pauling. Are you there? I got a job.”
Spy stood from his smoking chair and finished the last of his scotch. He walked over to the communication panel on his liquor cabinet and set down the glass next to the decanter. He pressed a button and began to speak.
“Miss Pauling,” He hummed. “To whose back do I owe the pleasure?”
“I’ve got three targets, actually. This one’s a big job. I hope you didn’t have any plans this weekend.”
“I always have time for a job.”
“Great! So, actually, this job is going to require a partner. I’ve went ahead and gotten the two of you invitations to a formal dinner in New York City. Luckily, all three of the targets are going to be there, so it will hopefully just be a one night job, and you’ll be back before your team even notices you’re gone. I’ll send you the details.” There was the slightest bit of pause. “I know I don’t have to tell you this, but make sure not to make a scene.”
“Of course,” He said with a chuckle. “Who do you think you are talking to? Scout?”
There was a soft chuckle from the other side. “Yeah, okay then. I gotta go. Thanks, Spy.”
There was a click from the receiver, and he poured himself more scotch. He sighed and swirled the remaining ice cube around in his glass. He leaned against the cabinet in thought for a few minutes before hearing a quiet tone signifying he had received his mission statement. He didn’t know why, but he could feel it was going to be a long weekend.
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The Spy had finished reading his mission statement and packing most of his essentials before he allowed himself a break. The cool night air felt nice on his exposed face as he stood outside, leaning against the metal siding of a particular van. He took a drag of his cigarette and let it out slow when he felt the camper move. Soon, a familiar face stuck out of the door beside him.
“What, were you just not gonna tell me you were standing out here?” The Australian asked playfully.
Spy took another drag before speaking. “Last I heard you did not appreciate me smoking in your van.”
Sniper stepped out of the camper and closed the door behind him. He was wearing baggy plaid pants and his vest. It appeared as if the vest was thrown on as an afterthought, though it didn’t look terrible.
“Well, you didn’t have to stand out here by yourself.” He said settling himself beside Spy.
“So what brings y’ out here to see me?” He asked with a grin. “Or did you just want to see me?”
Spy rolled his eyes. It was a little bit of both, but he would never admit it. The Sniper knew that about him, though, and hadn’t seemed to be too upset about it.
“I’m going on a mission tomorrow, and I will be gone for a few days,” He said. He flicked off his cigarette before tossing the butt on the ground, stamping it out with the toe of his shoe. “Let us go inside, shall we?”
Sniper looked a bit concerned as he opened the door for Spy.
“Relax, bushman,” He said, stepping into the van. “It’s an easy job. I will be back before you even have time to miss me.”
Sniper followed right behind him, closing the door once again and wrapping his arms around Spy’s waist. “Yeah, not possible, mate.” He said, head resting atop the other’s.
Spy’s red balaclava hid the small flush in his face. He had recently allowed them to be more intimate, but even small, domestic gestures still flustered him. It wasn’t bad, but he wasn’t expecting it. After a few seconds of being held, he relaxed a bit, allowing himself to be embraced. He tried unsuccessfully to look at the man behind him.
“And why is that, bushman?” He asked, the smirk audible in his voice. He knew the answer, but he liked hearing him say it.
“‘Cause I’m missin’ you already,” The Australian said with a smile.
He lifted his head to look at the Spy, allowing him to turn and return his gaze.
“I’m not leaving until tomorrow,” The Spy said confidently. “How can you miss me if I’m not even gone yet?”
“I dunno, mate,” Sniper said, a grin plastered across his face. “You got some talent.”
The Sniper leaned down and gave the Spy a soft kiss before moving them over to the couch. He held the man gently in his arms, resting his head once more on the other’s. They sat in this soft, loving silence for several minutes before Spy broke it.
“Did you have anything you wanted to do tonight?” He asked smoothly.
The Sniper smirked. “I can think of a few things.”