#spy shit

[aggressivelyaverage21]

Back to writing this absolute maximalist fic with @kloperslegend

She's an overthinker, she's still a runner...

Beatrice feels a bit like a caged animal after meeting her mark… attempts at tension relief inside to varying degrees of success

Beatrice found herself pacing the staged, but relatively bare, North Carolina apartment.

Circling.

Couch. Living room. Kitchen.

Bedroom. Kitchen again . Porch. Living room again.

Penduluming through the apartment as something in her refused to settle. Part of her was trying to blame it on the location. Unfamiliar. Different.

It wasn’t that the apartment they set up for her wasn’t nice. It was—very nice, considering how expensive rent was nowadays. The furniture was seemingly expertly staged by someone who knew the finer points of interior design—nice and aesthetically pleasing but not too expensive to blow her ‘grad student’ cover story. It wasn’t necessarily to Beatrice’s tastes—but who was she kidding? Her house in Southern Pines wasn’t overly personalized either—much to Chelle’s dismay—but even as a minimalist Beatrice felt there was barely anything in the Durham apartment that belonged to her. And something about that just… tweaked her the wrong way.

So it wasn’t a place that made her comfortable, but ironically enough Beatrice was used to that. And it was nice. Even if Beatrice recognized the quality wasn’t for her , per say. The agency likely had several of these apartments set up for use at any given notice—she was just surprised one of them happened to be in Durham, North Carolina of all places.

Apparently “the CIA is everywhere, Cap.” Mary had patted her on the shoulder as she opened the apartment up to Beatrice's surprise. Even if Beatrice knew very well that “everywhere” shouldn’t technically be the U.S. The law said they were prohibited from acting on US soil—Not that Beatrice wanted to get into an argument about the finer points of US Constitutional Law with anyone over the matter, though she supposed that instinct did bode well for her cover.

The important thing was, there were loopholes.

Loopholes she would be exploiting soon enough if everything went to plan.

The “suspected terrorism” loophole? It was a stretch, but there was no doubt Primeiro Comando da Capital posed a threat. Especially now that the PCC was dipping their toes into arms trafficking. So the “intelligence gathering on a foreign national for the purposes of national security” loophole? Ding. Ding. Ding.

No. If she was being honest with herself, she knew why she was so irritable, why the spare decor was undeservedly receiving her ire.

It was because her team, at least at some level, still didn't trust her.

It had been days now since Beatrice’s first contact with Ava. They returned to the states two days following their ‘ meet cute’ as Mary had taken to calling it— “how professional,” Beatrice grumbled as she received a variety of curt nods and pats on the back from members of her new team. It was mostly a precaution to keep her cover but also served to make herself potentially available if Ava reached out again. They’d arrived early yesterday morning, jet-lagged and pretending not to be with copious amounts of caffeine (Beatrice had decided to steer clear of the other beverages when they boarded the flight back).

But when they landed at the Fayetteville FBO and piled into two SUVs—Were they walking cliches right out of a James Cameron movie? Yes. Did Beatrice have some sense of pride that she was with the ‘cool kids’ of Special Activities now? Also yes—Beatrice was told to go with Superion, Mary, and Shannon, who she learned rather quickly was the Team Lead. She didn’t think anything of it until they were turning the exact wrong direction out of the airport to return to Fort Liberty—a drive Beatrice had made enough times she might be able to do it with her eyes closed; a drive she’d actually made with at least one eye closed returning from some assignment at some ungodly hour on four hours of sleep in as many days.

Beatrice knew she had a cover. She knew, in theory, things would be happening to solidify said cover while they waited to hear back from Ava. However, she had not expected to be deprived of her nearby home in Southern Pines when that happened. It seemed… impractical at best.

However, Superion was very clear: she was not to return to her own home, nor go anywhere near Fort Liberty, and as much as possible she should avoid places she previously regularly frequented. Which shouldn't be a problem because Durham was nearly two hours north anyway.

It was overkill. That’s what she would have said had anyone asked. Internally, though, it stung.

Did Superion expect either Ava or her father to, on a whim, waltz down from New York where they were on holiday (and enjoying it if Ava’s messages and occasional photos were any implication), simply for an extended shopping trip in Durham, a college town of a city with population of a measly 200,000?

Obviously not. Superion might be cautious, a good trait for a leader to have, but she wasn't stupid. Locking Beatrice away like this wasn't because she actually thought she was in danger: it was because somehow, somewhere, Beatrice had fucked up in her eyes.

What the fuck had she done to make her team decide she needed to handled with kid gloves?

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[scavengerssuccotash]

Some education for ya’ll

Enjoy!

[blckgrlmov13s]

Lol so along with the animes i’m watching, I offhandedly started The Night Agent because I had time in between classes. Let me tell y’all something, i’m usually not a political genre type of girly, BUT I AM SO INTRIGUED! Right now my only quarrel is that the show is so fucking dark🤬🤬

S.N: As I finishing this and halfway into episode 2, Peter (our lovely male main character) is cupcaking on the phone with Rose (his lovely female counterpart)🥺🥺🥺

[sjstone-author]

T.O.P.S.E.C.R.E.T.

Over the Top Secret - Prologue

This looks fun! A silly serial spy story on Substack! How's that for a little alliteration.

[solarwreathe]

let’s not talk about this, ever

[kelzebub]

Chapters: 22/? Fandom: Zombies Run! Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Runner Five/Sam Yao, Janine De Luca/Peter Lynne Characters: Sam Yao, Runner Five, Janine De Luca, Peter Lynne, Veronica McShell, Brett Valmont, Original Characters, Annie, Amelia Spens, Paula Cohen, Maxine Myers, Sara Myers-Cohen-Yao Additional Tags: Psychological Torture, Grief and Loss, Trauma, Imprisonment, Rescue Mission, Don't mess with my operator, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Swearing, Drug Withdrawal, Human Experimentation, Fake Character Death, Reunions, Angst with a Happy Ending, Suicidal Thoughts, Canon Divergent, Escape, Adventure, journeys, Found Family, Kids, OCs - Freeform, Family Reunions Summary:

Sam Yao has always been an optimist, but that was before. Spoilers up to s9m30, canon divergent from s9m28 or so. Sam is imprisoned and experimented on. He doesn't expect a rescue.

[aerequets]

on the topic of swearing, it would be so funny if yor has the vocabulary of a sailor and makes the conscious decision not to use it

like loid is sitting with his head in his hands after anya has somehow magically procured a bad word in her vocabulary and is like "i have no idea what to do. how is this happening. what if this is the start of a downwards spiral and she becomes a swear-slinging second grader and they expel her from eden" and yor giggles like "im sure once she learns the words the novelty will wear off, that's what it was like for me" and he's like "?? what it was like for you?" fully imagining that the worst word yor knows is like, crap or damn or something because she's so gentle and softspoken

and yor goes on like "yeah! like for example when i was a kid and learned *BEEEEEEP* or *BEEP BEEP* or *BEEEEEEEEEP BEEEP BEEP* i stopped using them after a while!" and she goes on and gives some more of the most filthy, gritty examples in existence

and loid is sitting there - mind you this man was in the Army so he is no stranger to swearing, but he is sitting there gobsmacked and face REDDENED from the absolute verbal weaponry yor is expelling with a smile on her face

[wanmojie]

Twitter followers ordered

[prajjna]

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[iianian69]

hey i did the thing

BONUS!! i drew the reverse teams. because i see some of them looking prettyyy different

original under cut

[heph]

05x05

Remember the episode where Wilson pretended he was doing drugs and dating a sex worker after he realised that House was spying on him 😐

[bixels]

I've been watching Teen Titans for the first time with my partner. Saw the "Apprentice" arc and "Haunted."

[buppkizz]

mostly old engiespy doodles, kinda drew most of these for my eyes only but changed me mind today

[peanutseagle]

imagine being obsessed with drawing your crush haha couldn't be me 💕

[squinkoblinko]

Love your art. Inject that shit straight into my veins man. Will you ever draw more Sniperspy one day perhaps... No pressure.

sneezed rlly hard rn

more crazy shit down here AHHHH DONT LOOK AHHHHHHHH THESE R RUSHED

[mercuryal]

Julian Bashir is a genetically enhanced human augment, who’s aim is perfect, but let’s his bff Miles win at darts to make him feel good- of course he wasn’t aiming to kill the lizard spy who loves him.

I’m 1000% sure our favorite plain and simple tailor had read a whole Obsidian Order dossier on Dr. McTwinky’s secret before he even approached him in the replomat, and seeing Julian reveal his hidden skills and then have to brush it off like when Superman pretends to be Clark Kent, but Lois has a gun of blanks- seems like both Ms. Lane and Mr. Garak like to play with their food. 😏

One of the most romantic things to ever happen in cinema comes from this sleeper hit movie called RED, which is about a bunch of former spies/assassins coming out of retirement to do a job together.

One of the old spies is Helen Mirren, who has this wonderful exchange with another female character

Victoria (Helen Mirren) : You know, I was in love with an agent once.

Sarah Ross : What happened?

Victoria (Helen) : Well, I was with MI6. And the relationship wasn't... sanctioned. So when it came to light, my loyalty was questioned. And I was ordered to kill him. It was a test.

Sarah Ross : What did you do?

Victoria (Helen) : I put three bullets in his chest.

And it's like damn.

She cold as fuck? What a mommy. An ice cold assassin, who chose her career over her love.

But then.

You actually meet the guy, who shows Bruce Willis' character the 3 bullet wounds.

And then he says something so beautiful:

Ivan Simanov: [shows Frank his bullet wounds] This was done to me by the love of my life. Three bullets in the chest. When I woke alive, I knew she still loved me. Or else it would have been the head. It was big risk for her, of course, but one does crazy things for love.

And it's like....

how fucking beautiful....

Like just the set up was so good....and the payoff was magnificent.

"I was ordered to kill him...it was a test. I put three bullets in his chest."

"Three bullets to the chest....When I woke up alive, I knew she still loved me."

Like...if she wanted me dead... I'd be dead...she must love me!

If John Wick and Scott Pilgrim didn't inspire 7 Deadly Habits of the Modern Demon Summoner, then RED did.

Assassins that try to kill one another...but can't quite finish the job....their fingers twitch on the trigger, their aim is off, their aim for the chest instead of the head...

just slay me, darlings.