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“This… seems like a really bad plan,” Demi said, watching as Tania fixed her make up in the mirror, her back to Demi.

Demi looked away. “A-and idea” she looked back at Tania’s back “In general.”

Tania shrugged, putting down her mascara. “That’s because it is.” She replied, placing a ponytail holder between her teeth as started working her hair into a bun. “Especially since Elena forgot her taser.” Her words were clear despite the ponytail holder.

Demi’s eyes widened. “She forgot it?!” Tania nodded. “But—the whole plan relies on—“

“You said you wanted to come on a mission with us,” Tania interrupted, plucking the ponytail holder from her mouth and quickly twisting it around her hair. “This is what missions with us are like.”

Tania took a step back, examining herself. “Get into character, we need to get to the building before Elena realizes she doesn’t have her taser, has to use her gun, and alerts all the KILZIN agents there.”

Demi took a few deep breaths, following Tania down the stairs of the safe house. She kept her breaths slow, deep, and even, trying to calm herself. Her hands were white knuckled on the clipboard she was clutching to her front, as though the action would slow down her hammering heart.

When she reached the door, Tania paused. She looked over her shoulder, eyes sharp as she analyzed Demi’s behavior.

“Relax,” Tania said, turning to face her fully. “We’ve got back up, we’re not far from an ORTIN base if we need more, Adrian, Elena, and I have done hundreds of these missions, and if you accidentally blow something up, well, it’ll be one less thing for the clean-up crews to incinerate later.” That startled a laugh out of Demi, releasing enough tension for her to relax her fingers from their death grip on her clip board. Tania smiled.

“Now, come on. We’ll be fine.”

*~*

“This is not fine!” Demi shouted a few minutes later, voice edging towards hysterical, as she put more effort into maintaining one wall of force—thank goodness they aren’t coming through more than one door— to block the new onslaught of bullets.

“It actually is, for us,” Tania replied, calm as can be as she tapped away at the computer in front of her. “Especially since Elena forgot her taser.”

“You knew?!” Elena said through the comm in both of their ears, accompanied by a few sharp cracks and a couple dull thuds. “Why didn’t you say anything?” Another crack, accompanied by a man’s short cry of pain.

“By the time I realized it was too late for you to go get it.” Tania replied, her tone managing to implicate a shrug. “And since there was no way for you to get another one, I knew you would deal better thinking you had it and having to improvise at the last second than knowing you didn’t have it going in and being nervous about it.”

Elena’s thoughtful “True” was accompanied by a crash not through the comms. Demi startled, and looked over her shoulder to see the computer smashed on the ground in several pieces and Tania pulling out her handgun. Before she could react, Demi to refocus on her walls to stand against the wave of bullets from the man with a machine gun—a machine gun—advancing down the hallway.

“That is a machine gun.” Demi said, her voice sounding a little distant, even to her ears. “That… is a… machine gun.”

“Yes it is.” Tania said, cocking her gun. “Got any plans on how deal with him?” She asked, as the man stopped firing but kept advancing.

“Keep the wall up and don’t let him get close?” Demi said, voice squeaking at the end, partially from the nerves, partially because he started firing again and she had to quickly add more power to her walls. She was getting tired.

“Well, we can’t keep doing that forever.” Tania commented.

“I’m aware of that,” Demi gritted, suddenly angry. Another burst of bullets from the machine gun guy—and why is he wasting so much ammo? Was he stupid enough to think it would suddenly work?—added to her anger.

Tania glanced at Demi in mild—or well hidden, freaking spies with their—surprise before a slow smile spread across her face.

“Say, Demi.”

“What?” Demi snapped, feeling her frustration rise even more at the sly tone— hate that tone, never know if it’s genuine or faked, hate it—Tania was using.

“Remember what I said about explosions?” Tania said, smirking.

Demi looked over at her, blinking. Then her mouth curved into a wicked smile. “Oh yes.” She said, voice dropping a bit.

Ignoring Elena’s "Should I be scared?”, Demi focused, quickly creating a force shield around the man, just before focusing on the gun, twitching the middle and ring fingers on both of her hands.

The resounding boom shook the whole building, nearly knocking Tania off her feet.

Demi just grinned. Explosions were easiest when she was pissed.

When the dust settled, the whole hallway was gone, leaving just the floor below it and the man, unscathed and still in the same position as he had been in before the explosion, now blinking in confusion and hovering in midair.

“Nice,” Tania commented. “Drop him, we’ll go this way.” She jerked her head towards one of the other doors.

Demi released the man, taking off after Tania. She only mentally winced when she heard his cry of pain; she was still a little pissed off. Some more KILZIN agents with guns gave her the perfect opportunity to release a little more of it.

After all, it just meant fewer things the clean-up crews would have to deal with later.

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“This… seems like a really bad plan,” Demi said, watching as Tania fixed her make up in the mirror, her back to Demi.

Demi looked away. “A-and idea” she looked back at Tania’s back “In general.”

Tania shrugged, putting down her mascara. “That’s because it is.” She replied, placing a ponytail holder between her teeth as started working her hair into a bun. “Especially since Elena forgot her taser.” Her words were clear despite the ponytail holder.

Demi’s eyes widened. “She forgot it?!” Tania nodded. “But—the whole plan relies on—“

“You said you wanted to come on a mission with us,” Tania interrupted, plucking the ponytail holder from her mouth and quickly twisting it around her hair. “This is what missions with us are like.”

Tania took a step back, examining herself. “Get into character, we need to get to the building before Elena realizes she doesn’t have her taser, has to use her gun, and alerts all the KILZIN agents there.”

Demi took a few deep breaths, following Tania down the stairs of the safe house. She kept her breaths slow, deep, and even, trying to calm herself. Her hands were white knuckled on the clipboard she was clutching to her front, as though the action would slow down her hammering heart.

When she reached the door, Tania paused. She looked over her shoulder, eyes sharp as she analyzed Demi’s behavior.

“Relax,” Tania said, turning to face her fully. “We’ve got back up, we’re not far from an ORTIN base if we need more, Adrian, Elena, and I have done hundreds of these missions, and if you accidentally blow something up, well, it’ll be one less thing for the clean-up crews to incinerate later.” That startled a laugh out of Demi, releasing enough tension for her to relax her fingers from their death grip on her clip board. Tania smiled.

“Now, come on. We’ll be fine.”

*~*

“This is not fine!” Demi shouted a few minutes later, voice edging towards hysterical, as she put more effort into maintaining one wall of force—thank goodness they aren’t coming through more than one door— to block the new onslaught of bullets.

“It actually is, for us,” Tania replied, calm as can be as she tapped away at the computer in front of her. “Especially since Elena forgot her taser.”

“You knew?!” Elena said through the comm in both of their ears, accompanied by a few sharp cracks and a couple dull thuds. “Why didn’t you say anything?” Another crack, accompanied by a man’s short cry of pain.

“By the time I realized it was too late for you to go get it.” Tania replied, her tone managing to implicate a shrug. “And since there was no way for you to get another one, I knew you would deal better thinking you had it and having to improvise at the last second than knowing you didn’t have it going in and being nervous about it.”

Elena’s thoughtful “True” was accompanied by a crash not through the comms. Demi startled, and looked over her shoulder to see the computer smashed on the ground in several pieces and Tania pulling out her handgun. Before she could react, Demi to refocus on her walls to stand against the wave of bullets from the man with a machine gun—a machine gun—advancing down the hallway.

“That is a machine gun.” Demi said, her voice sounding a little distant, even to her ears. “That… is a… machine gun.”

“Yes it is.” Tania said, cocking her gun. “Got any plans on how deal with him?” She asked, as the man stopped firing but kept advancing.

“Keep the wall up and don’t let him get close?” Demi said, voice squeaking at the end, partially from the nerves, partially because he started firing again and she had to quickly add more power to her walls. She was getting tired.

“Well, we can’t keep doing that forever.” Tania commented.

“I’m aware of that,” Demi gritted, suddenly angry. Another burst of bullets from the machine gun guy—and why is he wasting so much ammo? Was he stupid enough to think it would suddenly work?—added to her anger.

Tania glanced at Demi in mild—or well hidden, freaking spies with their—surprise before a slow smile spread across her face.

“Say, Demi.”

“What?” Demi snapped, feeling her frustration rise even more at the sly tone— hate that tone, never know if it’s genuine or faked, hate it—Tania was using.

“Remember what I said about explosions?” Tania said, smirking.

Demi looked over at her, blinking. Then her mouth curved into a wicked smile. “Oh yes.” She said, voice dropping a bit.

Ignoring Elena’s "Should I be scared?”, Demi focused, quickly creating a force shield around the man, just before focusing on the gun, twitching the middle and ring fingers on both of her hands.

The resounding boom shook the whole building, nearly knocking Tania off her feet.

Demi just grinned. Explosions were easiest when she was pissed.

When the dust settled, the whole hallway was gone, leaving just the floor below it and the man, unscathed and still in the same position as he had been in before the explosion, now blinking in confusion and hovering in midair.

“Nice,” Tania commented. “Drop him, we’ll go this way.” She jerked her head towards one of the other doors.

Demi released the man, taking off after Tania. She only mentally winced when she heard his cry of pain; she was still a little pissed off. Some more KILZIN agents with guns gave her the perfect opportunity to release a little more of it.

After all, it just meant fewer things the clean-up crews would have to deal with later.