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[fancypost borderwidth=0px][justify][sub][font=sans serif][color=white][size=11px]Anastasia couldn't help but snort, her way of laughing in the slightest, at Alex's muttering about needed a bodyguard. She kept her smile small and quickly glanced over his shoulder again to see that the sniper was gone. Her back went rigid and she clenched her fingers around her handgun. "[i]Shit." She growled, quickly hopping down from the rock. "The sniper moved." Anastasia muttered, grabbing Alex's hand and tugging him infront of her.
The petite brunette stood close behind him as she took out the handgun from her bag, checking the bullets. "We're gonna go to the house," She started, forcing him to walk forward with a tiny hand, "you're gonna get clothes and anything else you need, keep the bag small, and check for any microphones on your clothes and shoes. You'll take this gun," Anastasia ordered, sliding the gun into the back of his jeans, "and use it if anyone comes at you." Anastasia pulled his shirt over the gun and made it look normal before dropping into step with him. "I'm gonna be downstairs, checking in any filing cabinets for any information that could be useful." Anastasia said, glancing up at the tall farm boy.
Anastasia stepped up onto the first step of the farm house porch, glancing behind them for any signs of snipers. None. She frowned deeply before turning back to the front door. It was awfully quiet and that made her frown deepen. "I'll go first." Anastasia muttered as she took out her handgun from her pants, holding it down as she slowly crept into the house. Her feet made no sound as she crept into the kitchen, eyes widening when she saw the old woman sprawled across the table with blood spilling from her throat. Anastasia glanced around at the dark corners of the house before glancing back at Alex.
A shadow loomed behind him, a glint of silver, and then Anastasia was pushing Alex out of the way and kicking the HYDRA agent hard in the face. The man stumbled before advancing on her yet again, knife ready. She grabbed his wrist and twisted it as he lunged at her, he dropped the knife. The petite agent then climbed up onto his shoulders, wrapping her thighs around his neck and twisting. A satisfying crack filled her eyes and they fell to the ground.
The brunette looked back at Alex as she stood, taking guns and knives off the dead agent. "You okay?" She asked, glancing at the dead old woman on the table with worried green eyes. Anastasia hated HYDRA even more now, that old woman was too nice to die in such a cruel way. [/fancypost][align=center]
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[size=7pt]**[color=black] Caleb smiled at her, glancing at her dress when she mentioned it. He buckled and started driving. When they arrived home, Caleb tossed his jacket at her once again before getting out of the car and rushing to the other side to open her door.[/size]
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[size=7pt]**[color=black] Caleb followed after her, nose frozen cold. He stepped inside the building behind her and sighed loudly at the warmth. "Oh thank God." He moaned as the warmth washed over him. "Let's go make hot chocolate and sit under twelve blankets." Caleb said, grabbing Stella's hand and pulling her up the stairs to their apartment.[/size]
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[justify]Thomas frowned a little, furrowing his eyebrows. "Oh." He mumbled. He really wanted to get to know Oliver better, and maybe even this new little town. "Can I have your number? So we can hang out sometime." Tommy asked, turning to give Oliver a charming smile. [/justify]
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[size=7pt]**[color=black] The brunette let go of Stella's hand and moved towards the kitchen where he turned on the tea pot for hot water. He then moved towards the closet and dragged all the blankets out, throwing them onto their couch. He then raced to his room and grabbed his comforter. Caleb quickly stripped himself of his jeans and t-shirt, yanking on his pajama bottoms and a long-sleeved t-shirt. The man rushed back to the living room and got comfortable in the pile of blankets, sighing loudly. "Stella! Hurry up! I might fall asleep!" His shout was muffled under the amount of blankets. [/size]
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[size=7pt]**[color=black] Caleb didn't move, just snuggled into the blankets even more. He lifted his head, his hair an adorable mess, and he smiled at Stella. "Hi." He breathed.[/size]
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[size=7pt]**[color=black] "I dunno. I'm good with anything as well." Caleb whispered, nudging his nose against hers while wiggling his eyebrows googly.[/size]
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[size=7pt]**[color=black] Caleb groaned, turning his head to glare at the remote. "You know, if my robot were working, we wouldn't have to move." He grumbled, turning his head back to face hers. Caleb nearly smacked their heads, his eyes widening slightly.[/size]
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[size=7pt]**[color=black] Caleb smiled, snuggling in closer with the blankets. "Then let's not get up." He sighed, leaning his head against her shoulder.[/size]
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[size=7pt]**[color=black] Caleb looked up at her and nodded, rubbing his hair against her neck. "Are you going to break up with him?" Caleb asked, feeling bad. He felt he wasn't good enough to be better than what she already had considering he couldn't buy her fancy things every day or take her out to fancy dinners. [/size]
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[size=7pt]**[color=black] Caleb smiled shyly before pressing a chaste kiss to her cheek. "Technically you'd only be dating one while the other paid for everything." He joked.[/size]
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[size=7pt]**[color=black] "That's good." Caleb mumbled, his eyes closing as he snuggled closer. He brushed his cold nose against her neck with a smirk.[/size]
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[size=7pt]**[color=black] Caleb frowned when she pulled away from the kiss, his eyes still shut. They flew open though when she asked her question. "Uh...yeah." his cheeks were flushing and he moved to run his hand through his hair.[/size]
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[size=7pt]**[color=black] Caleb smiled as she kissed him, kissing back. He felt warm all over and was beyond happy despite the little nagging voice that says that Zach as a key to their apartment and he could possibly walk in to see Caleb kissing Zach's girlfriend.[/size]
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[size=7pt]**[color=black] Caleb opened his eyes and looked at Stella. He gave her a small smile. "I'm just a little worried because, well, you're still Zachary's girlfriend and we're kissing..." He trailed off, frowning slightly. He felt embarrassed.[/size]
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[size=7pt]**[color=black] Caleb frowned. "I don't want to stop kissing." Was all he said and he pressed his lips to hers.[/size]
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[size=7pt]**[color=black] Caleb snorted as she kissed his jaw line. "I had girlfriends in high school Stella." He wrapped a large hand around the back of her neck, moving his lips down to meet hers once again. [/size]
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[size=7pt]**[color=black] Caleb moved his lips down to her neck and pressed chaste kisses there. "They gave me up cause they were sick of me being so hung up on you." He muttered between kisses.[/size]
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[justify]Thomas snatched the paper gently and shoved it into his back pocket, making himself a mental note to look at it later. "Thanks. I'll text you later." He said, looking back at Oliver.The white haired boy smiled at Oliver and started to eat his chips. "What do you do for fun?" Tommy asked.[/justify]
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