So... this how we deal with damn sexi spying men chaps!
he he
4: Spy
Finishing off the last curl Hannah gave her hair a quick douse with hair spray before setting a large, cute pink flower in her hair, just above her left ear, the large silk fabric petals actually covering half her ear.
Her hair was roughly styled, the longer layers of her hair were curled while she straitened the shorter top layers and fringe, not to a point her hair looked lifeless, singed and dead strait, just controlled and with volume.
She quickly dusted a small amount of blusher to her cheeks, the one thing she forgot, having professionally blending a steel blue and light stone blue onto her eye lids finishing off with a thin line of black liquid liner above the top lash line, a defining flick on the end and black mascara coating her eyelashes.
"Done?" Claire pouted, in front of her own mirror, applying her pink lip gloss before deciding she needed a bit more foundation to cover a red blotch on her chin.
"Yup!" Hannah nodded, slipping her feet into pink dolly shoes and smoothing down her long white, gypsy style dress and pulling a stone washed jean jacket over her arms.
"I'm nearly done!" Claire, perked, trying to multi task as she clipped her bobbed hair up in a tiny clip, her longer layers framing her face falling free of the clip, as she then tried to get her white dolly shoes on as she sprayed her hair with hairspray.
"Right! Done!" She smiled, patting down her strapless, blue A-line dress that ended a few inches above the knee.
"Cool," Hannah mumbled, looking down at the stooping neck line of her dress, the top half basically being like two triangle pieces of fabric covering each breast.
"Maybe I should have put a camisole on under?" she mumbled, consciously pulling each side across to better cover the cleavage.
"No you look fine! Plus you have the jacket!" Claire waved away, grabbing her bag as Hannah gingerly picked up her own, still debating on changing.
"We'll look so odd in our holiday clothes," The dark haired woman sighed, pushing her side fringe away from her right eye.
"Well we haven't got much else," Claire shrugged before pulling on a white, cropped cardi that tied in the front.
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Walking past the various armed guards rather sheepishly, both uneasy by all the weapons and security, and even more so when they gave them odd looks consisting of raised brow, small smirks, wandering eyes and just flat out stares.
So they where in holiday clothes, it wasn't like they had the happy, bouncy, all smiles, cheery holiday mood to go with their style, but no, they still got the stares.
Wandering into the large hall and towards the tables Hannah caught the eye of a US solider and instantly frowned with an open scoff as his eyes dropped to her chest.
"I knew I should have put a top on under!" She huffed, wrapping the jean jacket around her.
"Their men, it's first nature, plus the boobs are right there…and who knows how long they've gone with out," Claire stated out loud while Hannah covered a giggle with a cough thou she still grinned like a loon.
"I'm going to get a tea," She smiled.
"Right, I'll grab a table before the huge bustling crowd takes them all and ponder what to eat," The blonde chirped sarcastically turning to the barren seating area.
"Alright," Hannah smiled lightly and made her way over, she felt almost as if she was in a service station, the large seating area out side the open food joint, that had glass protected counters that shielded the freshly cooked food from drooling people, in there heated section to keep everything warm, there was a rail following the long counter for you to place your tray and plate on, all of which you could pick up at the start of the counter, next to the chillers homing sandwiches, wraps, buns, salads, a few small packet sweet items, yoghurts and drinks. There were also a few baskets of crisps, chocolate bars and biscuits.
"Can I help you?" a woman chirped happily, in that eager to help, all for the customer, I'll make you smile it's part of my job and because your home has been destroyed, kind of way.
"Oh umm, just a small tea please," Hannah smiled politely, continuing to look around the 'service station' all it needed now was a Burger King next to this place, Mc Donald's across the other side of the seating area along with a KFC and Starbucks.
"There you go! Milk and sugar is just over there!" She pointed happily to a small separate counter where a silver jug and four boxes sat.
"Thank you," Hannah smiled, taking the paper cup and heading over, setting it on the counter and looking over every thing, one box had white sugar, another had brown, one had sweetener and the last box had stirrers, there was also a small hole in the counter, most likely the bin.
Picking up a stirrer, she quickly swished it around her tea before gently pulling the string of the tea bag and lifting it from the cup slightly, balancing the plump, dripping bag on the stirrer before carefully wrapping the string around the stirrer and tea bag, efficiently draining it.
Depositing of the tea bag in the bin Hannah then grabbed a hand full of white sugars and emptied each little pack into her tea and threw the evidence away, she had zoned out by the time she had gotton to her eighth packet, thinking of absolutely nothing and just drifting off as if this world was nothing but a dream.
"Would you like tea with that sugar?" A male voice questioned, the sudden appearance startling Hannah to no end, causing her to jolt as she turned sharply, flicking the rest of the sugar in a wide semi circle.
The man's face instantly turned amused, he had been watching her pour her sugar in with raised brows, having not long arrived after her.
"Oh! Um yes…how many did I put in," She frowned lightly shooting her tea a quick frown before turning back to the man.
"Seven," He then looked down at his issued uniform and brushed a few sweet grains of sugar, from his chest.
"…And a half," He added looking back to her as her face instantly flushed.
"Sorry," She bit her bottom lip lightly.
"Didn't mean to chuck it all on you, I was away," She held her hand, shocked at how she had completely zoned out.
"I haven't slept well, that's probably why," She gave a small shrug as the man turned to pulck a stirrer for himself.
"I know, you didn't knee that man in the sweet spot for no reason" The man nodded, as he set his coffee down and reached for the milk, talking more to himself, it had been a long night and after the action had ended he found it less easy to stay awake, and now he needed a bit of coffee to sharpen his senses.
"…What?" Hannah frowned lightly as the man gave her a raised brow.
"What?"
"How…how do you know that!" She gave him a strange and accusing look, reeling back from him as it then clicked in his head and he hissed out a small curse, obviously over looking the fact, the last thing the woman would have thought of, was the snipers watching her.
"Sergeant Doyle," He nodded.
"Delta Rooftop Unit,"
"What?" Hannah gave a look of confusion.
"I'm stationed on the building opposite, to keep watch," He cleared simply; quickly summing up that she hadn't read the full information provided.
"Were you spying?" She accused.
"No, it's my duty to stay at my post and scope the area," He stated professionally.
"Yet you know what happened?" She questioned slowly, calculating her questions carefully to the answers given then building her next one on his reactions.
"Like I said, I scope the area" he raised a brow as her face fell into a mixture of shock and confusion.
"Your not really making things better for yourself here, are you?" she raised her brows teasingly as she peered up at him and he gave a small sigh and smile.
"I haven't slept well," He shrugged, teamed with a coy grin and Hannah realised that he was taking the mick and using the same excuse she had.
"That's what you get for staying up and spying," Hannah, shrugged, quickly catching onto the fact he found it frustrating he couldn't explain himself with out sounding weird, and so she decided to play on that.
Pouring some milk into her tea she gave it a stir.
"I wasn't spying," He shot a seriously look causing her to look down at her tea and purse her lips to hide her smile.
"What ever helps you sleep at night," she smiled with a nod, probably having too much fun at teasing him, it's a punishment in it's self, rather than being angry, if they hate being accused of doing or being something their not, then keep going with it and watch them squirm.
"I'm not a spy, I'm a trained marksman, I haven't been spying" He cleared, hoping that would do.
"Well true, you've been caught so it's kinda classed as…perving," She looked up at him gave a curt shrug her smile pulling at her lips as she turned and headed over to Claire.
The sniper stood in a baffled awe; sure it was a slip on his part, but in no way was he expecting anything like that. He watched her walk off, wondering why she wasn't insanely furious and how the hell he was going to convince her he wasn't spying, or perving but the moment she turned back with a devilish cheeky smile he realised, she had played him and looked down with a shake of his head and a light chuckle.
he he
soooo now
knowing you have a spy how can't one possibly go about there normal day?
hmmm
