This chapter isn't long, but it was all for the humor anyway. My way of making the drama a little less...dramatic. Well, you know what I mean!

Chapter 11

"Would you get down?" Amara whispered harshly to Pyro. She placed her palm on the top of his head, and pushed him back behind the bushes. "The point is to stay out of sight!"

"I know what I'm doin'!" he protested, sticking his head up again. "I don't see anyone fittin' the description, love. Maybe she ain't comin' today."

Amara rolled her eyes, and (roughly) jerked his head in the direction of a dark-haired girl standing a few feet away. She let off a high pitched giggle that made both fire controllers wince. Damn, that girl had some vocals on her!

"Oh, that's her."

"Yeup." Amara nodded. "Will you get down?"

"Now isn't the time to dance, 'Mara! We're here on business, remember?"

Amara rolled her eyes and pushed him back down. "We don't want her to see us, you dolt!"

"Tha's not nice, love! Hurt me poor li'l feelin's that did."

"Oh," Amara cooed lovingly, pulling Pyro's head to her chest and stroking his hair. "I'm sorry my little fire bear. I'm just anxious to get back at her."

"Mmmhm," Pyro nodded against her chest, a dopey smile on his face. He was obviously enjoying the head massage she was giving him. "Tha's nice."

"Good," Amara moved away from him, causing him to hit his head on the ground. She peeked over the bushes, to where Taryn stood a few moments before. She was gone. "ARGH! We lost her!"

"Ya know wha' this means?" Pyro smirked, pulling himself from the ground. Amara grinned.

"Spy gear?"

"Spy gear."

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The couple received several odd looks from passersby, but they ignored them. Well, except for that one guy checking out Amara's ass. Pyro made sure to give him a few scorch marks. Then there was the girl that had enough nerve to wink at Pyro in passing. Amara was sure she wouldn't be wearing that jacket again.

Currently, they were decked out in black jeans, – Amara's had flame designs on the legs – black sweaters, - both had flames on them – and combat boots. That wouldn't be so odd, except for the spy-like communicators they wore, and the fact that they both had black on their cheeks. Perhaps if they weren't standing in the middle of a schoolyard, it wouldn't earn so many looks.

"Subject is out of visual!" Amara said into her headset, doing a mission impossible roll behind a bush. Her head poked up, looking around for Taryn. No sign. "I repeat, subject is out of visual!"

"Er...Amara?" John said tentatively. Amara scowled, growling into her microphone.

"I told ya, in spy gear we go by our codenames! It's like with the X-men."

"Oh, right, sorry," Pyro frowned. "Magma?"

"Yes, Pyro?"

"Why are ya talkin' inta yer gear. I'm right here."

Magma turned to see him standing not even a foot behind him. She frowned, glaring at his confused stare.

"You're supposed to be over there!" she growled, pointing to a group of bushes several feet away. "Telling me if she's over there."

"But you're over here!" he protested, "And lookin' quite lovely, I might add."

Amara blushed and smiled proudly. "Well, I always did think I'd make a good spy...hey! No flattering while we're workin'!"

John frowned. "I like flatterin' ya! It gets me nights full o' fiery fun!"

"That isn't something you say out loud!" Amara scolded, glaring at him. He blinked. She glared. He blinked. "Oh, I can't take it anymore!" she pulled him down. "You look so adorable in spy gear!"

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When they were done, several twigs were stuck in their hair, and the black makeup was smeared around their cheeks instead of just in lines like football players wore. Their clothes were ruffled, and they both wore sated smiles on their faces.

"I think that's enough for reconnaissance," Amara said breathlessly. John frowned and looked over their appearances.

"We're not dressed in medieval getup!"

"That's renaissance," she deadpanned.

"Oh...wha's say we do some more renaissance then?" he grinned cheekily. Amara felt a headache coming on.

"John, we were doin' reconnai--" she was cut off by her boyfriend dragging her behind some more bushes. "On the other hand, you can never get enough renaissance!"

Loud giggles could be heard, followed by low moans. Several people stopped to look at the bushes questioningly, before deciding they didn't want to know and walking on. Maybe if someone had actually stopped them from their indecent activities, fewer bushes and trees would've been burnt down in the following hour. We may never know.