#thread; ria

“So did you really shoot Caden?” Lou asked with a devilish sort of of joy shining in her eyes. “That’s fucking amazing. Tell me everything.”

She had only been gone for a minute, okay maybe three at most, to run to the bathroom. When Carmen had left the lab, it had been empty with only her and her robot for company, just as she liked it. But now upon return she saw that a curious someone had come in and was getting dangerously close to touching, and most likely ruining, her hard work. “¡Detener! Don’t touch that!” she exclaimed. “If you touch that I will kill you.” It was an empty threat, even with the screwdriver that she held in her hands, as while Carmen was capable of great things she wasn’t capable of killing anyone; well maybe if they touched her robot she would. 

The end of the year quickly approaching meant that the professors were cracking down on assignments. Alec felt like he couldn’t get a break from it all and it actually had him reminiscing over bootcamp. He would rather spar for hours than sit at the library, hunched over his computer but it was what had to be done. And he was far from the only one hitting the books instead of the mat; the library was packed and he was lucky that to have an open seat besides him to give him room. At least lucky for about 30 minutes. “All yours,” he said as he moved his backpack off the seat and onto the floor.

“So...did you complete the mission?” Lou asked Ria as they waited for the bus back to Gallagher. She couldn’t help but be nosy about everyone’s assignments. “Mine made it too easy.”

One thing that was a fact about spy school was that it was a bitch on the nails and the cuticles. Lou probably went to the spa every other week to get her nails done after they had gotten beat up while in class. Now that they were well into spring she debated changing things up and going for a different color than she normally did. Maybe a light pink or a sort of periwinkle? Would those clash with her hair? “What do you think?” she asked as she held some of her color options to the blonde girl that stood a few feet away from her. “If you were me what color would you pick?”

“Now I want the assignment completed before I return. Oh and please make sure that Cynthia doesn’t give that trafficking mission to MI6. She knows that it’s ours,” Cora said into her phone as she situated herself at her desk. With only a few weeks left in the semester and her return to England imminent, it seemed like suddenly she had a million things to do and not enough hours in the day to do so. But knock at her door had Cora turning in her chair and spotting someone waiting for her attention. “I’ll call you back,” she hung up her phone and offered up a charming, red lipstick smile. “Can I help you?”