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[color=858BC4]10/5/2021, Saturday
6:41 AM[/color][/center]
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It wasn't especially rare for Adam to be up and on the streets early in the morning, saturday or not. Indeed, a morning walk was part of his general morning routine. However, from the look in his eyes to the downright unsettling smile on his face, anyone who might have recognized the boy would see that something was different than usual. He was [i]excited.[/i]

He'd gotten the message the night before. 'Got what you asked for. Meet in the alley by the corner of Coolidge and Moore. 6:45 AM.'

Exciting shit indeed. He'd asked for this stuff [i]months[/i] ago, but he was willing to put up with the long wait considering how much cheaper it'd be to get it from this guy than through other methods. About a minute later, he made it to the meeting place, pleasantly surprised to see that the guy was already there waiting.

"Jeez, took you long enough!"

[color=858BC4]"Shut it, it ain't even the time you said yet! Anyway, whatever, you got the stuff right?"[/color]

"Hell yeah I did!" The other teen said, removing his backpack and pulling out a smaller paper bag. "You wouldn't believe how tough it was to get it. Even harder sneaking it past Mom. Don't even wanna know how she'd react if she knew I was doing this."

He shuddered at that last part, and despite himself, Adam almost felt some empathy for the poor idiot. On the other hand though, he needed to quit screwing around, seal the deal and get this stuff home before anyone saw him with it.

[color=858BC4]"Yeah yeah, quit wastin' time an' let me get a look at it already."[/color] He said, reaching out to grab it only for the guy to dodge away.

"Whoa pal, you remember how expensive this stuff is right?" He asked, staring at Adam like he was an idiot. "How about you give me the money first, [i]then[/i] you can see the goods. I'm not about to just let you run off with both, you know?"

[color=858BC4]"Oh yeah? An' how the hell am I supposed to trust you not to do the same?!"[/color]

"Dude, I've [i]seen[/i] the way you move at school. You really think I'm going to outrun you?"

Adam paused for a moment, lost in thought.

[color=858BC4]"Yeah, fair. Fine, here ya go. Solid hundred."[/color] He said, handing the other teen a pair of fifty dollar notes. Weirdly enough, he seemed almost disappointed when he saw them.

"Damn, I was kinda hoping it'd be a big wad like in the movies..."

[color=858BC4]"Dunno what to tell ya man, didn't wanna count it out wrong, an' this seemed like the easiest way."[/color]

"Yeah, I guess that makes sense. Oh well, deals a deal. Here."

Immediately upon taking the bag, Adam stuck his hand inside to check. Just from feel alone, he could tell the difference between this and the normal stuff. It was insane.

[color=858BC4]"Holy shit, you [i]actually[/i] got it..."[/color] He said, although the sheer awe he was feeling made it come out barely above a whisper.

"Told you I would, didn't I? Straight from the Andes! Well, with a few stops, so I guess not [i]'straight'[/i] straight from the-... whatever, you get the idea!"

[color=858BC4]"Damn..."[/color] He whispered, feeling something almost approaching [i]respect[/i] for the idiot in front of him as he looked from him back to the bag, reaching back in and pulling the contents out to get a closer look.

It was a skein of blue wool. One of three.

[color=858BC4]"Damn..."[/color] He mumbled again, examining the skein like it was pure gold. Considering the normal price of this particular wool, it might as well have been. He was pretty sure Vicuna wool was some of the most expensive in the world. The fact that he was getting this much for just a hundred dollars was more than a bargain, it was actually sort of insane. 

"So... what're you planning to do with it anyway?"

[color=858BC4]"Oho, I got some plans..."[/color] He said, more to himself, before his eyes widened and he turned to his classmate.

Joseph Hannigan. Son of the owner of the largest textile shop in town. Sort of an idiot, but the one of the few people Adam didn't consistently tell to piss off, mostly because he was [i]also[/i] one of the few people who had found out about his love of knitting and sewing, having served him enough inside the store to eventually see through his disguise. Thankfully, they'd managed to work out an agreement on that particular subject.

[color=858BC4]"Hey, don't forget tha-"[/color]

"I know, I know... Anyone hears about this, they'll never find my body. Don't worry, I remember."

[color=858BC4]"Damn straight... an' thanks..."[/color]

Although the last part was said under his breath, apparently Joe somehow managed to catch it.

"Well well, what was that? Was that actually a th-" He started, before seeing the expression on Adam's face. "-hhhhunder? Thunder? Think I heard some in the distance. Might be rain on the way, unless I'm somehow [i]hearing[/i] you glare at me. I'll see you at the shop I guess?"

[color=858BC4]"Sure."[/color] Adam responded, rolling his eyes at Joe's desperate redirection of the conversation and stuffed the wool into his backpack. [color=858BC4]"Wanna get home and start this thing anywway."[/color]

And it was then, as he was starting to get hyped for all the stuff he wanted to make, that his watch started screaming at him. Realising that this as probably something important, he refrained from shouting back for the moment, instead simply checking to see what might be wrong. Seeing the word EMERGENCY blinking at him did little to calm him down, and he growled to himself as he started digging around in his pockets for that damned earpiece, sticking it in his ear.

[color=858BC4]"Alright robot, the hell is going on?"[/color]

[color=aqua]"Good morning, agent. Mandatory training exercise at 1700 Coolidge Road in Swindon in exactly 27 minutes. Failure to attend will result in significant consequences."[/color]

For a moment, Adam just stood there, glaring at nothing in particular and wishing Hiram had a face to punch. Eventually, he settled on an empty trash can sitting nearby.

[color=858BC4]"An' just [i]how the hell is that a goddamn emergency?![/i]"[/color] He shouted, kicking the trash can hard enough to send it tumbling out of the alley.

Oh yeah no, this was just [i]awesome.[/i] Just goddamn [i]perfect.[/i] Not only did he not have to worry about anything stupid like [i]enjoying himself[/i], or actually working on something productive, but he would also get to spend some good old quality time with Nadia Solokova, who [i]definitely[/i] wasn't the most terrifying living creature he'd ever encountered. He'd been doing his absolute best to avoid running into her since the goddamn disaster that was Timbuktu, but no, apparantly turning the other cheek and walking away [i]wasn't[/i] the way to deal with your problems. Solid piece of advice, [i]Jesus![/i] Totally hadn't just majorly screwed him!

Shit, and this call had probably gone out to all those other assholes too, and god only knew what [i]they'd[/i] have to say about his performance. He'd tried to play nice, go along with what the big kids told him to do, and how the hell did that work out? Not friggin good, that's how.

By this point, he'd made it to the building. Place as a shithole, because of course it was, and it looked like he was early enough that it was just him, that one guy with the guns, and Solokova present right now, because [i]of course it was.[/i] Trying not to let it show how terrified he was right now, he nodded to Solokova.

[color=858BC4]"Boss."[/color] He said briefly, deciding not to go any further out of fear that he might start stuttering or something.

Upon receiving the same instructions as Gun Guy, he enterd the building, and begrudgingly picked took a couple of pistols of his own after realising he didn't have his bolas on him, being too hard to explain away if he got his bag checked, which was regular enough for him to just not risk it most of the time. Thankfully though, he still had his gauntlets, and he also took a pair of batons to round off his knew arsenal.

From there, he waited for the other agents to show up, listening in growing horror as Sokolova described their training, though that was more aimed at the punishment for losing really. He [i]did[/i] cheer up a bit when Gun Gu-[i]BEN![/i] That was his name! Anyway yeah, he did find himself grinning a little when Sokolova shot Ben, but it was quickly drowned back out by the thought of cleaning all the paint out of this abandoned building. He had shit to do, damn it! 

By the time the exercise actually started, he was back to scowling again.

[color=858BC4]"Fine, I guess we're doin' this."[/color] He grumbled into his earpiece as he entered the building. [color=858BC4]"Bomb Girl, you're makin' the plan right? Got anywhere specific ya want me to be, or am I just wanderin' the halls beatin' the shit out of anyone I run into?"[/color]

[@Hitman][@KZOMBI3]