MARCH!?! Okay then...

"I can't get it out of my head!" I hissed, making sure no passerby heard. "I keep getting that cold, suffocating feeling out of the blue!"

"I could um do something about it, but it's basically brain surgery..."

"No thanks, I'll just bare through it. It's night I have to go back to that frozen heck anyways."

"sorry."

"It's fine," I said before I felt go off. I pulled it out. My eyes widened and I immediately answered it. "'Ello?" I switched back to my British accent. Suddenly, my boss was yelling in my ear. I pulled the phone away from it so I didn't go d... Oh, wait.

"What's going on?"

"What do you think about England?" She asked me.
"Is that where we are going next?"
"You didn't answer my question but, yes." She relied.
"It'll be fine." I answered her question.

I held up a finger to her. "Boss on the phone," I signed. I listened to him ranting on. "Yes... uh huh, yes, I did get them together days ago, I'm with her right now! Yes, my cover was blown, by both if them. No, I am not at an airport, I'm not supposed to go to England. Yes, I know it was about saving the Q-... no I did not, I'll get right on that. Yes, I am aware of that, I am working on it now. Yes, four times, I think. Oh, really? Yes, sir. Uh huh... uh huh... Oh! Yes, I know who it is. I can't say now! Yes! Thank you, sir. This is a great help." I hung up and looked at Lenora.
"You think you have it bad? My boss is a fourty-year-old that happens to be Sherlock's weird, cake-loving brother!"

(((Ahhhhhh don't make him actually Sherlock! Sherlock wouldn't try to kill Anna!)))

"What was he talking about?"

"About my recent missions, I haven't turned in my paperwork for a month, I'm the world's most lazy spy, the usual."
"But, he did give me Anna's next location. Spy for a spy. I can't say who, in case they're listening. I'll fill you in on the way to the airport."

"Sounds good."

"Alright, you'll need a passport, but don't worry, I have one for you."

"Oh, ok."

"So, what do you want your name to be?"

"I'm not good at coming up with names."

"How about..." I switched it sign language for the name. "Allison Chase?"

"Sure."

"Hmm... Now I have to pick a name."

"Melody Chase?" I suggested using the first name that popped in my head.

"Don't say it out loud! You don't know who could be listening," I whispered the last bit.

"Sorry. I'm new at this."

"It's fine." I switched to sign language. "Melody is fine."

"Ok." I signed back.

I smiled. "So, ready for the airport?"