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I don't know, I'll probably post, like, stories or something on here.

M. and J.J., of the P.M.A.
Casually, the young man strolled across the party floor, occasionally making bored small talk with those around him. His dark blue velvet suit and curly dark brown hair somehow fit. After all, he was Justin Jason Davis, top-notch secret agent, and he could pull off any look. However, he was careful not to give off a ‘James Bond’ vibe, staying with the cover of ‘unassuming kid of some rich guy.’ His olive green eyes flickered across the dance floor, searching for  a specific young lady in a vermillion silk dress. That would be Charlotte Couture, the girl whose name was famous for stealing priceless art pieces from various museums. However, no one knew her face. Of course, Justin, being part of the P.M.A., knew the exact details of her face, from the small scar near her right temple, to the edges of blue that lined her gray eyes. Tonight, they had heard, was the night she would meet up with a higher-up from her organization at this fancy party. But she was nowhere to be found. Justin walked to his co-worker/best friend.

“You seen her anywhere?” asked his nervous friend. Mattthew’s grey eyes scanned the room, darting back and forth behind his dark orange glasses. Justin shook his head as Matthew ran his fingers through his wavy ginger hair, his foot tapping out of stress, as it almost always did.”Oh, I don’t remember exactly what she looks like, but…” Matthew mentioned, pointing at the girl chatting in French with a man almost twice her height (though Charlotte was on the shorter side) and who looked like he could take out both Matthew and Justin in a barely a heartbeat. “Yup, that’s definitely her. And that guy’s probably the higher-up.” Justin replied confidently. “But we can’t go anywhere near them, since we haven’t been hanging around either, so it’ll look kind of weird and suspicious to go up to them, ‘Hey, can we join your conversation?’ What do you think?” Both boys leaned against the wall in deep thought, Justin casually eating a party snack, trying to come up with a solution. Then, suddenly, Matthew’s eyes lit up as a lightbulb turned on in his head. He started tapping his foot, this time not out of stress, but as a side effect of his ideas wanting to get out of his brain already. “Got it. We can kill two birds with one stone. Our top priority…” Matthew started. He talked quickly, and used too many words for Justin to completely follow Matthew’s plan, but he got the gist of it. What they were to do was tranquilize Charlotte Couture (Matthew’s job) and kill the probable leader of the B.G.A. (Justin’s job) at the same time. Some other people working with the P.M.A. that Matthew had identified earlier were going to set off a diversion, and he, Matthew, and the other two guys were going to escape in the chaos with Charlotte and leave the leader’s body behind. “...Sound good, or do you have a better plan?” spat out Matthew, finally attempting to breathe, his foot taps slowing down. “How the- How do y- Oh, whatever,” replied Justin, a look of pure astonishment on his face, contemplating Matthew’s intelligence. Why am I surprised? Thought Justin. Matthew comes up with ideas rivaling Albert Einstein every minute. He shook his head to clear it out. “But yeah, I don’t have any ideas, and yours are always 10 times better than mine,” Justin said.Matthew nodded, blushing slightly, and went off to talk to the other two P.M.A. agents. He came back after only a minute. “They said they’ll do it, and anyway, they were here to set off something; this party’s full of crims.” he said happily. Matthew pulled out his tranquilizer as Justin pulled out a small handgun. They took their spots and aimed.