Blending In {Ryan}

[gwendolyn beatrice benson]

For the first time in three months, Gwen was finally getting to do something outside of the school. Mostly it was just a surveillance run, getting information without being remembered. That’s where she came in. She had one of those faces that made an impression upon first glance, than was forgotten as she drifted out of sight. Today, her hair was its natural state of dark brunette, braided loosely to the right. She wore very little make-up, just lip gloss to compliment her innocent smile. Her hazel eyes took in the surrounding areas. According to her teacher, she would meet up with the other student once on board the ship. It wasn’t a dangerous mission, one that could easily be talked out of by two students sneaking onto a ship stationed at the marina. Well, at least she assumed it wouldn’t be too difficult to talk out of should they be caught. Gwen ran a hand over her shoulder, pulling out a pen from the outside pocket of her book bag. It looked like a normal pen, wrote like a normal pen, and was all in all; a normal pen. Except for the hidden thumb drive inside. She tucked the pen away, not wanting to misplace it before it was needed. Gwen waited for the alarm on her watch to go off, and then made her way to a boat called “Navigavi”. It was a Latin verb meaning; to sail. Cute. She shook her head and focused on getting on board without being seen. She pulled of her aviator shades and looked around. The third door on the left after going down the stairs; those were her instructions on getting to the computer. So, with practiced quietness; Gwen stepped down the stairs and counted off the doors as she reached the handle. The door was locked, causing her to roll her eyes. So much for not having to pick any locks for a while. Gwen looked over her shoulder as she pulled a pin from her hair and set to work on the lock. After a few clicks, she heard the lock spring back and smiled in satisfaction, pushing the door inward to reveal a large desk with a computer sitting idle. From here, she was supposed to wait for the other student. Gwen scowled. Teams weren’t really her thing, she much preferred to be working on her own, then she couldn’t be held responsible for putting another person in danger should she mess up. But instead of jumping the gun and snooping around; she waited.

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[ryan lee johnson]

Ryan walked carefully along the board walk, eyes glancing every which way as people passed by slowly. He gave a friendly smile to a lady walking her dog and she returned it genuinely as she made her way past him. It was relatively nice outside, not too hot but not the slightest bit cold either. He was thankful for this seeing as how his mission was to basically be outdoors all day. Normally, he wouldn't mind. He was so used to be out and about and it was nice for him to be able to get away from the school for once. This was his first mission with someone else. Normally, he worked alone and it was easier that way, but he also knew that it would be interesting to see who all he would be working with.

With that in mind, he turned the corner, passing a few boats here and there as he searched from the Navigavi. Lifting his hand, he carefully placed his small, gum packet sized camera into his front pocket, positioning the lens to see straight through the opening. It would record everything they did and he would turn it into the headmistress at the end of the day. Pulling out his cell phone, he discreetly took a picture of a man nearby who seemed to be acting odd. He was paying a lot of attention to the boat and Ryan knew it would be a better idea to wait for him to leave.

Minutes passed before the man finally looked away and Ryan slipped onto the boat and around a corner, stopping to take a breath. Once he knew he was not being followed, he hurried down the walkway to the third door before realizing that it was already open. His partner had been here for some time and he could only imagine how irritated they must be right now with him. Shaking his head at the thought, he made his way down the stairs and into the room at the bottom, stopping at the sight of Gwen.

Gwen? Of all people!? He had to be the luckiest person in the world. She had been on many missions and had plenty of experience. If he was right, this mission would be a breeze. With a smirk, he approached the computer quickly, tapping the pad in front on him to bring up a screen. "Sorry for the wait.." he said softly as he pulled out his phone yet again. He typed a few things on the keypad and soon, his phone screen was flashing letters and numbers. "Gotta crack this...it may take a bit. The software this guy uses is pretty legit..." he said, eyes looking from the phone, to her, and then back again.

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[gwendolyn beatrice benson]

The boat swayed a little bit, reminding Gwen that she wasn't too fond of the water traveling crafts. Always rocking and being tossed about by the water, no sense of control. Control was something she enjoyed. Or at least the illusion of control. being that she was simply a student at Waverly, and spent more time taking orders than doing much else. But it was a life she wanted to excel in. If only to prove to her over-protective mother that she could handle the precarious situations often dealt with in their line of work. But there was still the want inside of her. The want to be in control of something, even if it were only a control over her mission selection. But just as soon as the thought entered her mind, Gwen shot it down, looking down the hallway to check for any sign of her teammate. Waiting made her jumpy.

Gwen was an adrenalin junkie, and lived for those thrilling narrow escapes, but the waiting was harder to deal with. Especially when she wasn't sure who to expect on her team. She began to strum her fingers against her leg in an attempt to calm her nerves. After a moment of two of waiting, the slightest noise from the hallways caught her attention. Before she had time to move, a familiar male was at the door and then at the computer. She found herself smiling, she had yet to work with Ryan. This should be an interesting experience. "It's no biggy, I just got here a bit faster than planned." She replied in her soft voice, not wanting to risk being heard should anyone be on board other than the two spies.

Gwen watched with admiration as he set to work. Not everyone could pull off looking as calm as he did. But she could tell it wasn't an act; he was calm. And then with him working with computers, well that was just another thing to admire. Gwen was being taught the basics of computer hacking, but it wasn't where her gifts lie. "I'll take your word for it." She offered with a soft smile. Gwen was trying to remember the last time she'd had a conversation with Ryan, and found that it would probably be the day when her mother welcomed the new students and told them about the school's real purpose. Of course this made her fell awful, because that was some time back. But she couldn't remember seeing him around much. "So, what would you say to hanging out a bit after the mission, I haven't seen you in a while."

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[ryan lee johnson]

The sound of her voice made him smile a bit. Gwen always sounded naturally happy, as if the world was on her side. It was not over the top which he was personally thankful for, but it was genuine, sweet, and almost endearing. She had to have made many friends because of this, Ryan was sure of it. Coming his fingers through his curls, he thought for a moment, trying his best to think of the password but it seemed so much more like a government code. Irritated, he sighed and leaned back, glancing up at her with a small smile.

"You know, that actually sounds nice. I haven't really hung out with anyone because I have been trying to get used to the school but hanging out sounds like fun," he said softly. Looking back to his phone, he realized that he had just figured out the code and grinned. "Yes!" he whisper-shouted and laughed a little at himself as he typed in the letters and numbers. The computer jumbled them into order and beeped, letting him know that he had just gotten in.

"And here you are milady." Moving away from the computer, he let her on to get the information off. Of course he could do it on his own but he figured that was her part of the mission so he would leave it to her. Besides, he had done majority of him part. The last part would be to crash the system. Easy. Looking to her, he watched as she prepared her things. "Password was Geodome13497. I think that the guy we are tracking maybe working with Geo Tech, a company working on future technologies that they hope to release within the next few years. Of course, that is just a theory..." he said softly, realizing that he sounded like a complete nerd right about them.

Notes: I thought the password idea would be something that could start a future rp or at least continue this one past them hanging out, you know?
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[gwendolyn beatrice benson]

For a moment Gwen felt silly asking, but what was the harm in wanting to hang out with a fellow student and spy? Regardless of the fact that she found him charming and enjoyable to be around, she genuinely wanted to get to know him. If they were going to be teaming up –which she hoped they would- she wanted to know the person on her team. But as Ryan spoke, Gwen found herself smiling with a nod. "Well anytime you feel like you could use someone to hang out with, I’m just around the corner." She offered with a half shrug. Though the first few weeks of school had been filled with intense training, she was adjusting decently. Her burned arm had healed nicely after a month of having to elevate it and keep it rested. Not even a scar to show what she’d endured. Just the way she preferred it. She watched as he set to work typing, and then was rewarded with access to the computer.

"Well done." Gwen said, offering a winning smile as she began to pull out the pen and a pair of gloves. After slipping on the gloves, she set at the keyboard and looked at the screen. "It might just be theory, but it’s the best educated guess I’ve heard. Besides, most answers are built upon a good old-fashioned hunch." Gwen said, looking from the screen to Ryan, and then back as it began to pull up the data files she had selected. Her eyes scanned the screen for anything useful, and she found herself biting her bottom lip. Why was working with Ryan making her nervous? She had worked with plenty of guy just fine, what was the difference here? Just then, files became to filter through the search engine with ‘GeoTech’ in the title. "I guess they didn’t think much about being discreet. That, or they didn’t plan on being hacked." Gwen said, she tapped a few keys, selecting any file that looked remotely relevant. Gwen picked up her pen and gently pulled it apart, checking the thumb-drive before finding an open USB slot on the console.

As the file downloaded Gwen stood, removing her gloves and stepping aside from the chair. "After the download you’re set to crash the system; right?" She asked, even though she knew the answer. It was just small talk to keep her distracted. She refused to believe it was her admiration of Ryan that was giving her discomfort. He was an intelligent junior, who happened to look adorable while working with computers. Gwen reprimanded herself, trying to keep focused on the task at hand. All it took was a second of distraction, and a whole mission could be blown. She couldn’t afford that, not while having a teammate.

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[ryan lee johnson]

Ryan could feel himself smiling as he watched her work. So professional, so clean. Exactly what a spy was made of. If anyone was going to succeed in this school, it would be Gwen and not because her mother ran the place, but because she paid attention and soaked in everything around her. She was a walking book filled with all the knowledge and information that makes up a great spy. He couldn't help but look up to her for this and if they really did end up hanging out more, he would ask her to teach him her tricks. He was looking forward to being around her to say the least. Knowing that this was supposed to be casual, Ryan couldn't help but want to get to know this girl. She was intriguing and it took a lot to capture his interest.

He smirked a little at his brilliant guess, glad that it had paid off. Usually, he was successful at this stuff, but this particular mission had seemed that it would be harder that it really had been. Once he knew who he was working with, all the complications seemed to have flown right out the window. Leaning against the wall, careful not to touch anything, he gazed down at her and watched her fingers swipe over the keys. As she brought out the pen, he seemed a bit confused but once it was open, he realized that he should have known it was a tool. "You know, I am beginning to think that the professors give the girls cooler objects to work with than the guys.." he teased, walking back towards her and leaning over her a bit to look at the objects she was tossing into her hard drive.

Once she had looked back at him, his eyes scanned the screen carefully and something caught his eye but he ignored it and nodded. "Yeah, I can crash it easily but I am wondering if I should just wipe the system onto my phone and replace it back onto a clean laptop at the school. Maybe then, it will give us an idea of what kind of security system these guys are using..." he said softly. "Plus, it will give me some more practice in cracking these kinds of codes which is always fun for me." Looking back to her, he grinned and laughed at himself and how stupid he must sound. The idea was a little risky to be honest. Once the program was duplicated, he figured that this type of technology would log it into another system somewhere else and let them know but he was really tempted. After a moment, he decided against it.

"I guess another time. This mission is one I definitely don't want to screw up..." he said, knowing that it was partly because of his record for successful missions, but also because it might ruin his chances of working with Gwen and he wasn't willing to risk that quite yet. Looking away from her again, he glanced down at his pocket, realizing that everything they were saying was being recorded. He was glad he hadn't ended up making that choice in the end. "So, why aren't you working with others on a different mission? I mean, I know I am a Junior but I am newer to all of this than you. Shouldn't you be paired with a professional or something?" He knew is question was a little stupid but he had to ask anyways. Besides, he may as well kill time while the file transfer was still processing.

Notes: Sounds good to me.
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[gwendolyn beatrice benson]

Due to growing up under the watchful eyes of her mother, not to mention anyone else who assisted her; Gwen was used to being under a microscope. It gave her more reason to be cautious and pay close attention to details, and it was something she grew accustomed to. But it also helped her be able to easily tell when she was being watched, even if she couldn’t find who was watching her. Confidence and a deep sense of responsibility always seemed to accompany her on missions, but under Ryan’s curious gaze; Gwen felt as if she were doing everything for the first time. She was only relieved she didn’t mess up, that would have been embarrassing and dangerous. Not a very good combination for her.

Gwen looked up, her brow raised slightly as she looked back to the device and smiled. ”I was always told the guys had all the cool devices.” She said with a shrug, turning back to the screen and smiling as she continued. "Or maybe it was that they have all the dangerous ones.” Gwen looked up at Ryan, nearly jumping when she realized he’d moved in closer for a better look. Despite her age and self-assurance, guys were one mission she was completely clueless in. Gwen had always been more competitive physically, giving the guys a run for their money in the simulation room. But other than that, she could be found on her own, usually in the garden or arcade. Her mother calls it hiding away, but she prefers to think of it as perfecting the art of disappearing. Ryan’s close proximity was surprisingly not something that seemed to bother her.

As Ryan spoke, Gwen listened with general interest. There he went again, with his intelligent way of speaking. Why she was at all needed to sit at the computer for this mission was a surprise for her. Ryan could have probably done this alone. He was computer smart and quiet enough to be undetected. Unlike Gwen, who preferred the adrenalin rush of a narrow escape. If anything she was a risky person to put on a team, since she could just throw caution to the wind at any moment and try to speed things up. Perhaps this was why her mother seemed to be worried about her. "Well whatever you decide, just be sure it’s safe. Wouldn’t want anything to happen to a fellow spy, now would we?” She offered with a smile, glancing at the screen to check on the progress of the download. Just barely past the halfway point.

Gwen nodded to his statement, knowing that this wasn’t a mission she was prepared to screw up either. Not that she wanted to be a show-off or anything, she just wanted to show the teachers that they could work well together, giving them reason to pair them together for more missions in the future. Gwen fidgeted with the end up her braid, she listened to him speak and then gently sighed as she shook her head. "Actually, most of the people I have been paired with have requested to be tried with other students. I usually don’t play well with others, and can get a bit reckless and out of hand in the spur of the moment. So, I asked for them to try me with someone different. Intelligent, but not in a cocky way. And laid back, so if I get a little hyped up and go flying off the handle, they won’t try to beat the crap out of me.” Truth be told, Gwen was tired of dealing with the jerks who looked at her with hate just because of who her mother was. She got into the school on her own, her mother would have loved to keep her out of the institution. And she was tired of having different people actually take a swing at her for jumping the gun without them. She had already been reprimanded by the teachers over the rushing on missions, as well as the fighting with her teammates. "I’m not here because of my mom, and I’m tired of taking crap from people just because they think I don’t deserve to be here. And I'm not a professional. I might be a tiny bit of a perfectionist, but not a professional.”

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[ryan lee johnson]

Ryan couldn't help but smirk at her reply on the devices they were given. He shrugged and crossed his arms slowly. "To be completely honest, I agree with that. But you guys don't need dangerous devices. All of yours do something crazy like and show us up without having to use any real type of defense...so in the end, we look week with our awesome weapons..." he said, hoping to make it an even playing field. It was true that most guns and such were given to the guys but they weren't allowed to shoot unless they were being attacked. In the end, that was very rare to happen so guns weren't used much. Knives and lasers on the other hand came in quite handy and Ryan could only remember a few times he hadn't had one with him, this time included.

Glancing away from her, he looked to the floor, knowing that the download would take a bit more time so there was no point in staring at the screen for now. "To be honest, I don't know why people don't want to talk to you. For one thing, I barely realized you were the headmistress' daughter...you look like her in a way but not much. Plus, you guys act completely different besides your slight need to be tidy.." he said with a smirk referring to his last comment. "But seriously, don't worry about it. Those guys are missing out on an awesome mission all because they don't want to get to know someone like you so don't trip off them." He looked back at her and gave an award winning smile as always before looking up the stairs and then back at her.

He was surprised that no one had heard them down here. If they had, they were either being very quiet at the top of the stairs or they were very slow at responding to the disturbance. He wasn't going to worry either way, knowing they could get out another exit if need be. Boats were his specialty seeing as how he had grown up in a family of ocean lovers. He knew a lot about the sea and how to sail on it so it made it much easier. The only difference was, there were two people to save, not just one. Thankful that she was quiet and thorough, he knew that if something were to happen, they would get out unscathed.

"Trust me when I say that I know what it is like to have someone not want to hang with you because of your parents. Mine tend to scare everyone off with how they act. Very over protective but that is really only when they are around." He grew quiet, stopping at that thought before changing the subject. "So, what do you want to do after you graduate? I mean...do you want to follow in your mother's footsteps or start something different?"

[gwendolyn beatrice benson]

Gwen took in Ryan’s reply with a smile, shaking her head as her soft laughter threatened to escape the corridor. "Well I guess that’s true, but how else can we catch any attention unless we’ve got normal looking objects that actually have some crazy purpose. Besides, I doubt guys would be able to deal with a blow to the ego brought by seeing the girls get the guns, and they end up with pens.” She said with a gentle shrug, straightening her shoulders as she allowed her gaze to stay focused on Ryan’s eyes. He always looked so attentive. Most guys looked around and made you feel ignored, but not Ryan. He never failed to have his eyes focused on you if you were speaking to him. It was little things like that that caused Gwen to really admire Ryan. He wasn’t like most guys, and she didn’t think he would probably ever hit a girl.

His response brought a smile to her lips as Gwen shrugged her shoulders slightly. "Well they don’t know, until the teachers start saying anything to me. They always call me ‘Ms. Benson’ and then I get this look from the students. You’d think I’ve got some contagious disease or something…. Other than my need to keep things tidy.” Though most people didn’t know this, Gwen was actually pretty insane about keeping things cleaned. She took multiple showers a day just to feel better. "Thanks. It’s not so much that it bothers me that they don’t want to talk to me, it’s that they don’t even give me a chance to prove them wrong about me. I’m not all uptight and professional all the time, and I’m still a teenage girl. I had things that interest me, and I have things that scare me to death; I’m not some perfect girl who won’t admit to being afraid or wrong.”

Gwen shrugged. It was just difficult to deal with. At any other school, she was ignored by most girls because they were intimidated by her. And when she tried to act any different, they just rolled their eyes. But at least then she knew it was because of her and not her mother. Here, no one even gave her a chance. They all seemed to be set on not getting to know her. But whatever. She would use the frustration to fuel her times training. Gwen felt as though she spent most of her time in the simulation rooms, nurse’s office, and her mother’s office. At least inside the school that’s where she could be found. Outside, she was usually in the garden or sitting on the bleachers just thinking. She watched as Ryan checked the stairs and she lifted a brow, but he didn’t seem alarmed. Boats weren’t her thing, but she knew how to swim and wouldn’t be afraid to jump off if it came to it. Though she hoped it didn’t, as these were her favorite pair of Sperry’s. Teenage girls and their shoes.

"Well my mom’s protective of me, but I can’t say anything bad about her. She’s a great mom.” Gwen admitted with a smile. Despite what most people might think, the Benson women got along wonderfully. Gwen couldn’t complain about Mrs. Benson. Despite being a being woman, a spy and headmistress; she always let Gwen know that she came first. Like the day she showed up in the infirmary to check on Gwen’s burned arm, when she was supposed to be heading to a meeting. The memory made Gwen smile softly, her attention returned to Ryan as he spoke. "Well I’m not aiming to be headmistress if that what you mean. But as far as taking orders through an organization; I don’t know. It all seems a bit restrictive in a way, and I don’t play well on a team. But who knows; by the time I graduate I could change my mind. What about you?”

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[ryan lee johnson]

The smile on his face returned as her eyes gazed at his. The feeling he got from it was...well, odd. Ryan was not normally one to talk to girls. Of course he had dated before, and most all of his relationships were six months or more. But once he had started high school, his amount of girlfriends had dwindled down and he took more time trying to focus in school instead of talking to woman. His parents always wondered if he had become bored with dating, or if his sexuality had changed but he assured them it was neither. He just felt that there were other things more important that flirting and having small flings.

Now though, he stood in the large boat, staring at a girl who obviously didn't mind working side-by-side with him and he couldn't help but feel a tad bit special. He was glad to be working with her and to be honest, he enjoyed her company quite a bit. Looking away, he glanced to the floor, his smile still plastered on his face. "Well, I can understand where the guys are coming from though. To be honest, it is a bit intimidating knowing that your mom is headmistress, but the fact that they won't give you a chance to show them who you really are, now that is crazy. Like I said before, they are the one's missing out.." he said as casually as he could. He meant every word though and was hoping it sounded thoughtful but not too creepy. He was never good with sweet talk.

Looking at the computer slowly, he realized that it was dwindling down to nothing now and the upload was about to be complete. 15% was left and he looked back to her, letting it handle itself. "Me? Well, I don't know what to tell you to be honest. I plan on being a computer tech for climbers. I will go with scientists to Mount Everest and help keep track of a climbers climbing stats. Let them know of the weather on the mountain, register their findings and such. I may also do a little code cracking for the government...who knows..." he said softly, looking back to her now. "I was asked to join the Air Force and help them because of my computer knowledge but I turned them down to come here. I would rather do this.." He stood silent for a moment before speaking. "I know...nerdy huh?"

[gwendolyn beatrice benson]

"Well I guess that’s understandable, but if a guy was that intimidated of my mother; would he really risk throwing a fist my way? Never mind, it doesn’t matter. It’s really no big deal. It’ll make it easier to move on after school if I don’t have to many ties to it now; ya know?” Gwen said, feeling a little ridicules for her way of thinking. It wasn’t that she didn’t want friends, she just didn’t want to deal with them being all awkward around her because of who her mother was. "But thanks. It’s nice to know that at least one person seems to think that. Well, one person other than my mother.” She said with a smile, leaning forward as she stood and crossed her arms, needing to get her blood flowing. Gwen was not one to sit still for long.

She listened intently, genuinely interested in what Ryan was sharing. At least he seemed to have a real idea for his future. Despite the fact that her mother is the headmistress and Gwen becoming a decent student; she was a part of the Black Hand. A shady group of students who had other ideas for their talents. She doubted sharing that information would paint her in good sights with really anyone. Gwen couldn’t help it though, she felt like there had to be another way to use these skills without being told what to do. Without the restrictions of a team and being under and agency. But that didn’t mean she was planning on going rogue and taking things into her own hands. Who knew, she could change her mind after graduating. Though she doubted it.

Shaking her head, Gwen returned her attention to Ryan as she smiled. "Well that sounds like a really interesting job, though a bit lonely. But who knows, you could end up becoming the next big computer genius; wanted by every government agency.” She offered with a smile, then looked at the computer screen. She stepped closer to the computer, ready to remove the thumb drive when the download finished. "Hey, don’t diss nerds. Intelligence in more attractive than brute force. Trust me, girls would rather be with a guy who can make them smile and enjoy themselves, than with a guy who wants to flex his muscles. Besides, guys that are all brawn and no brain usually end up being jerks. Whereas guys with brains have more respect for girls; and that means a lot more in the long run.” Gwen finished, then felt her cheeks flush as she looked to the screen, glad to see the download complete. She typed a few things, than removed the thumb drive, quickly trying to put the pen back together, but finding it difficult the first few tries.

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[ryan lee johnson]

He couldn't help but smile larger at her words. She was babbling and to be honest, he didn't find it the least bit annoying. He was glad she was so intent on sharing, it helped when they tried to talk about stuff. To be honest, he hadn't shared with anyone like this in weeks. He was impressed that she was even willing to get to know him and he was definitely flattered. Looking away slowly, he bit his lip and glanced at his watch. He noticed that it was ticking loudly now, that, or it was the silence and he realized that he should probably say something.

"Hope you don't break ties with me.." he bascially blurted without thinking but because it was already out there, he figured he would just pretend he hadn't just said it. He looked at the screen and noticed it was done and listened as she continued to speak. He was surprised but her words. She was standing up for him without really trying, or at least that is what he thought. It was nice to hear that from someone and the way she said it made him want to believe it. "Really? Wow...I never thought about it like that..." he said softly as he watched her fumble with the pen.

Walking up to her, he placed his hands over hers gently and helped push the pen together. A smirk spread across his face at how hard it had been for her before removing his hands and walking to the computer. He took a seat and began working, typing codes and such. He glanced at her once before looking back and continuing his work. "For someone who is so good at their job, you certainly have a hard time putting gadgets back together.." he teased, hoping to lighten the air. He had definitely felt a little silly at the smile on his face when he had touched her hands and he could only hope she hadn't noticed, especially after her first comment about "ties". He hit a few more buttons and stood slowly, scanning the screen of any mistakes before stepping back.

"Would you like to do the honors?" he asked, offering for her to finish the job and erase everything by the press of a key. He knew it was a bit odd that he had paused for her but hey, why not right? "All you do is hit 'ENTER' and it will all be gone. Then we can leave..." he said softly, waiting for a reply.

[gwendolyn beatrice benson]

At first Gwen didn’t think she heard him right, but she hadn’t mistaken what he said. But the way he seemed to play it off as if he didn’t say anything made her wonder if maybe she had simply imagined hear him say it. Gwen bit her bottom lip gently, but looked back to with a soft smile as she nodded. "Really. At least, any girls worth having will appreciate someone who respects her. Besides, when guys talk nerdy it has a way of sounding way adorable.” Gwen said with a small laugh. Okay, so maybe she just thought it was adorable, but surely other girls did too. Besides, Ryan had manners and looks; what girl wouldn’t like that?

Gwen cursed herself for being unable to close the silly pen, and nearly jumped out of her skin when Ryan’s hands covered her own and helped her close the pen. Seeing the device properly sealed, she looked at him with a sweet smile. She looked at her hands, and then quickly put the pen in her bag and gave a shrug. "I guess I just get hit with jumpy nerves as the mission comes to a close. Especially when it’s been quiet.” She said, though she knew it wasn’t for that reason. She’d gotten flustered with herself for saying more than she had intended. Since when had she gotten so talkative around someone? Especially a guy. But she smiled, taking a deep breath in as she looked around. "Or maybe I just wanted a little help, I mean I don’t want you to feel like I’m carrying this mission; it’s a team effort.” Gwen commented with a half-smile, she rarely would admit to needing help, and she most certainly didn’t need help closing a pen. Well, unless she was a little flustered.

"Oh, you don’t mind?” Gwen was a little surprised, since most guys would use this as a chance to rub it in that they could do something she couldn’t. Well, any of the guy who had previously been paired with her. Gwen listened with a smile as she looked at the keyboard and then grabbed a Kleenex out of her purse. Hey, why grab a glove and put it on when she had a tissue. Besides, she didn’t want to leave prints. She took a slight breath, then pressed the ‘Enter’ key and watched as the console reacted. "So, let’s be sure out mess is cleaned up and to lock the door on the way out.”

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[ryan lee johnson]

Ryan watched as she tried to explain for her inability to close the pen and he had to admit that she was cute. He couldn't believe he was really thinking these things but what was a guy to do? Besides, she was making it obvious and yet, he liked it that way. He liked knowing when a girl was feeling out of her element. It meant he wasn't the odd one out when it came to nerves. A smirk crossed his face for a moment and he crossed his arms and continued to watch her. "Of course. The end of the mission is very nerve racking," he said, knowing it came out a bit on the sarcastic side. Perfect.

He watched as she took out a Kleenex and hit the enter key and afterwards, he smiled and took out a small ring with two keys on it. "Way ahead of you on the locking up. Why do you wipe down the keys and counter. I will lock the door and then we can get out of here." Walking to the door, he carefully inserted the key and turned it to lock the door, not bothering to tell her where he had gotten the keys because he knew she would eventually ask. Curious should be her middle name. Glancing back at her, he pointed to the stairs as if saying he was going to check their path before he disappeared around the corner.

Carefully positioning his watch, he pressed a button on the side and a small reflector came out silently. Lowering his hand closer to the floor, he let the reflector extend out the doorway at the top of the stairs. No one stood there but he still was unsure if their way was completely clear. He pulled it back closed it into his watch yet again before walking carefully back downstairs. "Coast is clear. But I still don't think we are completely alone. It is way to quiet..." He knew he had to trust is instinct but he wondered if she even felt the same.

[gwendolyn beatrice benson]

Gwen raised a brow, crossing her arms and looking at him with a curious glance. "Do I detect sarcasm, before we’re even safely out of this boat?” She said in a mock serious tone to show her jest. He seemed to have a knack for making light of the situations, and for that she was grateful. Although wondered about the smile on his face as he assisted her with the pen. Did he think she was doing it on purpose, or that it was silly of her? ”I told you I wasn’t a professional; I get hit with jumpy nerves anytime I have to wait of be still for too long.” Gwen remarked with a shrug, but still kept a smile intact.

AS he spoke, Gwen nodded and pulled her bag out in front of her. If there was one thing that could be expected of her in a mission; it was the ability to clean up the space they invaded. She never left the campus without some things, such as Kleenexes of wipes. Hey, she was a neat freak, she just didn’t like to feel dirty or leave prints. Paranoid; but in a healthy sense. Gwen removed a pack of the wipes and set to cleaning off the keyboard and around the desk. She glanced back to see what Ryan was doing with the door, and caught sight of the keys. ”I picked the lock when I got here, I didn’t know you would have keys…. Where’d you get them?” She returned to the task at hand, but was curious. She couldn’t help it sometimes. She looked to the chair and pulled out what looked to be a mini hair straightener, but it folded out into a type of hand-held UV LED light. She checked the chair, and then put the device away when she was satisfied. Most people used them for detecting bodily fluids, but Gwen found she could see if they had brushed off a hair. In her case she was always worried about that.

After finishing with the desk, she looked up to Ryan and nodded. She watched him go and then pulled out a fresh set of wipes to hit the door handle. Gwen removed a plastic baggies from her purse and placed the used wipes inside, grabbing out her sunglasses and placing them on her head as she watch Ryan return. ”Quietness is unsettling, and usually means that we should be extra cautious. If we run into anyone, what’s that story? Just two students who thought it would be fun to trespass on a fancy little boat?” Well she wanted to be sure they had their story straight, there was always the possibility of talking your way out of a situation, but that was a dangerous position to be in, especially if they detained you and went checking around the ship.

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