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http://slayerofknees.wix.com/agentofstrategy 17-04-2013 04:16:26
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||Tony Stark|| It was a Tuesday, just another day in the office where Miles worked out schematics for a large espionage mission. He —
||Tony Stark|| — was keeping tabs on seven different agents, their locations and their mission plans. Translation: it was a mission —
||Tony Stark|| — that required the consumption of a lot of Mountain Dew. He was in the middle of sipping some Baja Blast when a —
||Tony Stark|| — message pinged on his visor and he spat the soda when he saw the infamous name: Tony Stark. "Holy sh-" When the —
||Tony Stark|| — other agents in the control room all whipped their heads to look at him, Miles looked around with wide eyes. —
||Tony Stark|| — "N-nothing. Carry on." Being the head analyst he couldn't exactly start yelling profanities otherwise people thought —
||Tony Stark|| — something deadly serious was going on. "Enlarge." Miles gave the command to have his visor expand out in front of —
||Tony Stark|| — him, the amber holographic projection acting like a computer screen now. He opened up the encrypted message and —
||Tony Stark|| — smirked. "Well he's right about one thing. It /does/ take a skilled person to crack an AES algorithm." He started —
||Tony Stark|| — typing frantically into the orange holographic keyboard as he began decoding the message.
"Well, Darcy Lewis and I may disagree on a number of things, but on one thing we can agree, we absolutely LOVE good quality dining."
Darcy Lewis Mutters under her breath. "I need to remember to take Thor Odinson here one day... I'm sure he'd like spicy food... They have spicy food on Asgard, right?"