fh_trips | Washington DC: Museums

Nadia's facade cracked for a split second, then her expression closed again. "Uh huh. And how long will you be . . ." she pretended to check notes, "feeding ducks?"

Blair's eyes sparkled as he darted forward. "Till I get all the information of your secret ~~plan to fight inflation~~ recycling program! Then my country will take over the world! You'll never catch Bagel alive!"

A strange man carrying a bald cat walks by followed by a midget holding a minature version of a bald cat.

"Come along Mini-me. I want to see the the exhibit on Kerplakistan."

"EEEE! EEEE!"

Nadia paused and stared at the man, then shook her head. She spotted the spy tests and hurried over. She was pretty sure she had her alias down pat.

She frowned as she pushed the buttons on the screen. "I'm pretty sure a real customs officer wouldn't give you multiple choice answers."

Blair grinned. "Are you A: Visiting a Family Member? B: Stealing Government Secrets? or C: Seeing the Sights?"

Nadia grinned, then pointed to another interactive display. "I bet I can identify more suspicious activity than you can,"

Blair grinned. "I've been accused of tons of suspicious activity before. You're on!"

Nadia led the way over to the screen and peered at the black and white photo for a moment. "That guy with the notebook by the tree is definitely up to something."

"No way, man. He's just taking notes!" Blair pointed. "It's the couple buying ice cream from the vendor. Look...it's chocolate. Who buys chocolate ice cream while wearing white clothes. They are definitely spies."

Nadia glanced over at him and grinned. "You think spies don't take notes about things? And if anyone is suspicious, its the vendor! He's wearing a coat, when it's obviously warm out. Why else would he be selling ice cream if it wasn't?"

"Look!" Blair pointed towards a corner of the picture. "That man is feeding ducks! SPY!"

Nadia grinned and pushed the button that would reveal all the suspicious activity on the screen. Sure enough, the guy with the notebook, the couple at the ice cream stand, and the ice cream vendor all lit up.

The man feeding the ducks didn't.

"Huh. They missed one."

Blair shrugged. "Really. You'd expect better from the museum."

Nadia shook her head. "Very disappointing." She looked around. "Oo, lock picks!"

"Hmm...I can see a use for those back at school." He coughed. "Uh, I mean, you know...if I get locked out of my room."

Nadia tilted her head towards him, but didn't take her eyes off the video screen on the ceiling that was showing various types of lockpicks and lockpicking techniques. "Do you know how to pick locks?"

Blair shrugged and watched the video with her. "Yeah. We didn't stay around most places long enough for Naomi to make me a spare key, so I learned how to pick locks in order to get inside."

"Want me to teach you sometime?"

Nadia grinned. "No need. I've had . . . some practice with lock picking." And pocket picking, and all those other dubious behaviors that would be advantageous for a spy to have. . . .

The video switched to surveilance devices, which weren't as interesting because they weren't as hands on. Nadia glanced around again, and spotted the entrance to the airduct crawl. "That's neat," she said, pointing.

Blair was interested in the surveillance devices and how it wouldn't be needed if someone had extra sensitive hearing...but he looked to wear Nadia was pointing.

"We crawl through there?"

Nadia nodded happily. "Like they do in the movies. See?" She pointed up at the ceiling, where the duct was visible running overhead. Loud clunks and giggles could be heard from it. "You have to try to be quiet, I think."

Blair stared up at the ceiling and then down at the floor and back up again. "Yeah, right. How bout this? You go crawl through the ceiling and I'll be waiting at the end like a good like floor-bound spy should."

Nadia was about to reply when a dark haired man walked by.

A tall man with dark hair passes by Blair and Nadia while talking on the phone.

"No I don't think you can be in love with two people at the same time. However, I did have the same intense feelings for both Sporty and Posh Spice."

Nadia was about to respond to Blair's chicken-y statement when she noticed the man walk by.

She might have even licked her lips.

It was but a moment's passing fancy, accompanied by an odd recognition, like deja vu or something from a dream, then she turned back to Blair.

"Him," she said, relating them both back to their conversation at the Hoover building. "Prime example of hot guy."

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