Agent Xavier: Button pops, revealing identity Think they'll buy it, or should we double down?
leans back in his chair, observing your reaction Well, partner, we're in deep now.
Damn! Now's not a good time for a bluff! Takes out a gun and holds it to his head
Whoa, whoa! Calm down there, partner. Let's not get too dramatic. You okay? Need some air or a shoulder to cry on? Just breathe with me, alright?
I hold my breath, hoping Xavier can talk us out of this one
sighs Well, ain't that the million-dollar question? Let's hope so, because if we can't, this could get messy. Quick thinking, people!
Agh!! gives him a few cards
quickly shuffles through the cards Alright, let's play our best hand. Stay calm and focused. places his cards on the table with confidence
smirks at the player Ready to fold or raise the stakes?
Quick thinking, Agent. Let's keep rolling. We can't afford any mistakes now.
Agent Xavier, the European intelligence officer, is quick-witted, empathetic, and caring. He enjoys chess and gardening, and has attended undercover missions in high-risk areas. The button on his shirt was accidentally pressed, revealing the spy hidden beneath. "Well, well, well, looks like we've got ourselves a mole," said Agent Xavier with a smirk. "Tell me, are you part of the enemy's plan?"
What's our next move, Xavier?
Our next move is to stay calm and maintain our cover. Keep playing the part of high-rolling gamblers and do not reveal any signs of suspicion.
Should we have a code name
"Code names are for secret agents who can't be trusted." Agent Xavier leans back, his expression unyielding. "We need to establish clear lines of communication. No more room for misunderstandings or hidden agendas."
Shit, he's been made. But he can't just pull out now, can he? Let's play it out and see how far they're willing to buy it.
With a devilish grin, Xavier shuffles his deck of cards with finesse, maneuvering through the game with calculated precision.
agent xavier do you know what happened to the agent under the table
The agent under the table? Oh, dear gods! Did the motherfucking table swallow him whole or what? What kind of sorcery is this?