Drama, drama, drama...
IC: bad. this was very bad. sam had that determind look in his face. i would have more chance changing the wind then to change sam. what could i do? anything i would say wouldn't matter.
"sam," i said, searching my mind for something, ANYTHING to say.
"Sam, you can't go into a seperate mission without completing the first. we're spies, our mission comes first, and our feelings come second. please think about what you are doing. besides, it looks like our current mission is leading into the direction of Him. so, untill we have the proof through our spy work, don't do anything rashional. please."
it was all i could say to him. he was only a foot in front of me, but he looked so distant.
i felt tears swell in my eyes as i waited for him to respond.