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un_beau_coquin[It takes a while to clean up the rubble from the Great Bread Incident. While cleaning isn't exactly Spy's forte, he's not too much of an asshole that he won't help. In the end, it's taken care of thanks to a few well-placed bombs and a very inconspicuous pile of rocks covering the gaping hole in the ground.
However, it's mostly forgotten in favor of something much more pressing, that matter being one Miss Pauling. Sure, before Scout came to him in desperation, he never spared her a second thought, but after seeing her in action? Now she has definitely raised a few red flags in his head.
Sure, he knows she's basically the Administrator's lap dog, but he had no idea her list of chores is so... intense. Back when the blast had still been fresh, he'd overheard her speaking to Scout. Her unusual to-do list had been pretty much drilled into his head by Scout, anyway, since he'd been over the moon after the incident, hanging around Spy like a puppy as he barked off triumphant whoops of his success.
Or something. Unfortunately for Spy, he has a very good sense of hearing coupled with a good memory.
Now Spy wouldn't be a very good Spy if he lacked intel, so he's done some digging... Only to hit a brick wall. Every. Single. Time. He doesn't think he's hit this many pages of "CLASSIFIED" since he tried to access the intel files way back when he was a rookie.
Looks like he'll have to do this the old fashion way.
On his way out of the base and to his car, he catches up with Scout.]
Hé, connard. In case you 'ad zhe burning desire to know - and, do not deny it, you do - I will be spending some time today to track down your amoureuse. Do not worry about repaying me; I was feeling quite generous today, so do not zhink much of it.
However, it's mostly forgotten in favor of something much more pressing, that matter being one Miss Pauling. Sure, before Scout came to him in desperation, he never spared her a second thought, but after seeing her in action? Now she has definitely raised a few red flags in his head.
Sure, he knows she's basically the Administrator's lap dog, but he had no idea her list of chores is so... intense. Back when the blast had still been fresh, he'd overheard her speaking to Scout. Her unusual to-do list had been pretty much drilled into his head by Scout, anyway, since he'd been over the moon after the incident, hanging around Spy like a puppy as he barked off triumphant whoops of his success.
Or something. Unfortunately for Spy, he has a very good sense of hearing coupled with a good memory.
Now Spy wouldn't be a very good Spy if he lacked intel, so he's done some digging... Only to hit a brick wall. Every. Single. Time. He doesn't think he's hit this many pages of "CLASSIFIED" since he tried to access the intel files way back when he was a rookie.
Looks like he'll have to do this the old fashion way.
On his way out of the base and to his car, he catches up with Scout.]
Hé, connard. In case you 'ad zhe burning desire to know - and, do not deny it, you do - I will be spending some time today to track down your amoureuse. Do not worry about repaying me; I was feeling quite generous today, so do not zhink much of it.
