making my way downtown

[un_beau_coquin]

[The big issue here isn't getting fired. No, Spy will be fine for now, considering all that he's saved. Losing a resource as powerful as RED and Mann Co in general is a blow indeed, but Spy can get by. Right now, he's more concerned about living and making sure none of his loose ends catch up to him.

Most of the things he's taking back with him are either essential or expensive. The weapon magazines and catalogues sent by RED are still sitting in his old quarters, along with some leisure books and even some pieces of his old uniform. The suit has always been a part of his look, so he keeps some of it; they make for some decent padding for the wine stored in the trunk of his car.

With his tie slung around his neck and his jacket over his arm, Spy makes a mental checklist of all he needs. His life is pretty much stowed away in his wallet: bank cards, multiple IDs, cash, miniature cloaking device, plane tickets... He pats his pants pocket for the only thing that doesn't fit in his wallet: his passport. Not that he'll need it for the flight, but it's good to have these things just in case.

A tiny part of his brain nags at him, urging him to feel sentimental about leaving his workplace of over four years. But to hell with that - god knows this won't be the last he's seen of them.

When Scout hobbles up to his car, a mess of stupidity and arm casts, Spy is tempted to slam the door in his face and make him eat his dust trail. But, of course, the little mongrel has to pull the mother card and all of a sudden Spy feels responsible.]

I have a jet leaving in fifty minutes. You've got twenty. Get in the car.

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great now that song is stuck in my head lol

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[ This idiot was going to take a minute to get into the damn car. Of course Medic split before he could heal up Scout's arms, that was just his luck. Now he was feeling like one of those snowmen they made in his youth with stiff pipe arms, minus a lot of the dirt. He managed to flex his fingers around the door and pry it open, carefully weaving himself into the car. His right arm was going to be a permanent fixture in Spy's vision for the foreseeable ride.

The other one he rolls down the window for so it can stick out. Thankfully they're in the desert and he doesn't stand to get it clipped off by much. By the time he's got the door shut, he's panting a bit from the effort so he doesn't speak for a moment. ]

No severance pay, no worker's comp. Dis is bullshit.

[ What the hell is he gonna be able to do like this? Well, his mom would help him figure it out, once he got their savings out of the bank. Fortunately, despite what he told Spy, she had the sense not to let Scout handle all their money. ]

just as planned.gif

[un_beau_coquin]

[Spy is not helping, even if it would lessen the time it takes for his teammate to clamber into the car. He adjusts his aviators with one hand and pulls out his cigarette case with the other.]

It was not exactly a planned event, Scout. Be content zhat we 'ad an opportunity to clear out like zhis.

[Popping a cig into his mouth, he pulls out of the base and hits the road. He lights it one handed, checking his mirrors for any surprises.]

What zhe 'ell 'appened to your arms, anyway?

[bonking]

Broke 'em. Fractured 'em. Whuteva.

[ No shit, Scout. ]

Robots.

[ He groans, flopping his head over onto the stiff arm jutting out the window. ]

Frickin' robots takin' our frickin' jobs. This was the best job I ever had!

[ He eyes Spy. ]

You must be happy, though.

[un_beau_coquin]

Fought zhem 'til zhe last moment, hmm?

[It would almost be amusing if not for the fact that Spy had been expecting to ditch Scout, not take him along for some joyride. But, somehow, it's not much of a surprise at this point.

Throwing his teammate a glance, Spy quirks a brow.]

And what makes you zhink zhat?

updating his accent after spending more time around francophones

[un_beau_coquin]

[It's been a long time since Spy's been in jail. Considering his choices, his career, and his general attitude towards authority, it's almost surprising that he hasn't spent more of his time here. Then he remembers that he's good at his job now and dismisses the thought.

Besides, it's not his fault that he's here. His current situation is a direct result of stupidity clashing head on with stupidity. That is to say, the idiotic people of Teufort and his useless teammate.

At least he has cigarettes. They never let him down. Well, not directly. His lungs could protest in that regard, but. The sweet nicotine.

Spy leans his weight onto one arm braced against a cell wall, half turned away from his teammate.]

Why. Why are you continuously a t'orn in my side t'at I cannot remove?

the accent struggle is real

[bonking]

You sayin' somethin'?

[ Scout wasn't listening. He was laying on his back in his bunk, staring at the latticework of metal that held up the mattress above. Of course, he wasn't thinking of the frame, or even about being in jail so much. He'd been there before, before he was employed by RED, but the last time he had was when he'd been considered a juvenile delinquent. ]

They gonna feed us any time soon? You see anyone out there?

[ He was still suffering from those days they were locked in the vault to make Spy less harmful to remove. ]

[un_beau_coquin]

[Sucking sullenly on a cigarette, huddling up on himself in the corner.]

You're being conditioned. Don't let t'em control you wit' food.

[Never mind the fact that Spy's been relying on his cigarettes to kill his appetite. He looks out into the corridor anyway, nothing better to do.]

I was just lamenting my fate wit' you. If you even care.

[Dramatic sniffle.]

[bonking]

[ A few nights after Scout gets his casts off and the fight to the agreement he never thought he'd need to make, Scout wakes up in the middle of the night, hours after lights out, with a realization. Naturally, he wants to share it immediately. ]

Spy! Yo Spy, you awake?

[ A stage whisper. Granted no immediate response, Scout stretches his legs above his head and nudges the bunk above, bouncing Spy on his mattress. ]

Spyyy...

[un_beau_coquin]

[Spy is a light sleeper. It comes with the territory of his line of work, and the first whisper snaps him out of whatever dreamland he had previously been occupying. The nudge to his back is almost enough to get him to bolt upright; it's a sensitive spot for obvious reasons.]

What is it.

[bonking]

Now my arms are ok, when're we gonna try to bust out again?

[ Their first attempt had made him quite unwilling to attempt any others while he was still in those damn casts, and the guards had since told them that they were not coming in ever again unless it was to collect a body. It was probably a wonder to all parties involved that hadn't happened yet. ]

[un_beau_coquin]

[The one thing Spy never lets the guards touch is his mask. No matter what, he will fight tooth and nail to keep that thing on. Naturally, that's where he hides his cloaking device as he and other prisoners are led to the showers by a small pack of guards.

He nudges Scout lightly in the ribs.]

So, I am trusting you wit' t'e distraction, you are aware of t'is, yes?

[bonking]

[ Scout jumps a little as he's nudged, side-eying his teammate hard. ]

What? No! I ain't droppin' no soap, Spy.

[un_beau_coquin]

Pour l'amour-- You're taking t'at a little too seriously.

[They round a corner. Spy really does not have time for this.]

Distract t'e guards, make sure I'm clear for a moment of absence. I don't care 'ow you do it. Actually-- please, exercise some caution. Our escape depends on it.

[bonking]

[ Apparently Scout's diversion technique the last time didn't go unnoticed, so this time when they go to the showers, he's surrounded by three guys before he can even implement what he'd planned. Getting jumped is never fun, and while Scout gets away before it gets really bad, he still has to go to the infirmary to get treated for how much a shiv did get him, and for how much blood he lost bounding around on the top of the lockers.

He gets two days in the infirmary, but then he's being led back into his cell. ]

Hey pal, you fuckin' miss me?!

[ Scout spreads his arms open a little as he tries to swagger in, but winces when it pulls on his stitches. ]

[un_beau_coquin]

[The wince doesn't go past Spy's radar. He gets to his feet swiftly, having been sitting at the table before Scout walked in. His legs bend slightly, as if he means to walk forward, but he stops himself. Instead, he tries to assess the damage from a distance, his gaze sweeping over Scout's body.]

My nights were so lonely wit'out your feet to make my back ache. What exactly 'appened out t'ere? I'm not sure 'ow much I trust cell block gossip.

[bonking]

[ Scout walks right over, claps the older man on the shoulders amiably, and beams; the drugs they've got him on are good. ]

Got stabbed! Where was-- oh yeah.

[ He glances over his shoulder, but the guard is gone. ]

Tell me you got somethin' outta it.

[un_beau_coquin]

[Their latest plan is supposed to be put into action today, but as they're strolling into the shower room, the guard closest to the door grabs Spy's arm. He's noticed Spy's mask, apparently, says it's real strange to shower with it on. Even stranger still that Spy has done it for the entirety of his imprisonment. Spy is about to walk away from him and flip him off until the guard begins plucking at the mask, tugging it out of place. Spy has just enough time to retrieve his cloaking device from the base of his skull before he's knocked out of the guard's grip by a fist to the face.

His mask is a sensitive spot, but it hadn't been much of an issue with RED. In fact, it had been pushed by the company, and the idea of keeping his identity a secret with such a blatant disguise has been ingrained in him due to the years spent working with RED. Right now, however, it provides him zero assistance as it stretches over his eyes, thanks to that guard's earlier manhandling. He doesn't see another punch to the face coming and when it does, it lands right on his big nose.

There are hands around his throat by the time security pulls his assailant away. Spy has just enough time to identify his attacker as their new cellmate before he's getting pulled to his feet by other guards.]

[bonking]

[ Scout originally proceeds as usual, figuring he and Spy would split off and he'd give the man a moment to take out the guard while stalling at his own locker. That isn't the case, as he notices Spy being pulled aside by said guard. Ok, no big deal, even amusing because Spy's just going to stab the guy to death, right? It's part of the plan...?

Wrong.

It goes real wrong when he sees their up till now cell-mate beeline for Spy while he's distracted. Scout's pretending like he's disrobing and obviously so the whole time, tugging at his shirt here and there. The guy knocks Spy full on the face, away from the guard who was pawing him, giving him a one-two. It's the moment that Spy seems stunned and the guard seems to do nothing that this becomes an issue in Scout's mind.

Once it is, well, fortunately he's both quick and ignorant about any of his own ailments or short-comings. He runs a five meter in three seconds, bounding over a bench and leaping right onto their cellmate despite security, taking no time in latching on with his knees and just going balls to the wall on the guy's head with his fists. Of course he's yelling murder the whole damn time. He doesn't get too many blows in before security has swarmed enough to pull him off; the guy just may live. Scout doesn't get to have a shower, but gets thrown right back into his cell. No Spy, though. Shit.

As he usually does whenever he's amped up good, Scout's circling the cell for a while. ]

[un_beau_coquin]

[Spy would have run right out of the infirmary if not for the barricade of guards blocking the exit. This isn't the first time his nose has been broken before, and it healed fine without a splint, but the doctor insists that the crookedness is a result of the blow he'd been dealt today, not the last time, and so Spy definitely needs a splint now. It's bulky, it's restrictive, and it's plain ugly.

When Spy is sent on his merry way, calmed down with some light pain killers, he is downright gloomy. A storm cloud floats above his head, but unfortunately, it's not enough to cover the fact that his face is revealed, minus the part hidden by the splint, due to the fact that his mask doesn't fit over the splint and that any attempts to put it on aggravates it too much. It doesn't require much imagination to fill in the blanks, however, and he's much too aware of this.

His dark brown hair has gotten longer during their stay here Teufort, though Spy has tried his hardest to sweep it up and away from his face. At least this morning he had tended to his facial hair. A shadow is creeping back to the surface, though, broken by the lines in his face produced by his scowl.

There's not much fight to his step as he's pushed back into the cell. Yeah, he's going to be looking at the ground to avoid bringing attention to his face.]

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[ A few days pass with little to no incident - it's as if it hadn't happened. But Scout, while being just as incorrigible as whatever mood hits him, doesn't mention Spy's failure in the showers. Soon enough, it's time to go for another one, but apparently they're not allowed to make a move while Spy can't wear his mask.

Because it's totally fair that Spy tried to make him bust out while he was in casts and a brace, but a little broken nose and extra skin makes it impossible. What a diva. Whatever. They've been in here for months now, another week or so can't hurt.

Fortunately, the shower went off without a hitch, though Scout tried to keep a surreptitious eye out to make sure just the same. Apparently he'd killed WGAF after all, or may as well have - the damage had pretty much turned the man into a damn vegetable, which he learned from one of the model inmates that got to work in the infirmary. Also luckily, he hadn't been around long enough to make friends, so Scout only has to worry about one little group possibly stabbing him. The inmate didn't know when Brick was going to get out, but Scout knew they had to be gone by then or things were going to get real messy.

No, the problem comes when they return to their cell and find.... there's only one bed. ]

What da hell??! Yo Spinelli! SPINELLI!

[ But the guard is pulling his baton warningly. "In the cell, inmates." ]

[un_beau_coquin]

[The deal is that Spy keeps his cloaking device in his balaclava. It's the most logical place for him to put it, just in case he actually has to go into the showers. Not that Spy isn't a diva, but.

It takes Spy a moment to take in the missing bunk. Damn, of course he had to go with the top bunk, Scout with his stupid broken arms and his terrible card playing skills. With a resigned sigh, he dips a hand into his jumpsuit to pull out a box of cigarettes. There are only three left, which means they really need to escape soon.

He puts his back against the wall by the glass doors and shoots his teammate a look.]

Will t'is pose a problem?

[bonking]

[ Spy will have to wait a moment while Scout hollers through the glass at the guard, but not for long, because Spinelli walks away, shrugging. ]

What da hell, I thought they were gonna put in a bed before Who Gives a Fuck decided he wanted to be Dead Fuck! Now there's just one?

[ He hadn't seen them bring in any new inmates, but they might have happened while the shower was going on, too.

Scout eyes Spy. ]

Well, I guess it ain't a problem, so long as we're clear it's mine.

[un_beau_coquin]

[This is it. This is The Big Day where they escape and Spy can (try to, at least) bury the incident that not only delayed this moment, but revealed much more of his identity than he would have liked.

The night before, he'd gone over the plan with Scout to make sure no one would fuck up (but if anyone does, it won't be Spy, not this time). It should be straightforward - distract the guard, guide Scout downstairs, retrieve the toys, press the button, then make their merry way out the door. Their biggest problem will probably be opening the door to the storage room, but between the two of them, they shouldn't have trouble breaking it down.

Having slept off what he hopes are the remnants of their latest drugging, Spy glances over to his teammate as they approach the showers, lagging near the back of the crowd. His confidence has been restored along with his balaclava. Tipping his head in a shallow nod, he cloaks, taps Scout on the shoulder, and heads off to take care of the guard. It shouldn't be long before the man is incapacitated.]

[bonking]

[ It's the Big Day. Scout's only a little bothered it's out on an empty stomach, but he gets the necessity of not having drugs in his system before they move. When he gets the tap on his shoulder by some invisible force, he knows well enough to hang back enough.

By the time he gets to the door, the guard should be dispatched and leaning up against his post, albeit dead. Scout gives him a swift salute before heading through the door which leads down the line of cells, trusting that Spy has the key. At the end of the hall, there will be another security door to be unlocked, this one leading to the monitoring station that they had tried to penetrate before. This time, Scout's ready and armed ( literally ).

He's the bait, he knows that. If he can't take out the guard in here quick enough, he should be a distraction long enough for Spy to take care of him. He waits for Spy to unlock the door, nodding silently to signal his readiness. When it opens, he rushes in, jumping on the man before he's got time to do more than shout. Scout takes him out with a hard jab to the frontal lobe. ]

That was easy.

[ Getting up, shaking out the ache in his hand. ]

What's next?

[un_beau_coquin]

[Spy uncloaks to save his battery. While he's at it, he swoops down to see if the guard Scout just knocked out has a watch with batteries to spare. Must be his lucky day.

Another tap to Scout's shoulder before they move out of the room, in the opposite direction they went the first time around. At the end of this hallway should be a staircase rather than a supply closet.]

Follow me. And don't get cocky.

[Not that Spy is one to talk, but that's beside the point.

The end of the staircase leads them to a corridor that is exactly the same as the one upstairs. Cells lined side by side along the length of the hallway with paths that branch out to cells further into the prison. Irrelevant details, however; what they want is the security room down the hall and the storage closet next to it.

Before he cloaks again, Spy glances at his teammate.]

I predict you will arrive at our destination before I do, so again, you will need to provide a distraction if necessary. While I 'ave a key, it may not work on t'ese doors, so be prepared for t'at.

[One last tap, this time on Spy's favorite backstabbing point, then he's cloaking and moving down the hall.]