[Of course Spy has the key, it would have been uncharacteristic of him not to quickly pat down the bodies after killing them. Of course.
He walks straight past his teammate, expecting him to keep up. It's his arms that are broken, not his legs, and Scout is renowned for his speed, after all.
When Spy hears faltering footsteps behind him rather than a steady trot beside him, he spins on his heel to look for his teammate. It's a mistake; the sharp movement sets his head spinning.
Shit. Of course they drugged them. To think they were competent enough to... To hell with it. They were escaping that night or they'd die trying. Mouth set in a grim line, Spy reaches forward to grab Scout by the front of his shirt with the intent to drag him down the hall.]
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He walks straight past his teammate, expecting him to keep up. It's his arms that are broken, not his legs, and Scout is renowned for his speed, after all.
When Spy hears faltering footsteps behind him rather than a steady trot beside him, he spins on his heel to look for his teammate. It's a mistake; the sharp movement sets his head spinning.
Shit. Of course they drugged them. To think they were competent enough to... To hell with it. They were escaping that night or they'd die trying. Mouth set in a grim line, Spy reaches forward to grab Scout by the front of his shirt with the intent to drag him down the hall.]