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

[bonking]

[ 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. ]

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?

[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]

[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]

[ 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]

[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]

[ 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]

[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.]