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.

Comments

[un_beau_coquin]

[Spy is made of cigarettes, Scout. How do you think he manages to look so young and beautiful all the time?

His teammate makes a good point, as much as he hates to admit it. It shouldn't be too long before he makes a deal with someone with access to cigarettes... Hopefully...]

Sometimes, a man must cling to 'is last comforts before 'is sanity leaves 'im. God knows your presence will speed up t'at process.

[bonking]

[ Psh. Say that to Scout and he'll say Spy sounds like a fifty year old man. ]

Yeah, well, what's it say about your sanity when it smells like the ass-end of car backfirin', anyway? You ain't no fuckin' Prince Charmin', froglegs.

[ He rolls over onto his feet, going to check the glass himself to see if anyone's there. He gets real close to the air holes. ]

YO! I'M STARVIN OVER HERE!

[un_beau_coquin]

Oh, t'e acidity of t'ese insults. T'ey burn right t'rough my chest.

[Rolling his eyes now. He leans back in his chair, propping his feet up against the table.

Dealing with Scout, he can do. He's done it for four years. Dealing with Scout alone? That's where it gets tricky. Spy only has so much patience, and for all he knows, Scout has the endurance to talk for miles. God knows the casts will only get him to exercise those mouth muscles even more.]

Ugh. Feeding is a scheduled event; your voice grating at t'eir ears won't 'elp your cause.

[bonking]

I dunno, Spy, I don't think I'd trust these bozos with a goldfish, much less human bein's.

[ Unlike a goldfish, however, Scout knew English and had one hell of a vocal set-up to use it. He would not be forgotten about any time soon. ]

Welp, I'm bored. What d'ya think everybody else is doin' right now?

[ Of course, when he says 'everybody', he really means one person in particular. ]

[un_beau_coquin]

I would like to say somet'ing along t'e lines of "getting t'e 'ell out of town"-- unlike us. But knowing t'em? Who t'e 'ell knows.

[Since Spy is bored too, he'll answer this question somewhat seriously.]

Sniper and Demo 'ave probably returned to t'eir families. Medic will probably go wherever sciences takes 'im. Soldier is someone I'd rat'er not consider. 'Eavy probably returned to Russia. And Pyro... Ugh. Good riddance to t'at freak.

[bonking]

Soldier's probably feedin' raccoons and puttin' together an army of 'em so he has someone to boss around and talk to outside them heads. Engie, I'm guessin' he probably went to get another job. If Pyro ain't in prison yet, it's gonna be soon, if they don't straight up gun 'em down.

Miss Pauling...

[ His eyes go far away. ]

I dunno. Enjoyin' her time off. You never found out anything about her? Family or nuthin'?

i knew i was missing someone....

[un_beau_coquin]

No.

[Spy heaves a heavy sigh.]

What good would it do you if you knew, anyway? To furt'er fuel your futile fantasies? Going to prepare yourself to meet 'er family? Dress nice, get your act toget'er, maybe brush your teet' and fix your posture? Ugh.

it's ok engie is for players that don't like to play

[bonking]

Are you upset? You sound upset.

[ Waddling over to look quizzically down at the other. ]

ruuude he's excellent spy fodder!! not that i actually play spy lmao

[un_beau_coquin]

What do you t'ink? I'm stuck in jail wit' you of all people, an idiot who can't even swing t'e bat 'e loves to tote around as compensation for somet'ing smaller, as a direct result of opting to 'elp you for no good reason.

[He flicks at one of Scout's casts just because he can.]

everybody hates spy

[bonking]

[ Scout feints forward with the cast that's been flicked, as if he's going to elbow Spy right in the face but pulls back at the last second. ]

Psh! You wanna talk about compensation, let's talk about dat car-a yours!

too nerve-wracking to play imo

[un_beau_coquin]

[Spy isn't exactly in the mood to play or joke around, but if he's going to settle in for the long haul, maybe he should calm down a bit more.

Not that settling in is the plan, not by a long shot.

Spy splays his fingers over his mouth, his cheek, body already aching for another cigarette.]

If you want to imply t'at my charm is anyt'ing less t'an dazzling, I can t'ink of a certain someone who would disagree.

pick pyro and never have to aim again yes good

[bonking]

[ Scout just figures if he went ahead and broke Spy's nose with his cast now, he wouldn't get to do it later, and they had who knows how long to sit in this place. It had been tempting, though. With the next comment, he's reconsidering it. ]

I'm sure you can think up all sortsa lies, ya dirty rat.

[ The snarl of his lips betrays that he knows what Spy's getting at, however. Scout's only distracted by a sound down the hall, which he goes to investigate. It appears the food has arrived with two guards. ]

Friggin' took ya long enough, fellas! What's for chow? ...Eugh.

play scout and die withing thirty seconds of respawning (y)

[un_beau_coquin]

If you want an experiment wit' lies, I could pretend to be someone you could actually stand and maybe even befriend for t'e duration of our stay. Quite a lot of effort for little payoff, 'owever.

[In other words: it's a lot of fun to fuck with you, Scout.

Spy gets up with the intent of receiving what gift they've been brought by the guards.]

Don't t'row up if you know you can't clean it yourself.

u kno it. gotta go fast!!!

[bonking]

Issat gravy or what? What's it tryinta hide?

[ He's concerned, Spy, jeez. Still, Scout takes his tray with the fingertips of one hand and shuffles aside to go set it on the table ( naturally spilling some of it all over ). When he sees Spy collecting his tray: ]

GET 'EM, SPY!

[ The guard handing the the tray over through the slot in the glass seizes and jerks back into the other guard, in the process of drawing mace while the one behind him goes for his baton. Scout roars with laughter. ]

i am also now the ruler of typos

[un_beau_coquin]

[Spy, with the reflexes of someone who fights for his life daily, immediately jumps back a few feet when Scout yells. Naturally, he drops whatever was being transferred in favor of watching the sudden commotion.]

What t'e 'ell was t'at?!

I'm the queen of edits, it's ok

[bonking]

[ Scout hadn't intended for Spy to drop his tray, but he considers it a bonus, and now he's having to choke on tears of laughter. ]

Oh man, classic Scout!

[ He tries to wipe his eyes on his sleeve, casting a glance at the red-faced guards. ]

Come on, fellas, just checkin' your reflexes! Tell 'em they did good, Spy. Hey, can we get some magazines or a radio or somethin' in here? I need ta know how the Sox are doin'!

[un_beau_coquin]

[Wow, Scout, are you asking to get beat up? Spy flashes a scowl at the guards, and it's the final straw they need before fleeing. With a loud sigh, he picks up his tray, righting its contents before setting it on the table.]

Scout, I swear to you, I am going to tie you to a chair and 'ang it from t'e ceiling. T'en, I am going to beat you until each and every one of your teeth 'ave fallen out.

[bonking]

[ He frequently is, yes, that tends to be in his nature as an annoying little bastard.

He gives the other man and his threat an unimpressed look. ]

Whuteva. You didn't even want it before.

[ Maneuvering his spoon into his hand, he mushed and chopped up whatever suspicious meat was on his tray. ]

[un_beau_coquin]

T'at is not t'e point.

[Spy is mildly tempted to knock the food out of Scout's reach, but he's also pretty sure that would do the opposite of getting him to shut up. At least Scout's mouth will be occupied by food rather than talking.

Closing his eyes, Spy focuses on downing his food rather than tasting it.

When his plate is clear, he folds his hands together in front of his mouth, still fighting the urge to smoke.]

So. I 'ope you realize I 'ave no intentions of staying 'ere, and I know you will be of no use to me when it comes to escaping.

[bonking]

[ It takes Scout considerably longer to get through his meal, having to crane his neck all the way down to the end of his arm. He's half-tempted to just put his face down and eat it like a dog, but he's not quite there yet.

He raises a brow at Spy. ]

So what're you gonna do?

[un_beau_coquin]

[Spy shifts his hands, folding them and unfolding them, as he thinks.]

On second t'ought... You may be useful after all.

[Right now, what Spy needs is a clear mind. And what will help provide that? A cigarette, of course. Besides, if they're getting out, then there's no reason not to indulge himself. He takes a long drag before leaning back in his chair.]

You will 'ave to pose as zhe distraction. Complain about your injuries, per'aps, anyt'ing t'at will get t'em to open t'e door for you. During t'is time, I will slip out and kill whoever 'as come to get you. T'en I will grab you and run. [He pauses to take another drag.] It would be an attempt better made if I knew t'e layout of t'is building, but I doubt t'e guards will be smart enough to track us down a dark corner.

[bonking]

[ Scout listens to the plan, his eyes narrowing a bit. It makes sense. Does he trust Spy not to leave him behind? Not a damn bit.

His options are to agree, or to disagree. If he doesn't agree to howl about his injuries, however, he rather suspects Spy will try to make him do so by creating new ones. ]

Ok. Lemme finish so I got some energy fer my noisemaker.

[ He moves to scrape up another bite, then stops, eyes shining. ]

Or you can help.

[un_beau_coquin]

'Elp? What do you-- Oh no. You're not saying you want me to--?

[He gestures to Scout's plate and his restricted arms.]

I am reading too much into t'is, oui?

[bonking]

[ Scout places down his spoon, nudging it with a finger towards Spy. He was trying to fight back a grin, but it still made it out in the curl of his lips as he spoke. ]

No, I think you got it.

[un_beau_coquin]

I--

[Spy swallows his indignation as he takes a long drag of his cigarette. Scowling, he taps off ash just beside his teammate's spoon.]

T'ere is no way in 'ell.