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

[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.

[bonking]

Okay, I am detectin' a distinct lack-a team spirit here.

[ Complains Scout, full Little Shit Mode activated. ]

[un_beau_coquin]

[Spy bristles, high-strung and unfamiliar with being on the butt-end of a joke.]

"Team spirit"? You want me to show you "team spirit"? I can show you team spirit, alright.

[He takes one last deep, quick inhale of his cigarette, then stubs it in the table, right next to his last smoke. Then he plasters on a smile, taking on a hooded stare. Leaning forward on his elbows, he picks up the spoon and shovels some food onto it.]

Are you ready to take my 'ot load into your mout'?

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Yeah c'mon.

[ Scout only recognized food getting ready to come to his mouth and 'ready' and dropped his jaw open to accept it. Sometimes it took him a moment to understand Spy's accent or care about what he was saying. But the other shoe fell soon enough, shifting his look of smug anticipation into one of bewilderment and horror. ]

Wait what--?

[un_beau_coquin]

[Grinning, Spy leans his chin into his free hand, the beginning of a purr building in his chest.]

You 'eard me. If you're such a hot stud, you can take it hard and fast, right?

[And here he is, enunciating so Scout can understand each and every word that comes out of his mouth. Now the spoon hovers in front of Scout's face, close enough his teammate should be able to simply open his mouth and take it.]

[bonking]

[ Scout's expression passes more into the realm of horror, and then peels his lips back with disgust. ]

You're a sick, sick man, Spy.

[ But ultimately he figured Spy's goal was to make him give in and not eat. So he craned his head forward and defiantly swallowed the morsel. ]

[un_beau_coquin]

[Spy gives an appreciative hum, that purr still resonating in his throat.]

Oh, but you asked for it. I love it when my partner can take whatever it is I dish out.

[Playing on the whole food deal here. Spy started this game, and he'll damn well finish it a winner. He picks up another portion of food and brings it up to Scout's lips.]

Put t'at mout' of yours to good use. Come on, make us bot' 'appy.

tears in my eyes

[bonking]

[ Scout's eyes burn with hatred, but he takes the second spoonful, chewing and swallowing once more. ]

Aw ye, Spy, gimme more. I am so hungry.

[ As mechanically and flat as he can, as if he were reading from a script. ]

i'm dying here too these stupid boys

[un_beau_coquin]

[Clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth, Spy digs up another portion, but holds it farther away from Scout's mouth this time.]

Oh, come now, you can do better t'an t'at. Where is t'e desire? Where is t'e ent'usiasm? You must say it like you mean it.

[bonking]

[ Still as if he's reading from a script. ]

But I do mean it. Spy. I do. It would please me if you put it in mouth hole.

[ He cranes his head forward, opening his mouth a bit and baring his teeth. ]

[un_beau_coquin]

Of course, Scout, I'll put it right where you want it.

[Once he delivers that bite, his shit-eating grin dies down a bit. There's still some left, and Spy manages to scoop up some of that mysterious gravy. He holds up the spoon backwards, his free hand holding down the curved part of the spoon, ready to let fly.]

I could finish all over your face or in your mout'. Which would you prefer?

[bonking]

[ Scout half-grins, half snarls, and stands up abruptly. ]

Neitha. I don't let you finish. Dick.

[ And he makes to stomp over to the glass. ]

GUARDS! GUARDS COME QUICK! SPY JUST SHIT A HUGE FUCKIN DIAMOND OUT OF HIS ASS! I THINK HE STASHED SOME COAL UP THERE JUST IN CASE HE NEEDED TO CUT HIS WAY OUTTA SOMEWHERE LATER, BUT IT CUT HIM UP COMIN OUT! I THINK HE'S DYIN!!!! GUARDS!!!

[un_beau_coquin]

[Ah, it was a good run while it lasted. Scout's already moving before Spy can slide in one last joke, so he flings the food at his teammate's retreating back before standing. Actually, the spoon should help. As he listens and rolls his eyes at Scout's story, Spy tucks the spoon under one arm, then takes the tray the food had been served on and bends it into a tool he can use for either stabbing or bludgeoning.

With the spoon in one hand and the tray in the other, Spy sets his back against the wall by the door.]

Blue balls is such an ungentlemanly response. You don't seem like much of t'e type to be forceful in such a way, but I suppose I may be mistaken.

[bonking]

Well there's your problem right there - I ain't no gentleman.

[ The door down the hall swung open, allowing two guards to come through and walk brusquely down the hall. It was unknown whether they were responding to Scout's distress or really did believe the Spy had smuggled in a diamond to cut the cage open. ]

COME QUICK! HE'S DYIN'!

[ "Where is he?" ]

Back there, on the shitter! Please, dere's blood everywhere! And SMELL! AHW GOD THE SMELL!

[ "Get back!"

The door swung open and Scout stepped aside, making room for the first guard, who carried a baton at the ready, to walk through and leaving the other guard in the door with mace. As soon as the first guard was past him, Scout spun around and charged the cop standing in the door, ramming him with his head down like you might expect a ram to. Unlike a ram, however, Scout also kneed him in the balls, which was both cruel and unsportsmanlike. Good thing Scout was not a gentleman. ]

[un_beau_coquin]

[Unlike Scout, someone loud and largely conspicuous, Spy keeps to the shadows well, waiting for the ideal opportunity to strike. Once the guard in the doorway is down, Spy bashes his head in with the tray. When Spy is certain the guard won't get up, he shoves the body into the doorway to keep it from closing.]

If any ot'er guards come our way, alert me immediately.

[With one last look at his teammate, Spy slinks off to follow the other guard's trail, blood dripping behind him. Since the washroom is unoccupied, the guard looks confused, swinging his head this way and that. It makes a good target for Spy's quick hands and he snaps the guard's neck in a fashion that would make Soldier proud. Spy abandons his crude weapon in favor of the guard's baton.

When he returns to the other room, Spy is wiping some stray blood off his hands.]

Are we clear?

[bonking]

Clear, let's go.

[ Scout has already begun to trot down the hall back to the exit, trusting that Spy must have gotten the key to open the door. However, he doesn't realize he's not going very fast at all, he only knows the end of hall isn't coming as quick as he'd think. Scout was a smaller man compared to Spy, and he had eaten his meal gradually rather than letting it drop in one big bomb for his stomach. The drugs were setting in on him a little quicker. ]

[un_beau_coquin]

[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.]

[bonking]

[ Scout's feet automatically begin pedaling quicker to keep up with the tugging. How and when did Spy get ahead of him? Why did he look so distressed? ]

It's gonna be ok, Spy.

[ He tries to assure the other, a little quizzically. ]

Man, I'm tired alla sudden, I-- oh shit.

[un_beau_coquin]

I know you like to run your mout', but-- oui. Just stay wit' me.

[If they're lucky, when they do hit the floor, Scout won't land on top of his arms. Spy would never hear the end of that one. He moves his hand from the front of Scout's shirt to the small of his back, fingers firm on his brace, just to help maintain his balance.

The edges of his vision are going fuzzy, but Spy has fought drugs before. Sure, he hasn't had to do it much with RED, but at least he's done it. Spy is banking on that experience to get him to the door. It's when he has to stick in the key that he begins to have trouble.]

Pour l'amour de dieu... T'is is not complicated...

[bonking]

[ Now aware he's being affected by the drugs, Scout fights against them and to keep himself focused while they go towards the door. He realizes it's Spy's hand against his back driving him forward, and he's flooded with an uncharacteristic gratitude. No really, he's even beginning to tear up a little. What. The. Fuck. Clearly they had delivered them some fucking estrogen to try and get them to calm down.

They go through the door and... into a small security area, where two men, one an officer and one which appeared to be a clerk, had been playing cards. Scout gaped at them, then snapped out of it as the men jumped up. The clerk went screeching out of the room, the officer drawing his mace and raising it to blast a cloud towards the door. ]