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tosbox2014-11-20 01:17 pm
un_beau_coquin) wrote in tosbox2014-11-20 01:17 pm
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making my way downtown
[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.
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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[ Granted, that was probably when security was the tightest, not that Scout considered it very impressive to begin with. This was a small town; the last time he'd been in jail, it'd been in Boston. ]
But if we don't make it out, they're probably gonna take those away.
[ ooc; psh I'm down with shipping, it's all good. ]
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Hmm. [Spy taps his fingers against the wall.] If I use my cloaking device while we are out for showers, I may be able to slip out and find somet'ing of use. It's not a very long window of time, so I may need more t'an one attempt.
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[ It was easier said than done. ]
I'd rather not bust out with my bat out if I can help it, so somethin' in the beginnin'... Den again it'd be a clean getaway eheheh.
[ Someone drop-kick this idiot. ]
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[You think you're bad, Scout? Spy thinks the comment is totally worth getting the mattress kicked.]
I'm rat'er certain t'ere is a security room right by t'e showers so t'e guards can swap shifts easily, so t'at will be my first target.
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Just get it done before the steam really kicks up or we'll be able to see you, ya creep.
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Are you going to get back to sleep or what? I don't understand why t'is could not wait for t'e morning.
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[ Go to bed, Scout. ]
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[ Scout doesn't care to read or write more than he has to. ]
Do we gotta? Talkin' to you with the lights out seems a lot easier. Or -- never mind.
[ He was about to say in the crowded shower room, but he doesn't know how much he wants Spy coming to hang around him in there after that drop the soap comment. ]
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[Spy picks up on that halted train of thought. He taps the side of the bed frame, the one not against the wall, to catch Scout's attention.]
Or what? Since you're full of good ideas lately.
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[ Pointedly rolling over as if he is going to do just that. ]
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[Forever fighting for the last word.]
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[ Oh, he's sulking now. ]
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Goodnight, Scout.
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Night, Spy.
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