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]

Do not underestimate me. We may 'ave been 'ere for a few mont's, but I 'ave been in t'e business for years.

Are you going to get back to sleep or what? I don't understand why t'is could not wait for t'e morning.

[bonking]

The guards watch us when we're awake, or they think we are. If you've been in this business as long as you say you have, shouldn't you-a figured that out?

[ Go to bed, Scout. ]

[un_beau_coquin]

If you're so worried about being caught, we could always write down our t'oughts. Or per'aps use code.

[bonking]

Ugh.

[ 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. ]

[un_beau_coquin]

Fine, t'is can pass for now. As long as I can catch up on sleep at some point.

[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.

[bonking]

N-nah, it was dumb. Catch some sleep.

[ Pointedly rolling over as if he is going to do just that. ]

[un_beau_coquin]

Finally admitting to your true level of intelligence? What a good night indeed.

[Forever fighting for the last word.]

[bonking]

Go fuck yaself.

[ Oh, he's sulking now. ]

[un_beau_coquin]

I could, since you've so graciously woken me up, but I don't t'ink we've reached quite t'at level in our relationship yet.

[bonking]

[ Scout groans obnoxiously, kicking the bed above once more. Times like these, he's happy he lost that poker game to swap. ]

[un_beau_coquin]

One of t'ese days, I'm going to cut off your feet.

Goodnight, Scout.

[bonking]

You'll get your chance when I put one of 'em up yer ass fer bein' such a creep.

Night, Spy.

[un_beau_coquin]

ooc: ey