tosbox | making my way downtown

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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.

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[If Scout is looking at the right time, he'll notice the door move ever so slightly as Spy's cloaked figure walks in.

The room is empty, though there's another door leading into the room. That door is slightly ajar, but Spy only has so much juice on his cloaking device, so he lets it down. His image shimmers to life with a quiet whir.

It's a branch of the main security station in the jail, from what Spy can tell. There's a huge computer sitting in the corner of the room getting an information feed from the main room. There's a report slowly coming out of a slot in the side of the machine and he grabs that.

He slinks around the room, picking up notes here and there, before coming across a pile of grainy, black and white photos. They're on normal paper, and show a few shots of camera feeds throughout the prison. Now that will be useful.

The doorknob to the other room wiggles just as voices come down the hall. Spy cloaks and slides out of the room, only to narrowly dodge a body being thrown down the corridor. That inmate Scout tattled on? He is not happy. Spy takes the long way around to get back to the lockers, quickly shuffling his papers into a stack to be folded into his pocket.

With guards being thrown this way and that, Spy can only hope he has enough time to actually shower. There are only so many luxuries in this place, after all...]

[ Meanwhile, Scout enjoys his shower and a show from over the top of the partition that affords inmates some limited privacy, on the balls of his feet as his patsy flings one of the guards off down the hall. Oh man! This was even better than he thought. He's not concerned in the least about Spy at the moment - he thinks even Heavy could manage to sneak past this commotion if he stuck to the walls and kept quiet.

That changes a little when a guard comes busting out of the security room, wasting little time in firing off a warning shot from his gun - right into the big inmate's knee. Shit. The guy falls down, howling. Scout hadn't meant to get him in that much trouble... Whoops.

Like the other inmates after the gunshot, he was ducking behind his barrier in the corner, naked and a little afraid. He doesn't see Spy anywhere. Is he out yet...? ]

[Something Spy has learned while on the run is to get dressed quickly. While he does go under the spray for what he considers to be a sufficient amount of time, he doesn't feel comfortable leaving his jumpsuit alone when there are incriminating items in it.

As he passes Scout on the way out of the showers, he's in the middle of throwing a wave in his teammate's direction when the gunshot goes off. He slips into his shower stall, putting as much distance between himself, Scout, and the source of the noise as possible.]

What t'e 'ell did you do?

[ Scout doesn't really notice until Spy's popped up behind him in his stall, which causes him to jump and squash up against the wall, less out of modesty and more out of being startled. That much seems to be clear as he turns his back on Spy and cranes up on his toes to peer over the barrier, every muscle along his back stretching taut to keep him aloft. ]

I uh... I guess I just got myself a new showa stall. Man, that looks bad. He sounds like a smoke detector dyin'! Guess ol' Brick's gonna have to get pressure-washed for a while after dis.

[ Two of the guards dragged the great behemoth of a man away, leaving the one with the gun ( and fogged aviators - wow those might look familiar ) behind. He commands the 'ladies' to stay where they are, telling them that they can come two by two ( "like Noah" ) to go to the lockers and change, which meant a wait while the guard with the gun monitored them from his position, until they went to join an escort guard down the hall.

Well, at least the water was still going. ]

[Spy doesn't care much about the state of the inmate, but if Scout will keep him updated, then he'll listen. It's pretty much ingrained in him by now to keep every word Scout says, no matter how stupid, just in case he'll need them later.

Out of habit, Spy goes for the inside of his jumpsuit to fish out a crumpled box of cigarettes, but he ends up patting down his chest instead. Right. Cursing, he looks out of the stall to inspect the line up.]

Pour l'amour de dieu... 'Ow long is t'e wait, Scout? Also, you did not answer my question: what did you do to land t'at man in t'at situation?

[Keeping his gaze off Scout is easy, and definitely more for his teammate's ease of mind than for politeness' sake. Not that he's not already familiar with that body; they just don't need to bring it up.]

Probably about five minutes or so; we're pretty close.

[ He rolls his eyes a little as the inmates try to bring humor back into the situation by whistling and murmuring trash after each pair steps out and walks down an invisible aisle out to the lockers. ]

Oh. I asked that bozo Luciano how much it cost to get pics-a his wife to jack it to cuz I seen Brick had one. Last week I saw Loco Pollo lift his wallet on the way in, but that dude wouldn't need no three guards to handle him. Not sure what Luciano told them other guards what it was... Guess Brick was still guilty-a somethin', though. Big surprise there.

[ The water cut off suddenly on all of them, signaling the end of their bathing rations for the next few days. In the desert, prisoners didn't get the privilege to wash every day, and it got even worse with a drought. The steam mostly keeps Scout warm, but he begins to shiver a little after a moment. ]

C'mon c'mon... [ Burning holes into the guard with his eyes - he's going to bolt out of the stall like a greyhound out of the gate as soon as they get signaled with the barrel of the gun. Then to Spy: ] You got anything good?

Petty t'ings, t'en. Of course.

[He could care less about gossip and incriminating photos of nobodies. Oh well, whatever works, works. At least Scout's good for something.

Tapping his cheek with his smoking hand, Spy glances at Scout's face.]

I'd say so. I would rat'er not discuss it 'ere if I can 'elp it. 'Ave patience.

[Watching the guard now, trying to fight off his own chills. They should be next... Then he can secure his things and breathe a little easier.]

So how would you-a done it, if it was you?

[ He side-eyes Spy, tamping down on the urge to comment on how dumb the older man looks in nothing but that mask right now. With way too much energy and not a lot of places to go or be entertained, Scout spends most of his days window-watching and yammering out of his cell to the other prisoners when he can't be content to exercise or read a magazine. God knows he can only take so much of Spy's haughtiness bashing up against his own ego. ]

[Spy takes a moment to consider it.]

Could 'ave started a fight and walked away invisible, leaving t'em to t'eir own idiotic devices to blame everyone but t'emselves. On t'e extreme side, I could 'ave always just killed someone.

[He shrugs. Looking up, he sees that it's their turn to move, so he nudges Scout on the arm before slinking out of the room with as much speed as someone traveling barefoot over wet ground can.

I don't see how dats any better than what I did.

[ Scout scoffs, but the nudge gets him dashing out, streaking over to his locker amid the catcalls as quick as possible without hurting himself. Later, after they'd gotten back to their cell in front of their escort, Scout flops onto his bed and rolls over to look at Spy. ]

Ok, whatcha got?

[First things first, Scout. Spy lights a cigarette with one hand and pulls out his papers with the other, laying them out on their small table. This is his first time really inspecting them, considering he had a time limit while investigating the security room.

He addresses the photos first since he's fairly certain Scout will start to zone out after a while.]

T'e security room by t'e showers is a branch from t'e main room. It's probably t'ere for convenience, considering t'e nature of t'e showers. But t'ere is a feed from t'e main security room, and t'ey share video surveillance privileges if t'ese photos mean any'ting.

[There are five photos in total, labeled A to E in red marker. B, C, and D are hallways, unidentifiable out of context, but A is the main exit, and E is the hallway leading up to their cell.]

[ Scout perks up, rolling to the edge of his bed and leaning out to peer at the photos, then up at the other. ]

Spy, what're you doin'? Can't dey see you there?

[Quirking a brow, Spy glances back down at the photos, then to the entrance to their cell. While photo E demonstrates that there's an active camera feed keeping an eye on them, they can't actually look into the cell from a distance.]

No, t'e camera's view is limited. See?

[He gestures to the photo; the edge of the camera's lens stops about a foot into their room, not nearly far enough in to track their current actions.]

If you want to get cozy, I could show you under t'e cover of the beds, but I t'ought t'is was more ideal.

[ A snort of annoyance, then Scout's clambering out to come and examine the photos. ]

Man these guys are dumb.

[ The doesn't mean he immediately sees a way out. Like a child putting together a five-piece jigsaw, he slowly arranges them so the layout looks more like a patchwork blueprint, rather than a disordered line of pictures. ]

Okay, so...

[ Here's where he's stuck again. Spy? ]

What do you expect? T'ey 'ave t'e means for t'is type of security and yet t'ey also insist on nightly patrols. Someone gave t'em tools t'ey don't know 'ow to use.

[Or forgot how to use over time. Either way, yes, they're dumb.]

Oui, just t'e photos do not provide a clear pat', considering t'e 'allways are uniform t'roughout t'e building. But t'ere's more.

[He'll avoid sounding like an infomercial - that's Scout's job.

He pulls out the report he'd found. Inside its fold lies lined paper with pencil scratches that are hardly legible.]

It's a few days old. Doesn't seem like t'ey keep up wit' each ot'er's messages efficiently at all, but t'is shows t'at t'e 'allways are also numbered. T'e labels should correspond to t'e pictures...

[There are more halls numbered in the report than there are in the photos. The photos provide an incomplete picture, seeing as it's only a portion of the main feed. The photos found in this particular security room are from monitors on this particular floor; it turns out it's a two story building. While there are four hallways on this floor, there are also four on the bottom floor, indicating that the two floors should be identical.]

You sure dis is all da rooms, Spy? Where's the one where they're keepin' all our stuff?

[ Yes, he wants his T Jones memorabilia back. ]

[Spy taps ash from his cigarette onto the floor.]

I'm not certain. I do not t'ink it would be farfetched to assume it is near t'e main security room, but as you can see, t'ere aren't any cameras monitoring t'e interior space of t'e rooms.

Compared to t'e success of our escape, 'ow important are your... Possessions?

[ He ruffles a bit. ]

I dunno Spy, how much do you want your car keys and whatever else they pulled off ya?

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I could always buy a new car. It's no skin off my back.

[Try again.]

We could try and investigate... But I may need some convincing if you want my 'elp.

Convincin'

[ Dubiously. ]

Maybe I don't help you next time around.

You assume I need your 'elp wit' anyt'ing.

You did today.

I could 'ave done it wit'out you, nonet'eless.

[He stubs his cigarette as close to Scout as he can manage.]

So, it is up to you.

Psh! Yeah right!

[ But call him curious. ]

Whaddayou want?

Oh no, as I said, t'is is on you. Convince me. What do you 'ave to offer?

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