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]

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?

[un_beau_coquin]

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.]

[bonking]

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. ]

[un_beau_coquin]

[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.

[bonking]

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?

[un_beau_coquin]

[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.]

[bonking]

[ 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?

[un_beau_coquin]

[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.

[bonking]

[ 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? ]

[un_beau_coquin]

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.]

[bonking]

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. ]

[un_beau_coquin]

[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?

[bonking]

[ He ruffles a bit. ]

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

[un_beau_coquin]

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.

[bonking]

Convincin'

[ Dubiously. ]

Maybe I don't help you next time around.

[un_beau_coquin]

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

[bonking]

You did today.

[un_beau_coquin]

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.

[bonking]

Psh! Yeah right!

[ But call him curious. ]

Whaddayou want?

[un_beau_coquin]

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

[bonking]

[ Scout licks his lips and scowls, drawing back and childishly flicking a few of the photos off the table. ]

Forget it.

[ He moves to flop back on his bed, rolling over to think, but mostly sulk over how much of an asshole Spy was. He needed those figurines! They were his money, or at least a portion of it since Spy had declined to help him take all of the collection out of his security box. Maybe when they tried to make a break for it, he'd just head to that room anyway and to hell with Spy. ]

[un_beau_coquin]

Scout...

[Sighing, Spy leans over to pick up the photos and tuck them away. When everything is secure (as much as they can be) in his pocket, he goes over lean against the bedframe.]

Scout. Come now, it's not as if I said I wouldn't. T'is is just our usual game.

[bonking]

[ Scout turns his head enough to glare one blue over his shoulder at Spy. ]

How 'bout I don't annoy the shit outta you today and kick yer bed through the night?

[ Spy thought he was bad when he wasn't trying? He hadn't seen anything yet. ]

[un_beau_coquin]

You say t'at is if you don't annoy t'e shit out of me every day. [A really unimpressed look. This is a new level of childishness, Scout.] I could also just sleep on t'e table if you get t'at bad.

[bonking]

[ He tilts a brow. Okay, Spy.

Scout rolls over onto his back, folds his hands over his stomach, and begins to serenade Spy at the top of his lungs. ]

GAAAHHHHD BLESS AMERICAAAAAA~

LAAAAAAND DAT I LOOVVVEEEEEE~