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]

[ Scout got knocked the hell out, and is now in a dazed stupor. Like most victims of fainting, he doesn't know what happened or, for that matter, that he passed out. He dimly recounts that he was in a fight and now he was on the floor. Sensing someone's shadow, he attempts to strike out. Fortunately for Spy, it looks half-hearted and sloppy at best, like trying to attack in a dream. ]

[ ooc; yes, this is what I do to relax lol. ]

[un_beau_coquin]

[Spy drops to his knees, then reaches to grab Scout's wrist out of the air.]

'E's down, but so are you. A rat'er drastic way to get me to take you to bed, oui?

[bonking]

[ The muscle in Scout's arm coils as his fist flexes, but goes limp just as soon as he hears and recognizes Spy. ]

Ah, crap...

[ So that's why it feels like his head got rolled over by a train. He throws his free arm over his eyes, a little melodramatic but it helps block the searing light. ]

'least I got him...

[un_beau_coquin]

You're an idiot.

[Sighing, he pulls at his teammate's arm.]

You're in worse condition t'an I t'ought. Should I return you to t'e infirmary?

[Come on, Scout, let's get you on your feet, at least.]

[bonking]

Nah, nah, I'm fine.

[ He probably has a concussion. He groans as Spy pulls at him, reluctantly sitting up. Times before this have prepared him to allow the other man to help him, and he reaches to wrap an arm around his shoulders. ]

He dead?

[un_beau_coquin]

Probably not. I didn't check for a pulse.

[Unless the man is drowning in a pool of his own blood, he'll probably make it. Spy didn't check to see if he broke his nose, though there had been a satisfying crunch under his heel.

With a huff, he distributes Scout's weight over his shoulders before lifting him to his feet. He glances in the direction of their cellmate and finds that there is blood oozing out from under his head.]

Hmm. I wonder if t'at will be a problem.

[bonking]

Whuddeva, guess we'll deal with it when it develops inta one.

[ Scout, you're in no condition to deal with anything. Exemplified by the way the world spins as Spy hauls him up. Scout's legs go about as wobbly as a newborn's for a moment, fingers tightening in the other's shirt in a threat to drag the other man down with him. ]

[un_beau_coquin]

[Spy's stance falters as Scout leans more weight onto him, distracting him from any sort of response he had formulating on his tongue.

The man is far from heavy, however, so Spy is confident in his ability to lift him. He moves to scoop him up bridal style, sweeping an arm under Scout's knees while keeping another steady on his back.]

[bonking]

[ Scout sputters indignantly in turn. ]

Yo!

[ But there's not a whole lot to do, so he tries to treat it like Spy is his manservant and look more smug instead of churlish. ]

How we gonna talk widdis bozo around?

[un_beau_coquin]

We could kill 'im.

[He lays Scout onto his bed gently.]

It would smell eventually, but 'opefully we'll be out of 'ere by t'en.

[bonking]

You'd think they'd figure it out before then.

[ He's surprised by the gentleness, but he doesn't comment on it, just folds his arms accross his stomach. ]

We kill 'im, who knows who comes in next. We know we can take him. Still, one of us is gonna have to keep our eyes open if the other one's gonna sleep while he's around.

[un_beau_coquin]

[Seeing as Scout is already injured, there's no point in ruining him any further. Once he steps away, he leans his back against the bedframe.]

You overestimate t'e security in t'is place. If we dress 'im up nice for t'e guards...

[He means it mostly as a joke. Plus, he pretty much ruined the guy's face, so it's looking like a no-go.]

If we kill enough of t'em, t'ey may be deterred from sending in more men. But you're suggesting we sleep in shifts until t'e situation is rectified?

[bonking]

Fuck it, do what you want, Spy.

[ Scout doesn't care that much. Spy can do whatever he feels is right. ]

Can't be more than three days before we make a move.

[un_beau_coquin]

Yes, approximately.

[He walks over to their cellmate and turns him over with the tip of his shoe. Blood spills down the side of his face with the movement, and a tiny gurgle floats out of his mouth. Spy steps back with a grimace, turning back to his teammate.]

Maybe you should get some rest.

[bonking]

What're you sayin'?

[ It's pretty clear what Spy is saying bit still. ]

I'm good. What were you talkin about?

continuously unsure of what time of day it is for them

[un_beau_coquin]

Scout, not only were you just t'rown against a wall, you 'ad also recently been stabbed and are under t'e influence of unknown medication.

[Their own Medic got pretty bad, but usually they were in good enough shape to be thrown against walls repeatedly.]

We'd just agreed t'at we should be out of 'ere in merely days' time. I'm not one to impose bed times on grown men, but I'm not sure if you're in any condition to contemplate much.

I don't think they even know past meals they get

[bonking]

Screw that, I'm fine.

[ You're bit going to counsel him to anything wise like that, Spy. ]

We got everything figured out for the next push?

probably not. i assume at this point in time too early for bed though? :b

[un_beau_coquin]

Oui, oui. I'm taking t'e guard t'is time, you're running, we will push t'e button, we will rescue your toys... Everyt'ing is in order.

[Spy crouches in front of Scout's bed and holds up three fingers.]

'Ow many fingers can you see?

works for me! scout doesn't know

[bonking]

Four.

[ Defiantly. He swats at that hand a bit. ]

I got it.

the struggles of no windows

[un_beau_coquin]

[Spy was about to cloak, but now he's not so sure. He swats back just because.]

Wait, you're not being serious, right?

[bonking]

...What?

[ Batting back, just because. It's almost like he can't hero it. ]

[un_beau_coquin]

You're really not in t'ere, are you.

[Taps the backs of Scout's fingers individually.]

[bonking]

[ He tries to grasp Spy's hands in turn, squeezing. ]

I'm right here, froglegs.

[ Even if he can't see that well. Not that he knows it. ]

[un_beau_coquin]

[He lets him, though he'll wiggle his fingers once they're in his teammate's grasp.]

I'm not quite so sure about that. I was 'olding up t'ree fingers, not four.

[bonking]

° He tries to mash them down and keep them secure like this is whack-a-mole with fingers. ]

Sure, but you're also a lyin' asshole.

[ Just sayin. ]