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]

Yeah yeah, will you quit pokin' me?

[ Knowing damn well this it going to bring him a 50/50 chance of getting it even worse. Scout retrieves the fallen guard's baton, twirling it to test the weight while heading for the door.

Unlike the last hall they went down, this row of cells is filled with inmates who have already had their turn at the showers and are probably due for lunch soon. Scout waves at them as he trots past. Most are too busy with their cards or their work-outs to look up, but some do, and those ones are the ones that are soon pressed to the front of their cages hollering at him to get them out.

Knowing where the cameras are, Scout makes to press himself back against the divot between the back of the door to the next security room and the wall. Now either Spy is able to unlock that door with his keys or the guard should be coming to check out all the noise soon. Either way, once the door is open, Scout will have his in, and he's going in swinging. Hopefully the cloaked Spy knows not to be anywhere too close when he does. ]

[un_beau_coquin]

[What's great about having simple-minded staff manning this prison is that this key opens everything. It's almost unnerving how easy this is, and Spy bristles under his jumpsuit and his cloak.

As he's turning the key, a security guard opens the door beside him. The guard wears an annoyed expression, baton in hand, as he marches past Spy to deal with the hollering inmates. Their shoulders brush and Spy goes completely still. However, the guard only glances in his direction with a furrowed brow before moving on. Uncloaking, Spy slams the heel of his hand into the guard's temple and catches him as he crumples. He sets the body against the wall before resuming his task opening the door.

Once it's open, he waves his teammate over and presses his back against the wall by the doorway.]

I'll cover you.

sorry for the delay bro

[bonking]

[ Scout hears him, but he isn't paying attention to anything but an open door. Once he's got that, he's in, beating the other guards in the security room senseless. Even in such an enclosed space, he makes quick work of them before someone can even get out a pepperspray. Easy, so easy now that they've got tools and he's got his arms back.

He's looking over the control system for a moment before he glances back to Spy. ]

We should let 'em all out on this side. It'd be a pretty good distraction.

tries not to cry-- i mean np, np

[un_beau_coquin]

[Spy steps around any blood on the floor, mostly for the sake of avoiding making tracks, and approaches his teammate's side. With one last glance upward - it seems they have successfully disposed of all the nearby guards - he directs his attention to the display before them.]

Hmm, not bad. 'Opefully t'ey will know what's good for t'em and stay out of our business.

[Once he has fully examined the board, he flips off the switches for the cameras. The cells in this prison open primarily by their keys, but there is a system override that resets everything in sections. He goes for the one closest to them, making sure to include the storage room they seek. There's a flicker of light as power surges, then the noise of the inmates moving all at once to investigate the strange occurrence.

Spy shoots his teammate a smirk before moving towards the storage room.]

And now, t'e moment of trut'. I trust you are ready?

u my forever spy

[bonking]

Hell ya, Spy. Ready as I'll ever be ta leave this fuckin' Hellhole.

[ He still wants to be ahead of the wave for as long as he can be, moving to open the door. ]

After you, mon sure.

[ He quirks a toothy, crooked grin in turn, ready to run ahead anyway, off to the room where they've stowed all of his crap and then some. Who knows what other goodies they can get, prying open other inmates' boxes? There's also the fact he doesn't know which one is his, so he's pulling open everything he can reach. ]

Holy crap, lookit all these keys!

[ Then there's Spy's suit, the jacket of which he dances with for a hot minute before he finds his Tom Jones memorabilia. He kisses the first statuette. ]

doki doki blushu

[un_beau_coquin]

["Mon sure" what? Spy spares exactly 1.5 seconds thinking about how Scout mangled that word before moving on to better things. He joins his teammate in opening boxes, having a slightly easier time thanks to the scalpel. Just as he shoves a hand into a box filled with nothing but bottle caps, he turns and makes to catch his jacket before it reaches the ground. Bottle caps spill onto the ground with little pings, though some of them are muted by his jacket hitting the floor.

Sighing, he picks it up and holds it open.]

You will 'ave time to get intimate wit' t'ese toys later. Let's get a move on before our luck runs out, shall we? You can t'row whatever won't fit into an appropriately sized box in 'ere.

[bonking]

Fine, fine.

[ His collection is really all he can carry in his arms, despite the numerous keys to vehicles and boxes unknown. He manages a jacket to stuff everything into, on top of the clothes he slipped over himself - he'd gotten impossibly more skinny without his caffeine fix in prison, so his old clothes fit over his jumpsuit. ]

Let's get the fuck outta here.

[ He says, on top of punching the alarm button on his way out. ]

[un_beau_coquin]

[While Scout hobbles around with his collectibles, Spy retrieves the only thing he needs and can find in a short time frame: his car keys. Everything else the room could hold are replaceable, unlike the load of crap in Scout's arms, apparently.

For a very brief moment, Spy considers lending his assistance to his teammate, but thinks better of it at the last second. Whatever suffering that may come to Scout as a result of rescuing those toys is fully deserved.

Once the alarm sounds and they step out into the main corridor, Spy can see the mess they've made of the place. Inmates are running around, some are fighting with each other and some with guards who are starting to pour in from the second floor. While Spy doesn't offer a hand to hold any of Scout's belongings, he does at least try to clear the path to the door for him.]

[bonking]

[ That Tom Jones memorabilia is invaluable, fuck you Scout is laden down with trinkets when they make their grand escape out into the open. Scout huffs the dusty desert air. ]

Awww fuckk yeah.

[ He murmurs, barely a whisper as they slide over into impound and find that little hotrod. ]

Yeah Spy, give 'er all she's for, fuck yeah!

[ It's nearly pornographc, as they get outside and into that car with pieces brimming and all but spilling out of Scout's pockets. He feels like they've made the best score in the world. Fortunately, he seems to have felt like Spy is a part of that, so the man's suit is with him. ]

[un_beau_coquin]

[If it weren't for their need to get the hell out as quickly as possible, Spy would have spent some time at least organizing this shit as it's squeezed into his car. Nonetheless, he notes his suit, sighs, and grabs the jacket somewhat reluctantly before putting it on over his jumpsuit.

It's not long before he turns on the engine and speeds their way out of Teufort. Confused citizens stare in the wake of his dust trail, though Spy ignores them for the most part.

As they race along the desert, Spy inhales deeply. Then he grins, putting a hand to his forehead.]

Finally. Finally. Fils de pute, jésus-christ. Merde.

[bonking]

[ Scout gives an unbridled scream of joy as he cranks down the window, leaning out to flip off the gormless civilians with both hands as they speed away in their prison orange. His triumph won't be buckled down, that's for damn sure. Once they're out of town, he comes back in, rolling up the window to a slit so he can still taste the air. The taste of freedom.

He leans over and punches Spy in the shoulder boyishly, beaming as bright as a small sun. ]

We did it! Ya fuckin' asshole! We're outta here!

[ He makes to grab the other's face and press a big, wet, smacker to his cheek. Whoops. He's just really happy, never mind the trinkets and clothes spilling out of his pockets and what he tucked under his arms when they were heading out. ]

[un_beau_coquin]

[As Scout takes his face, he gives a crooked grin, trying not to look too pleased.]

Hé, I'm driving 'ere. And do you really 'ave to make such a mess?

[Still, he can't find it in himself to be angry at all. Eventually they make it to a highway, though Spy plans to go at least two towns over before going for gas and things.]

I feel t'at a celebratory meal is in order. Real food.

I'm the worst, I'm so sorry

[bonking]

I'm with you there, bruddah. Like a... hotdog or somethin'.

[ Philistine. ]

Wait, we got cash?

[ One thing he didn't think of to pick up on his own. You'd think that would have been obvious... ]

UNACCEPTABLE i only accept apologies in cash or tears

[un_beau_coquin]

Sure, if t'e first t'ing you desire in your mout' after all t'is time is somet'ing phallic, go for it. I t'ink I'd rat'er somet'ing like pasta.

[Gotta get them carbs.

If there's one thing Scout will learn by being with Spy outside of prison, which was a huge exception to this rule, it's that Spy is often over prepared. The whole prison thing was a fluke caused by his foolish graciousness to his teammate.

Spy kicks something under his seat and a metallic thump answers him.]

T'is is my car. Everyt'ing I need should be 'ere.

tears of my laughter maybe

[bonking]

[ You son of a bitch. Scout visibly ruffles at the suggestion. Hey, he isn't the one that put a dick in his mouth here... ]

Except pasta, apparently.

[ Vicious, smug little thing. ]

close enough

[un_beau_coquin]

[Spy catches his expression from the corner of his eye and smirks.]

It's a joke. Come now, t'is is a 'appy time. Don't be so serious.

[He might be more convincing if he wasn't so smug.

Still, eventually they end up in another small town somewhere in the desert that seems to stretch on forever. He stops for gas before he parks somewhere he deems acceptable, then goes for the box under his seat. There's a knife, a gun, and another wallet in there filled with cash and a few of his fake IDs.]

I'm sure I should 'ave enough money in 'ere for at least a 'ot dog.

[bonking]

[ Spy's right - Scout shouldn't let Spy get anywhere near his fun. ]

I changed my mind. I want a friggin' steak. And lobster!

[un_beau_coquin]

[While Spy rolls his eyes, there's a hint of a smile on his face. His good mood can't be ruined just yet.]

Now we're talking. Let's find out if t'ey even serve such food in a tiny place such as t'is, shall we?

[He locks the car, though he's slightly distracted by the cards in his wallet. A frown pulls at his mouth, then he sighs and reaches for his mask.]

I'm so sorry for the delay, friend

[bonking]

[ Well that was meant to put Spy back a couple paces, but you know what? Scout could eat a steak and some lobster. He certainly thinks he deserves it after all that time in the slammer. ]

Prob'ly not, but we can go big somewhere else. Ain't like either of us can fly outta here til we cross the state lines anyway, right?

no problem! i'm happy to see a tag anytime :)

[un_beau_coquin]

Well, we can put t'e idea on t'e backburner for now, but I'm still 'ungry. Pasta and 'otdogs shouldn't be too demanding.

[Ducking his head, he pulls off the balaclava. He touches the skin near his eyes, then glances back at his ID.]

If t'ey 'ave a phone, I should be able to get a more convenient mode of travel set up. For now, per'aps we should focus on getting some real food in us.

[As one might expect, Spy is pretty self-conscious about going without his mask after working with RED for so long, but it's way too conspicuous for an everyday setting. Hell, the jumpsuits are one thing; add the mask and he's basically a criminal walking free. Not that that isn't true, but.]

you're still my favorite, you know. it's just been all the school lately

[bonking]

Let's not talk, let's just fuckin' do.

[ Man, all of this is making Scout hungry as hell. It's all he can do to entertain himself by lining the little figurines he has up on the dash, flipping through the other things he's plucked to pull money from wallets or the stray small knife. ]

You mean someone actually talks to your ass outside of the states?

[ Because really, Scout can't not talk when a thought occurs to him. ]

:') i understand completely. hell's gonna break loose for us over here in like two weeks ahhaha

[un_beau_coquin]

Did you forget I'm not from 'ere? Or is t'e accent not clear enough for you anymore?

[Rolling his eyes. He reaches out to lightly cuff Scout's ear before he gets out of the car.]

Come now, or else I will get you t'e most phallic looking 'otdog I can find.

we will survive

[bonking]

Hey, you told me you lived in America for a while. How the hell should I know?

[ Like a year or two should put you on an American accent. Should. Man, maybe Spy's accent is a disability, how should he know, now? ]

Like you control the hotdog production.

[ Grumble. Man, he loves hotdogs, though. ]

also curious, what's your time zone? if you don't mind me asking.

[un_beau_coquin]

I own a knife and t'e skill to carve out whatever my imagination supplies me. T'at should be enough.

[The town is as small and dusty as Teufort, but the patrons are smart enough to look wary as the two enter. Spy tugs at his suit jacket, closes it over his jumpsuit, smooths back his hair.]

Anyway, I 'ave contacts bot' 'ere and overseas. 'Opefully my absence will be overlooked.

I'm EST, so it's 4am right now and I'm tagging cuz ILU. And you?

[bonking]

[ Scout blows an unimpressed bubble of a huff, thankful for little and not obliged to immediately give credit where it might be due. He's got his own skills. ]

We been in a long time, Spy. What if your contacts have moved on?