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tosbox2014-11-20 01:17 pm
un_beau_coquin) wrote in tosbox2014-11-20 01:17 pm
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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.
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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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.]
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That Tom Jones memorabilia is invaluable, fuck youScout 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. ]
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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.
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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. ]
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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
[ 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
[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
Except pasta, apparently.
[ Vicious, smug little thing. ]
close enough
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.
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I changed my mind. I want a friggin' steak. And lobster!
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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
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 :)
[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
[ 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
[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
[ 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.
[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?
We been in a long time, Spy. What if your contacts have moved on?
yeeep same i should really go to sleep but... like... tagging...
[Scout gets a grin at that, a crooked, almost mirthless thing.]
T'ough I suppose we could always resort to petty crimes. Or, if you are feeling brave and per'aps reckless, we could do somet'ing bigger.
[There's an eyebrow waggle with that one.]
welp I ain't helping lol
We've always got Boston.
[ He smirks at the other man. ]
But if you got something exciting, bruddah, I'm there.
CLEARLY but i love it
[But he does find a phone eventually, something similar to the deal Sniper always used back home. His face is composed the entire time he messes with it.]
me 2
Either way.
[ He hangs out as Spy chats on the phone, at first starting making funny faces at him through the screen or pulling himself into handstands. When he gets bored, however ( all too soon ) he's back to the car, lounging with the door open, singing softly to the figurines. ]
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It's 'ardly what I would call trustwort'y, but someone may be willing to provide plane tickets to Boston once we get out of the Badlands. T'ey provided coordinates, so I may need some assistance navigating...
[He trails off when he notices Scout's position in relation to his toys.]
What are you doing.
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What? You got somethin'?
[ Tossing the toys to the floorboard for now. ]
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Do you know 'ow to read a map?
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