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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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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.
no subject
What? You got somethin'?
[ Tossing the toys to the floorboard for now. ]
no subject
Do you know 'ow to read a map?
no subject
Hell yeah I do! Who doesn't?
[ Somewhat. ]
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Idiots like you.
[He whips the toy in the direction of Scout's head before trudging over to the driver's seat.]
What I was saying is t'at I was given coordinates somewhere outside of t'e Badlands. Apparently t'ere will be someone waiting for me who 'as tickets to Boston.
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Fine, but you mean us, right? We got a map in the glove compartment.
[ For the better part of New Mexico and Texas. Scout knees the glove compartment and pulls the thing just to be sure. Yep. ]
So... we gettin' some chow or not?
[ Spreading the map before Spy to observe. ]
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[He cracks a grin before leaning over and examining the map.]
Oui, oui. Let me just...
[He stretches his reach to grope around the glove compartment for a pen. When he comes up empty, he sighs and pulls out his knife to scratch a mark into their destination.]
Alright. T'at was my original intention when we stopped 'ere, I suppose I got distracted.