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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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[ No shit, Scout. ]
Robots.
[ He groans, flopping his head over onto the stiff arm jutting out the window. ]
Frickin' robots takin' our frickin' jobs. This was the best job I ever had!
[ He eyes Spy. ]
You must be happy, though.
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[It would almost be amusing if not for the fact that Spy had been expecting to ditch Scout, not take him along for some joyride. But, somehow, it's not much of a surprise at this point.
Throwing his teammate a glance, Spy quirks a brow.]
And what makes you zhink zhat?
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[ There's not a lot of joy to be had on this ride, though he's trying because this is a wicked sweet car and he certainly should be enjoying it. ]
I thought you told me you hate America. Well, here's yer excuse to leave, right?
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[Then again, considering Scout's family situation - which is not only in his file, but in their four years together, Scout has talked about it a lot - Spy isn't surprised he's a bit hungry.
At that, Spy chuckles dryly.]
I won't be content until I am on zhat plane and landing in France. Besides, being in our little bubble of nine for four years shakes off a feeling of "America" and gives more of a feeling of... Hah. Living wizh idiots for four years.
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Yeah, I ain't gonna miss any of you assholes. 'specially not Soldier or Pyro. Those guys... were friggin' nuts.
[ Says the guy that likes beating merc heads in with a baseball bat. ]
You know one thing I always wondered about you, Spy?
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Oh? What is zhat?
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How bad are those tan-lines?
[ Scout tries to gesture with his hand but finds it's entombed in a cast and his arms can't move. He licks his lips instead in an exaggerated circle. ]
Like, I know you ain't takin' that mask off when you get to France for a couple-a months. Those're some pasty people, Spy.
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He pulls off a glove and sticks out his arm for Scout to examine. His sleeves are already rolled up to his elbows, and every now and then they get some sun, but his hands? Ghostly.]
Of all zhe inane questions... I will be investing time on some remote roof or somezhing to fix zhe problem.
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And Scout's actually surprised when Spy pulls off his glove and shows him his hand, the look on his face suggesting he might not have been sure Spy had them.
Then he gives an exaggerated wince. ]
Eesh! Put 'em away, yer blindin' me here!
[ He has to snicker a little to himself, though, at the images that it brings mind. ]
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Zhese 'ands? Zhey can push you out of zhe car and leave you rolling in zhe dust. Zhe temptation is so strong.
[The car passes a sign that indicates they should be in Teufort within ten minutes. Spy could always just speed, but knocking around an already beat up Scout doesn't sound like a very practical idea.]
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C'mon Spy, that was funny. I'm sittin' over here in a cast, I wish tan-lines was the least of my problems.
[ Speaking of problems, Scout stares out the windshield. ]
You think Miss Pauling's okay? She didn't even show up to say good-bye, fuck you, nuthin'.
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[And Spy is an asshole, but what's new?
Spy groans, knocking the heel of his palm into the wheel.]
Pour l'amour de dieu. She is intelligent and capable, I am certain she was one of zhe first to leave, cleaning up 'er trail as she went. God knows zhat Gray Mann character could do even more damage if 'e 'ad 'er working for 'im.
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[ Seeing as he's the enemy right now, Scout has no way of looking at the situation objectively because he still likes Miss Pauling. ]
You're right, though, she probably got away and just couldn't afford to come by. Miss Pauling's wicked smart.
[ That didn't mean he wasn't still bothered. ]
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[Turning into Teufort now. Spy breathes in the last of his cigarette before tossing it over Scout's shoulder and out the window. For a moment, he seems to roll the smoke in his mouth, then he releases it in rings.]
No point in wasting energy on someone who probably 'asn't spared you a second zhought.
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[ And Spy stabs him without even having to take out his balisong. Scout fumes, and for once seems like he might be silent for a significant stretch of time. ]
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[His words sound harsh, but he means the best, really. His tone is low, careful, trying for objective and detached. And if it'll get Scout to shut up about their dear Miss Pauling? It'll be worth it.]
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Still, the quiet after a few moments seems unbearable. He needs to break something, if not free, and silence was the most fragile thing here. ]
You know where it is, right? I hope it's the dime in there today and not that old lady.
[ It was that old lady, unfortunately for him, not that the 'dime' wanted anything to do with him anyway. ]
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[That's a thought that could extend in many ways, but Spy won't get ahead of himself.
They pull up next to the bank. They'll be in and out; Spy doesn't bother with proper parking, plus it means less stagger time for his injured teammate.
Spy slips out of the car and gets to the other side in three steps. Then he's pulling the car open and reaching forward to lend Scout some assistance.]
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T'anks.
[ And off to the doors he's going, where he'll reveal their 'savings' and the cops will starve them inside of the vault until they're weak enough to be dragged out. ]