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.

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[bonking]

What the hell do you know anyway?

[ 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. ]

[un_beau_coquin]

...Zhere's being 'opeful, zhen zhere's being 'opeless. I feel zhat sometimes you must at lesst try to save a man from delusion.

[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.]

[bonking]

[ Scout broils silently, but there's a part of him that suspects Spy is right, and that part hurts. It's even more frustrating that he can barely move, sitting there feeling like he's cocooned in his anger and misery.

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. ]

[un_beau_coquin]

Oui, oui, je sais. Trust me.

[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.]

[bonking]

[ Scout eyes Spy suspiciously as he reaches in, still a little sore about what he said, but ultimately accepts the help. He's going to need Spy to get his stuff and drive him to the airport still, he thinks. It wouldn't be bad to offer a little honey instead of vinegar for once; he wasn't going to be seeing the guy for much longer. He hobbles out of the car, and is fine once he's got his balance. ]

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. ]