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Later that night, the world seemed to be at ease.
The team trusted one another (mostly), the Blu Spy was securely imprisoned and under the watchful eye of the head Medic, and communications had been passed back and forth between the base and the truck they had sent out after the Blus. It wouldn't be long until their trail was picked up again, but for now an order had been sent out for the truck to return until more solid plans could be made.
The Scout had convinced the Tentaspy to come and play catch with him outside the workshop where the Engineer and the Red Sniper were sitting together and talking. The Engie appeared to be busy putting something together which had come as a request from the hazel-eyed Spy though from the looks of it, no one but the Engineer had any clue what it was.
It didn't detour the conversation at all.
"I thought they had you down for the count, partner," the hard hat said as he beat ruthlessly on a piece of scrap metal with his wrench.
"Did you think I did it?" the Sniper asked, his attention distracted briefly by a baseball whizzing past the open workshop door followed by the end of the tentacle that had pitched it.
"Woulda been a hard call to make, I guar'untee." He snapped something into place on the table, groping around for a pair of pliers which he used to pull some of the metal into shape, "But naw. I'm a right good judge of character -- Especially you Snipers. You boys don't play games with how you feel and what you want."
The Aussie smiled and sipped from his white mug with a subtle nod, "Less trouble that way. Now.. are you sure you can't tell me what that is?" he asked, gesturing to what looked like android guts being pushed into a ring of polished steel.
The Engie stuck his tongue out of the corner of his mouth with a concentrated smile as he leaned forward to adjust some wires and lace them together and. "Wouldn't you like to know," he chuckled.
"Foine, I'll guess. Is it.. a shock collar?"
"Hoo boy, close, but no." He reached for some thin plastic tubing and began to measure it out, cutting it to a certain length and moving around the table to a boring machine to put a few holes into the metal ring. The Sniper did not have as advanced a mechanical eye as the Engineer. As far as he could tell, the man was building a spaceship. ..a really tiny spaceship.
"A regular collar?"
"Cold."
The Sniper sighed in good spirits, his gloved hand scratching at his chin thoughtfully, "Is it a collar of any kind?"
"Brrrr, it's freezin' in here!" the Engie taunted, shutting down the machine and reaching for the tubing and a tube of durable glue to secure it up against one of the holes from the inside of the ring. He stole a goggled glance toward the Sniper, shrugging a shoulder, "Gonna give up?"
"Never," the Aussie insisted. He took a sip of coffee, snorting suddenly as the shape of the object combined with its size brought on revelation, "Oh lord, that's an ankle bracelet, isn't it.."
"Ladies and gentlemen, we have a winner," the Engineer said casually as he stepped around the Sniper to get to work welding some tiny metal parts together. He appeared to be adding a motherboard of sorts to the device, requiring a magnifier for some of the work.
The marksman formed a loose fist with his free hand and rested his chin on it as he watched the Engie work, "C'mon now, tell me more."
"Heheh. S'pose it wouldn't be right makin' you guess all the rest of this here marvel.. She's a modification on your regular ol' house arrest anklet complete with a reloadable fluid chamber for any number of your favorite household sedatives with a remote-activated injection system complete with tracking device and heart rate monitor."
"..So this is what you do during ceasefire? Invent things?"
"Aw heck no, this is what I did during the ten minutes it took to walk here."
Back in the infirmary, a more tactical discussion was about to begin..
The Blu Spy flinched on his bed, looking over with great distaste as a pair of Spies entered his curtained prison and fixed him with relaxed smiles. He recognized one of them as the man who had beat and shot him in the prison cell, the other was only recognizable for his short stature though he could already assume he wasn't going to like him as he pulled up a chair and sat at the foot of his medical cot.
Saying nothing, he watched as the taller of the pair moved for the head of the bed and feathered a few fingers over the stitches in his shoulder with a quiet hum, "Good evening, Monsieur Blu."
The man simply glared up at him and looked away.
Undeterred, the Red Spy withdrew his hand and used it to procure his cigarette case. Tapping one of the sticks against its metal shell, he smiled contently and tilted his head, "I am not here to interrogate you, you know."
The Blu shifted his jaw warily and frowned as he looked back up at the Red. "Zhen what do you want?" he asked, a blatant tone of annoyance tugging at his words.
Shrugging, the Red flicked up a flame from his lighter, cradling it as he brought the cigarette to his lips and set it alight, "I thought perhaps a chat was in order. Surely you do not wish to lay zhere until zhe war is over?" The Blu gave him an exasperated look, glancing to the other Spy and then back as he waited for him to continue. Relaxedly tucking his case and lighter away, the Red Spy took a soft drag of his cigarette, "Why did you sign on wizh Blu anyway? Combat experience?"
"I thought zhis wasn't an interrogation?"
"Oh it isn't, Monsieur, you're free to ignore me," the Red assured, his eyes calmly rested on the Blu whose glare weakened as a result.
"..I will ask you again, what do you want?"
The standing Spy smiled gently and nodded a bit, admiring the man's willingness to get to the point of things, "I want to know if you would consider leaving Blu. I want to know eef a new member like you has much of an attachment to zhem.." He reached up to pluck the cigarette from his mouth, peering at it for a moment or two before offering it to the restrained Blu.
He was sorely tempted to refuse it, but being that it was held right there burning so pleasantly under his nose, he took it with his teeth and averted his gaze to the ceiling, "Non. I have no one zhere."
"How long do you zhink it would have been until zhey discovered your inability to kill?"
The Blu did not answer for a few moments, choosing to enjoy the secondhand cigarette as much as he dared to in the presence of the other men, "I killed your Soldier."
"A fluke. Eet was sloppy at best and you failed with zhe Sniper, zhe Pyro, and zhe Medic," the Red pointed out. He won a glare from the Blu though he could see in the man's eyes that he agreed. Still, his intent for the evening was not to anger the man. Instead he leaned back a bit, looking harmless as he folded an arm behind his back and gestured with his free hand, "Be honest with yourself, mon Ami.. Zhey would have gotten rid of you at zhe first chance zhey could eef zhey were to find out. Zhey would never consider using your ozher skills. And now.. Would zhey take you back?"
The more the Blu Spy thought about it, the more he hated it. Being captured by the Reds certainly would not speak well in his favor and without proper training he would be picked off in the field -- possibly by one of his own teammates. "What good am I to you?" he ventured as pridefully as he could from his laying position on the cot.
"Not jhust me, Monsieur Blu.." the Red began, free hand rested on the bed frame as he leaned forward over the reclining man, "You are intelligent, crafty. No doubt a man of your faculties could be taught easily to become a more efficient killer?"
The ego stroking felt nice of course, but the fact that it was coming from the enemy felt downright.. awkward.
"Or we could jhust kill you, of course," said the Red Spy casually, "Do you support zhe Blu experiments? Zheir lackluster value of a human life?"
Truth be told, that made the Blu think..
Ever since he had arrived at the Blu base he had felt judged and eyeballed. The halls were cold and not always from the temperature. He'd only felt safe in his own room and even among the other Spies he had felt like an outsider. At the same time he felt like he was being tricked into becoming a traitor. Unacceptable! ..but perhaps the only thing he could do.
The Red Spy could see the gears turning in the Blu's eyes, a gloved hand placing itself over one of his own and pulling him from his thoughts, "I didn't think so, mon Ami. And zhat is quite all right." The Blu opened his mouth to protest but the Red kept up, "You only joined zhem because it would be a chance to look official, non? Zhe choice between Red and Blu.. eet was a coin toss, wasn't it?"
The Blu puffed on his cigarette and blinked a few times. He was trying to look irritable, but it was only because he had been found out.
"I am giving you zhe chance to fight for somezhing you can believe in.. A chance to be a real Spy, mon Ami."
"And what do you believe in, Red? What eez so romantic about zhe Red team zhat I should become a traitor?" the Blu asked with obvious uncertainty putting a waver in his voice.
"I believe in a world where we do not mutilate our fellow man and inflict suffering for zhe sheer purpose of proving zhat we can do it, Blu," he said, hazel eyes warm with a brownish hue to them, "And I believe in second chances for zhose who would choose to share zhat mindset."
The shorter Spy bowed his head gently, clearing his throat to draw his comrade's attention, "I propose we let him zhink it over. Surely zhe man is tired.." He looked toward him and nodded as he got to his feet, "Whatever he decides, I am sure he will make zhe right choice."
The Sniper's friend smiled and looked back toward the Blu as the short Spy bowed out of the curtained area. "Ah, mon Ami.. Do not make zhis any harder for yourself zhan it has been.. I will come in zhe morning to see how you are feeling. We will speak again, all right?" Naturally, the Blu didn't have any words for the Red who reached over and took back his cigarette to resume smoking it himself. Clearly he had no qualms about essentially putting the man's spittle in his mouth. It spoke volumes to the Blu as he watched the Red stand tall and pat his only uninjured shoulder on his way out of the infirmary.
Between this and the oddly-affectionate treatment the young Medic had given him, he had a lot to think about.