So why did Pyro and Scout suddenly dash out of Engineer's workshop?

Because they had a plan. A plan to get Spy's mask off of him. Pyro really wanted to see the man behind the mask and with Scout's help, she couldn't possibly fail.

Possibly.

The plan was simple: Get Spy alone with Pyro and Scout, talk with him until he gets his guard down and then asks if Pyro could see his face. Scout would be there too, to maybe help by trying smooth talking the team spook. Or at least that's what the Boston girl had told her friend anyway. Most likely she would just annoy the Frenchman and cause him to just get angry when asked about his mask. So after telling Spy to meet them in Pyro's room, their plan was fully in motion. Nothing could go wrong.

Hopefully. . .

X X X

Spy made his way back up the stairs, saying goodbye to the Engineer as the Texan man resumed his tinkering. Spy wondered why Pyro wanted to see him. More importantly, why did Pyro want to see him alone? Spy shook his head, muttering, "I'll never understand zat woman. . .". As he rounded the corner after walking up the concrete steps of the base, he saw Pyro's door was opened slightly but knocked anyway. He was a gentleman after all.

After hearing some rustling in the room behind the door, Spy heard Pyro call out: "Come in!", and he pushed the door open and walked over to where Pyro was sitting. . .with Scout?! Why was she here?! Spy disliked the Bostonian, mainly due to the fact she was rude, annoying, and overconfident and arrogant about her abilities in battle which usually led her to take risks and be killed instantly. But if Pyro invited her too, maybe she would behave like a normal human being.

"Yeah, and I would become a father when that happens" thought Spy, sarcasm dripping from his vocal thought.

Spy leaned against the wall near where Scout and Pyro were talking, the two females noticed him and they smiled, whispered something to each other, and turned to face Spy. Pyro smiled up at her new friend, "Hey, Spy! Glad you decided to come over."

"Why is she here?" Spy pointed to Scout.

"She is here to help me with something."

"I won't talk to her, I'll talk to you, but not her. She needs to leave. Or I leave" Spy snapped

Pyro was able to object and say she needs to be here but knew Spy was stubborn so she just sighed and said, "Sorry Scout, you gotta go."

Scout shrugged getting up and walked to the door, "Whatever, good luck, Py. You'll need it with this jerk.". Then Scout was gone, leaving Spy and Pyro alone to talk. Pyro gestured to the open seat, and Spy sat, nodding his thanks and taking the seat. They stared at each other for a moment, neither knowing what to say, until Pyro spoke up.

"So. . tell me about yourself, Spy," asked Pyro

"What do you want to know?" question Spy, a puzzled look crossing his face.

"Everything."

"Everything?"

"Everything."

Spy nodded and began to tell Pyro everything about him. Well. . mostly everything.

"I was born in an indeterminate region of France, I'm not sure where though. I had the qualities of a professional spy at a young age. I was very attractive to both members of same and opposite sex and I used that to my advantage, getting people to do this for me and then backstabbing them, metaphorically of course, after they no longer had any usefulness towards me. I went to the best school to train and hone my spying abilities. I know how to kill a man five thousand different ways, nearly two thousand of those ways are made to look like an accident or a suicide.

The next thing Pyro asked caught Spy off guard:

"Have you ever been in love?"

Spy hesitated but shook his head, "I fell in love once. She was an American girl. We met when I was sent there to assassinate a target for one of my higher-ups to prove my loyalty. We met at an art gallery opening where the target was going to be, we chatted for a while, we had much in common: we both worked for giant corporations, mine was just a ruse, being an international spy guild, hers being an international drug store chain. Another thing we had in common was that we both lost our families when we were children. After we talked for a while, she invited me to her house for a couple of drinks. Then a couple drinks turned into a couple dozen and we got drunk, made out, and then made love. It was glorious and I'll never forget when she told me that she loved me, I said it back.", Spy stopped, looking down

Pyro knew what he was going to say next before he even said it.

"Then I pulled a gun from my suit, put it against her sleeping head. And pulled the trigger. She. She was the target, I was informed earlier than the night before we went back to her house. I told myself I would give her one of the best last nights of her short life. I regret it. I became hollow and told myself one thing. One thing I would never forget:

"Pleasure and business never mix."

X X X

"Spy, I. . I'm so sorry."

After hearing Spy's story, Pyro got up and embraced the Frenchman who returned the affectionate gesture and held her close. It was extremely hard for Spy to have to relive that painful night through the story-telling and the hug was a welcome kindness. Both were reluctant to break the hug, waiting for the other to let go and finally after a near minute-long embrace, Spy let got, straightening his tie and clearing his throat before he spoke.

"Thank you for listening, my friend. Zat was extremely hard for me to say, but I'm glad I did."

Pyro nodded, smiling at her friend, "Are you going to be okay?"

Spy gave her a nod back, "I believe so. Was there anything else you wanted to ask me or know about me?"

Pyro realized this would probably be her only chance to get the mask off of Spy so she went ahead and said bluntly:

"Can I see your face?"

Spy was puzzled for a moment, wondering what she meant and then it sunk in, he shook his, "Non."

Pyro frowned, "Please, I took off my mask in front of you. You could be nice and do it too."

Spy rubbed his chin, thinking, "Well, when you put it that way. . .Non."

"Spy!"

Spy gave a groan, "Why do you even want to see what I look like? Why is this so important to you?"

"Because we are friends and I want to see the man behind the mask, Spy."

Spy sighed, rubbing his eyes in annoyance, "Fine, but only once. You're lucky I'm a gentleman."

Spy's gloved fingers hooked under his mask and he slowly pulled it off of him. When it was completely off, he set it down on the desk and looked at the Pyro, "Well. . .?"

The Spy was an extremely handsome man as far as Pyro was concerned. He had chocolate brown hair sprinkled with a bit of gray, combed and slicked to look completely perfect. Along with his bright blue eyes, he was rather tan despite always wearing the balaclava mask. His entire lower jaw was covered in stubble, which was also clean cut, and looked immaculate. Despite being in his late 40s, his skin had a youthful look and he looked like he could have passed off as a much younger man. His nose was rather small, along with his thin lips which curved upward in a smile when he saw his teammate basically drooling over him.

Spy repeated his question "Well. . .?"

"I like your face. It's amazing" said Pyro, eyes widening as she realized she actually said that. Out loud?!

Spy chuckled and smiled. Clearly Pyro wasn't that much of a smooth-talker when it came to compliments the opposite sex like him, "Well, thank you, mademoiselle"

Pyro nodded, cheeks turning a bright pink in embarrassment, "You're welcome."

The two spent the rest of their time together talking, mainly asking each other basic questions like: "What's your favorite color?" or "What's your favorite food?" to get to know each other a bit better. By the time they ran out of things to talk about and stopped talking, they realized it was nearly 11:30 at night, so after embracing each other once more, the two mercenaries said their goodbyes and Spy left to go back to his own room to try and get some sleep. Both laid down in their beds, staring at the ceiling, and they thought one thing before drifting off to sleep:

"I think I'm in love again. . ."