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Around the same time Emeraldblade and her team were duking it out with Striker just outside of Louisville, a plan was hatching inside the makeshift prison that the four mercenaries were imprisoned within. One that involved the small pocket watch Spy so happened to be carrying…
"So my amigos let me recapitulate…" Spy explained, "Using this watch, I will escape this grimly confine and find a way back to that hotel we were staying in before this whole mess."
"And how does that thing work again shapeshifter?" Scout asked.
"You'll see..." He answered subtly.
"But how are we going to get their attention from in here?" Medic questioned.
Demoman chuckled sinisterly, catching everyone's attention.
"What is it you drunken wrench?" Spy question his comrade annoyingly.
"Ya want a distraction mate; well I'll give ya a distraction!" Demoman replied.
The Scotsman then took a large swig of one of the bottles of beer he had left over from when he and his friends went to the concert, before proceeding to let out a loud belch. He then proceeded to rant gibberish loudly.
"HEY!" someone's voice yelled from outside the room the mercs were held within, catching their attention in the process, "Keep your voices down or else!"
The mercs turned back to Demoman and gave a sinister looking smirk.
"Brilliant Demoman," Spy commended his drunken friend, "Now why don't you do that again."
Demoman gave a toothed grin and took another long swig of his alcoholic beverage, before letting out an even louder burp. This resulted in the other mercs laughing hysterically, which as they hoped, infuriated whoever was out there.
"Alright that's it!" the voice shouted from outside the room.
"Showtime…" Spy whispered to everyone.
Suddenly, as though on cue, a set of footsteps approached their room aggressively, before suddenly the door swung open violently, revealing a fairly tall female succubus with an afro.
"I warned you guys to keep your mouths shut, but you fuckers chose to ignore me," she angrily berated the mercs, "Perhaps I should give you bozos a taste of hell."
"Well then…" Spy countered, before brandishing his fists as though he was prepared to fight her. "Let's settle this like gentlemen!"
Spy then lunged at the female demon in an attempt to land a side hook to her, but she saw this coming and proceeded to grab his arm, twist it painfully, and then throw him against the nearby wall.
"SPY!" Medic yelled, rushing to his comrade's side.
The "doctor" proceeded to check for any signs of life, but when he found nothing, he realized the worse thing possible had happened to the Spy.
"Y-You…you KILLED him!" he shouted in agony.
The demoness chuckled arrogantly, "Well, serves him right for messing with Verosika's posse, as for you blots, let this be a lesson for when you EVER cross the crew."
She then proceeded to slam the door shut, locking the mercs back inside the grimy room once more. Scout ran to the door and proceeded to bang on it repeatedly in an attempt to exact revenge on his fallen teammate.
"Damn it!" Scout shouted in defeat, "It's no use."
"Why Spy?!" Medic cried in despair, "Why did you have to make such a STUPID move on that girl?!"
Outside the room however was a different story…
As the demoness walked away overhearing the mercs' bemoaning their fallen comrade with satisfaction, a strange electrical noise suddenly materialized in the hallway not a moment later. Suddenly, a figure materialize out of thin air, it was none other than the Spy himself, alive and well.
"Aha!," he chuckled, "I knew this gadget would be useful someday."
Spy proceeded to work his way out of the mysterious place he was in, from the looks of it, the location he and his friends were trapped within was some sort of ultramodern mansion, with linear hallways and glass windows along the outer walls.
As he spotted a possible exit, he then noticed from the corner of his eye the same succubus alongside a male demon approaching in his direction.
"…And then one of those idiots decided to stand up to me, but I gave him what he deserved by throwing him against the wall, the shit face died instantly," the succubus told her friend.
"Heh, not as tough as they seem," The male incubus commented.
Spy instantly recognized them as being among Verosika's crew who had captured them back at the backstage area after the concert, he then quickly retreated, only for his footsteps to echo across the hallway.
"Hey, who's there?!" the female crew member's voices shouted.
Spy scoped out the area in an attempt to find a hiding spot, before seeing a nearby bathroom and rushing inside to lock the door.
The two posse members heard the commotion and ran in the direction of the bathroom that the Spy was hiding inside. As his adrenaline rushed, he then caught sight of another object that was all too familiar to him: his personal cigarette carton. Next to it he caught sight of another intriguing tool: a hairbrush that contained locks of hair that resembled those of Verosika herself.
Spy smirked, as an idea had once again popped into his mind for a surefire escape.
Grabbing a strand of hair from the brush, he placed it inside the carton, before pressing a strange button inside the carton, suddenly a cloud of mist engulfed his entire form, obscuring it from view.
Just then, the footsteps of the two demons approached outside the door to the bathroom before the sound of pounding rang through the room.
"Hey, whoever the hell is in there, come out NOW!" one of the demon's voices threatened.
Suddenly, the knob began to turn, and slowly opened up, revealing not the Spy…but Verosika Mayday herself. This caught both demons off-guard. She glared at them before clearing her throat.
"Do you two have any form of manners? My god you are such a bunch of shit heads!" she scolded them.
"Oh Verosika…sorry about that," the female member apologized, "But I thought you were in Derby City with Kiki, Apple, and Tex."
"Uh…yeah…well I forgot something here, so I came back to pick it up, now leave me in peace before I decide to gut you two like Cornish game hens!" she warned.
"Uhh, y-yes yes, sorry about that," the incubus said sheepishly, before he and his female friend retreated down the hallway.
After the two of them vanished from sight, Verosika then took a double take.
"Heh, that worked out perfectly…" "Verosika" said in a familiar masculine voice, revealing that she was not the real succubus singer but rather the Spy disguised as her.
Spy, still disguised as Verosika, made his way back to the large room he was in a moment earlier before eyeing the same door that was his ticket out of this rather lavish prison.
He quickly darted towards the exit, before unlocking the door and exiting out of the large house.
Upon emerging outside, he quickly made a getaway off of the property, once outside, he breathed a loud sigh of relief, before taking out the cigarette carton and pressing the same button from earlier, causing yet another mist to surround him, once the mist dissipated, it reveal him back to his normal self.
"That was too close." He remarked, "But the plan's not over yet…"
He then took another deep breath, before making a determined face, knowing what the next step was.
"…now to get back to that hotel for the damned."
A rather short chapter, but I thought I would post something regarding the Merc's side of the story. Happy Independence Day Everyone!