#connixer

"Don't play pretend with me, it doesn't work."

spy looked up from the newspaper in his hand, picking  the  cigarette   from   his   lips before  talking.

   “Herr Conagher--oop!”

He bent to retrieve the paper that had fluttered out of his arms,  though the wide grin on his face no worse for the interruption; Medic was just glad to have found the man. Suffice it to say, however, that he hadn’t considered the necessity of scrambling around looking for this man. How uncharacteristic that he was wandering the halls of the base, rather than beavering away in his workshop.  Something to consider later, perhaps.

One spy, two spies, red spy and blue spy. Question was, which one was actually his teammate? They’d both be dead spies if it didn’t become obvious soon, Pyro had their flamethrower at the ready and aimed at both. Subtlety wasn’t exactly their forte, after all.

So sleek and suave! The suit the other wore instinctively put the Warden on ‘best behavior’ mode, and he leaned forward in his desk, giving the other a pleasant, if not cheeky grin. 

18. My muse clutches their hand tightly around your muse’s mouth to silence them.

He could hear the Red team behind him as he ran.Dell came around a corner, nearly crashing into theBlu Spy that had just so finished sapping the Red’sown machines. They were getting closer, and Delltook the chance.