Vacationing

[sentryslinger]

[Continuing this thread, in which Spy has convinced Engineer to spend a vacation with him. Fishing, fine dining, and some enemy bonding ensue.


Engineer steps into the elevator, hitting the button for their floor, pulling at his collar to loosen that next button.]

Hey, thanks again for the dinner and the suit. I'll have to put it to use some other time to justify your spendin' money on all this.

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[not_onyourside]

Non.

We still have a breakfast tomorrow zhough. I am not zhrough wez you yet!

[sentryslinger]

[He laughs.]

And what else do you have in store? Any more surprises?

[not_onyourside]

Well my main plan ees to not wake up before zhe sun rises.

[sentryslinger]

I suppose we can try that for a change. Let's both try to sleep through the night, too.

[not_onyourside]

Now we are hoping for miracles.

[He grins, knowing how poorly they both sleep.]

[sentryslinger]

[Engie returns the smile, finishing up his meal. Yeah, that is asking a bit much.]

You done over there?

[not_onyourside]

[He is sadly out of milkshakes.]

Unless you are going to sit zhere and watch me eat several more bowls of ice cream, yes.

[sentryslinger]

[He shakes his head as he gets up.]

I suppose we can either see what's down the way, or head back. I know I could use another nap, but I probably shouldn't. I won't sleep tonight, otherwise.

[not_onyourside]

Let us walk zhe ozzer way. I have no idea what ees over zhere, ozzer zhan trees.

[sentryslinger]

Sounds like a plan, partner.

[He digs out his wallet and fishes out a wad of bills for the nice waitress. He's getting this one, Spy.]

[not_onyourside]

[Hmf. He'll just have to get the next one.]

I should have remembered earlier to buy a kite.

[sentryslinger]

I'd suggest makin' one, but I'd probably be tempted to add a gun to it.

[not_onyourside]

I do not want a metal gun zhat shoots lasers. Just a fabric one wez a ribbon rail.

Do you add guns to everyzzing?

[sentryslinger]

Not everything, but I can't say I don't like the challenge of tryin'.

[not_onyourside]

What do you shoot off zhe battlefield?

[sentryslinger]

Not much. It's the building and drafting I enjoy.

[not_onyourside]

Let us avoid zhe guns, eef only for zhe weekend.

[He holds the door open, the sun turning the sky pink and orange as it's impaled by the tops of the trees around them.]

[sentryslinger]

I can do that this one time.

[He heads outside, looking at the sky himself. It's very pretty, actually.]

[not_onyourside]

[Spy tucks his arms behind his back, staring upwards as they walk towards the shore.]

And I appreciate eet.

I wonder what our bosses would do eef we simply did not go back after zhis.

[sentryslinger]

Probably come lookin' for us, if I'm bein' honest.

[not_onyourside]

I suppose.

Zhey have zhese vans wezzout windows I am sure we would see driving down on us.

[sentryslinger]

Worse are the men in the vans.

[not_onyourside]

Ah, I take eet you have met zhem.

[sentryslinger]

Once or twice, when they've showed up at the base. They're even more dispensable than us.

[not_onyourside]

I zhink zhey are all zhe same person. Zhey have been clones somehow.