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.

Comments

[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.

[sentryslinger]

Maybe they've got a respawn of their own. There's a lot they're not tellin' most of us. You and I both know that.

[not_onyourside]

Eet would not surprise me.

I wonder how Miss Pauling deals wez such people. Or wez us.

Actually I wonder a lot of zhings about zhat woman.

[sentryslinger]

She puts up with a hell of a lot, I'll tell ya that. I don't know where they found her, but they got lucky. Not everyday that a girl like that who can deal with fellas like us comes around.

[not_onyourside]

Zhis place does not deserve her.

[sentryslinger]

I don't think it ever will.

[Time to head down the street, still looking at that picturesque sky.]

[not_onyourside]

She should buy a private island and retire far away so she does not have to babysit us anymore.

[sentryslinger]

I'm sure she could, but she probably can't get out any easier than we can.

[not_onyourside]

Eef anyone can, eet would be someone who knows zhe inner workings of zhe company.

I fear she ees far too loyal to zhe Administrator to ever contemplate leaving.

[sentryslinger]

Probably. Maybe she knows somethin' about her that we don't, somethin' that makes her stay.

[Further down the road are a few stores, as well as a crew setting up the pavilion for the fair that's due in town. Engie lets out a small sigh -- maybe they'll have to come back someday when it is in town. It's been ages since he went to a fair.]

[not_onyourside]

Of course zhe fair would be here far too late for me to get cotton candy. Or candied apples. Or funnel cakes.

[Idly he wonders if he could fill one of Medic's mediguns with batter and use them to make his own giant funnel cakes back at Double Cross. A project for another time.]

I should find out what eet ees she knows.

[sentryslinger]

I wouldn't, partner. That's just askin' for trouble.

[not_onyourside]

I hate to be one to admit defeat, but I am not sure even I could spy on Miss Pauling wezzout her knowledge.

I am even less confident about finding anyzzing out about zhe Administrator.

Maybe towards zhe end when I have nozzing left to lose I shall find out zhings.

[sentryslinger]

Lookin' to go down in a blaze of glory, as Soldier might put it?

[not_onyourside]

Not entirely. But eef I can find somezzing zhat helps all of use, eet would be worzh eet.