Une Coup [Action+Video]

[meettheknife]

[Upon finding himself in the strange hospital, the Spy made two deductions.
One, this was not badlands, not at all. Two, the hospital staff are very attentive.
The first deduction did not take a great deal of skill to summise, the mere fact that he could not hear the angry screams of his colleagues was hint enough. He was quite sure that he was dead

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[bye_to_yer_head]

*Bark. Bark bark.

BARK BARK BARK BARK BARK!!!!

Bark bark growwwllll. Bark.*

[meettheknife]

[He nearly drops the device in surprise, then he frowns.]

Good day to you too...[ever the animal lover]

[bye_to_yer_head]

*He keeps right on barking and growling and telling Spy exactly how thrilled he is to see him.

Which is to say not at all.*

[meettheknife]

Don' you 'ave a leg to 'ump? Go on, shoo!

[bye_to_yer_head]

*Oh he shooes alright.

Marvel at this awesome feat of doggly power as he grabs the comm in his teeth and sprints off towards the hospital. Your days are numbered Spy.*

[meettheknife]

[Suddenly he can't see the furry menace, maybe it took his advice. He goes back to enjoying his smoke.]

[bye_to_yer_head]

*There's a clamoring in the halls and he barrels down, following the scent of Spy. Something along the lines of bad suits and cheap cologne.

He barges into the room, dropping the comm so he can growl with his hackles raised. Sure he's a small dog, but teeth are teeth.*

[meettheknife]

[Excuse me, there are no bad suits and this cologne is made from angel tears.

Still, he doesn't pay mind to the clattering, he'll find out what it is later.

It does sound fairly close though..He turns.]

Dios mío! Dogs!! [He shields hs beautiful face.]

[bye_to_yer_head]

*Damn right dogs! Feel the burn of this barking menace inching towards you. He's not gonna full on attack unless Spy does something. But he's also not going to shut up.

Enjoy the headache from all the barking.*

[meettheknife]

[He drops his arms when he realises he isn't being ripped to shreds.]

You seem awfully familiar.

[bye_to_yer_head]

*Damn right he does! He jumps on the bed and barks right in Spy's face.*

[meettheknife]

[He turns away and crinkles his nose]

Do you mind?

[bye_to_yer_head]

*His dog breath is probably better than his normal scent anyway. He growls and sits down, making sure Spy doesn't go anywhere.*

[meettheknife]

[He recalls something he read in a book long ago.

He holds out a flat, gloved palm for the dog to sniff.]

[bye_to_yer_head]

*He stares at the hand. What does Spy want? Why is there a hand in his face? A hand without a knife in it.

He sniffs it and then tilts his head.*

[meettheknife]

Zere, see? No need to bark.