Memo 005: Pods

[prpl_assistant]

(After her conversations with Miss Ethelbert and the Captain, as well as her observations around town and the neighborhood, Miss Pauling quickly hurries back home and heads straight for the phone.)

Phone (filtered to the TF2 crew only)
Miss Pauling speaking here. This is urgent, are any of you around?

Action: around town with the BLU Medic(It's

Comments

[phone]

[bye_to_yer_head]

Somethin' wrong?

[bye_to_yer_head]

Hngh.

*He eyes the camper again, putting his palm against the hood. He sure misses his own Land Rover. Seeing this thing is making him homesick in the worst way.*

Foine. I'll go make sure they're all not droned alien things. I'll let you know what I find.

*Still holding onto the rifle, he slings the shotgun over his shoulder and opens the door of the camper to climb into the cab.*

How about we don't tell RED I was drivin' around in his ride. I don't need t' give him more reason's to come gunnin' fer me.

[prpl_assistant]

I won't tell him if you don't tell him I drove it. And if he ever does find out, just tell him you wanted to save the RED Engineer. He's pretty good friends with him.

All the best Sniper, and take care.

(With that, she's going to run back to town to join up with the Medic on their search for SCI-, I mean, an answer for the semi-drones.)

[bye_to_yer_head]

*He nods. And closes the door, running his hands over the steering wheel for a minute before heading on off to check on Engie.

For a very, very brief moment, he can pretend like none of this happened and he's back at home, heading to one of the bases. He resists touching anything in the camper he doesn't need to. He's not a Spy afterall, he doesn't want to pry into any of RED's personal stuff.*