"Oh my God you shaggy furry FUCK!" Scout yelled, bristling again, "I'm not a... whatever! Fuck you! I was apologizing! Bunnies lick! It wasn't me, fuck you!?"
Scout didn't sound as convincing as he probably should as he started to hop in his lopsided fashion, trying-to-walk-like-he-had-two-legs fashion. He didn't know what to say to their weirdo bird. It seemed to have a bad mood like the peg legged thing but he was quieter and less snotty when he did talk (or more, his accent was hard to really... interpret).
As they walked, Scout trying to keep up with the group (of the lot he was the smallest and so had the shortest legs), he considered what Engie had said. Spies were hard to find. If a Spy wanted to be found, he would instead make it look he had found you. Seriously they were slimey, good for nothing awful awful people. And the one they were looking for was a master of disguise. Hell, any one of these jokers could be that Spy. Hell, Engie could be that Spy! It seemed a little odd that he would say such good things about the Spy. None of them could be 100% sure of the others identity since they were all freaky animal things now. Scout didn't exactly look like himself.
The Spy Hall was only slightly less chaotic with the animal creatures as people attempted to relearn how to walk and talk and what they could do and what to be aware of. On the way to the Spy hall Scot was really starting to grasp how to hop, now pushing off the ground with both feet as he should. Keeping up with the group was considerably easier, even if he did sometimes push off the ground to hard and roll forward, ass over kettle. As they came to a stop at the head of the hall Scout did just that, landing with a thump against Engie's side.
"Ow, fuck... Yeah... Okay so maybe this won't work... Uh... Soldiers are sometimes in contact with Admin, yeah?" Scout asked, sounding a bit more desperate, "Seriously they know when stuff is going on, like when we have missions and crap... Maybe... Yeah, Maybe they know a bit?"
The last group he wanted to visit was the Medic’s. Hell he’d rather talk to a pyro and those guys didn’t even talk real words so far as Scout could tell.
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This Sniper was snarky but afraid of him. Since the Sniper was bigger than him and significantly more powerful at the moment, Red was happy with the situation as it was, or happy enough. If he could lose the snark Red would find that ideal but for now this would do. He would never forget the snark, or the Sniper, but he would let it slide until he had the upper hand again. Hell, for all he knew he may very well have the upper hand. The stinger on the end of his tail had not gone unnoticed after all, he just couldn’t be sure of its effects, if any. It could be more of a combination bludgeoning tool and stabbing weapon, or the round part could harbour some sort of venom or toxin. Even if he knew that to be a certain truth he could not know for sure the potency of it until he experimented with it a bit. Perhaps while he was at the clinic he would ask about any lab rats they might have. It could be worth the time to pick up a few and conduct some... experiments.
That or he could pick up members from BLU but really that was more of a pain than a solution at the moment.
“I wouldn’t want you dealing with anyone, Blue,” Red snorted as he comtemplated smoking a cigarette. Weren’t animals lungs more sensitive to abuse? He would hate to accidently kill himself but he lit up for less stressful situations than this. Well for now he would try and keep himself in check. Maybe today would be a good day to quit, “you’re not a stupid man but you have the elegance and the zubtlety of... hmm, well a giant raptor with a too-tall ‘orn protruding from itz face. Maybe it zuits you more than you know.”
Red chuckled while side stepping some... weird creature that looked like... Well no Red wasn’t even going to begin to describe its too-long arm and too-short legs and rocky growths. They were at the Clinic now, as suspected their were quite a few creatures in there. Red didn’t stop at the doors though. Instead he walked right past the clinic and around the corner where there was a door. The door had been meant for emergency exits but it was also used to pass out painkillers and other drugs, with and without prescription.
“Un moment.” The French phrase close enough to the English one as he asked for a moment. He tried the door handle, already knowing it was locked but even so... You can’t know unless you truly know for sure. His left hand balled into a fist which the other hand grabbed. He pulled his bent arm back and threw his elbow against the window of the door. Red had expected it to take a few hits but had not considered the jagged, rock hard growths on his elbows. Well wasn’t that just a wonderful adaptation. It seemed that whatever this creature was it had been made for B&Es; it had been made for Red.
Looking into the room he discovered that he also had superb night vision, the dark room beyond the window looking quite lit up for having all the lights off. Red did not see anything too obviously distressing so he reached in through the window and opened the locked door from the inside. The door squeaked a little but otherwise opened easily, letting Red enter the Clinic without having to go through the messy scene out front.
“Now Miseur Bull-In-A-China-Shop,” Red started, looking over his shoulder at the Sniper, “Watch where you zwing zhat ‘ead and tail of yours. I don’t want to ‘ear any “mind of it’s own” crap. It iz your body and you control it.”
Red moved forward through the room which consisted of tight aisles which were packed tightly with drugs. Red knew that, past the aisle, many medical files were stored in a little office. These weren’t the individual files of the mercenaries here, but they contained wider data on the health of RED overall, plus new technologies, research, and experiments. This wasn’t the first time RED had tested drugs on people, it was just the first time that they were so blatant about it.