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The Engineer: (rolls up sleeves while he works)

The cloaked Spy:

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Spy gaming

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I really like this pic ...... It's like I can hear him whispering this next to me...

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TF2 VALENTINE'S WEEK DAY #1

Battlefield/Eachothers weapons

This doesn't match the prompt SUPER well, but I don't care. I was giggling the entire time drawing this.

(Couldn't be bothered to do a background o-o)

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Guh oh lord.

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“Burbon on the rocks… I can pay for my own drinks.” He adjusts his hat and taps his fingers on the table. The red spy had given him a good offer, but the lack of price is concerning. Still the red spy only knew that he didn’t want Beaumont around. He didn’t have a name, he didn’t have a face. he did have eye colors. It’s not everyday someone meets a spy with his eyes. Still, Jules had enough plausible deniability. His mind was a spiral going over the same thoughts again and again.

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Jules normally is not one to stoop so low as to blackmail someone who didn’t deserve it. Still he was in a bad spot. A man from his past started poking his nose around teufort and would soon find his way to carrison. The spy couldnt allow that. His job was nice and for the first time in a long time he felt safe. he did not want his team back at the diner to catch any word of Atticus knew. So the spy claimed to have a job outside of town and went down to teufort to meet up with a colleague. This particular spy he was meeting up with not only worked for a different employer but worked in a different state, creating enough distance to feel comfortable.

Jules felt bad about the blackmail. He didn’t know this other man, however he needed the help. Atticus was in teufort and this other spy surely wouldn’t mind helping getting rid of him in exchange for the dirty pictures. The blu spy leaned forward against the wheel of his little car. Staring into the windows of the bar they had agreed to meet in. This was going to be exhausting to say the very least.

(Sorry it took me so long to start this little plot line between Jules and Lucien)

The Spy exited his sports car, sunglasses still on his nose. He asjusted his suit and went to his counterpart dressed in blue.

"You must be the person I am meeting."

He removed his sunglasses and extended a hand for Jules to shake.

"Shall we discuss this matter inside?"

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“… preferably dead but that might reflect badly on me… if it’s even me he’s after. They might realize I am here.” Jules sighs taking a drag of his cigarette before pinching the bridge of his nose to try and push down his nerves. Lucien seemed geunine but that could be a lie. It all knotted up inside of him making his brain hurt. It didn’t help that he had to get the pay stubs for his team done next week and- “I cannot look into it without risking them finding me, hence why I needed you.” Jules interrupted himself doing his best to stay calm.

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Jules normally is not one to stoop so low as to blackmail someone who didn’t deserve it. Still he was in a bad spot. A man from his past started poking his nose around teufort and would soon find his way to carrison. The spy couldnt allow that. His job was nice and for the first time in a long time he felt safe. he did not want his team back at the diner to catch any word of Atticus knew. So the spy claimed to have a job outside of town and went down to teufort to meet up with a colleague. This particular spy he was meeting up with not only worked for a different employer but worked in a different state, creating enough distance to feel comfortable.

Jules felt bad about the blackmail. He didn’t know this other man, however he needed the help. Atticus was in teufort and this other spy surely wouldn’t mind helping getting rid of him in exchange for the dirty pictures. The blu spy leaned forward against the wheel of his little car. Staring into the windows of the bar they had agreed to meet in. This was going to be exhausting to say the very least.

(Sorry it took me so long to start this little plot line between Jules and Lucien)

The Spy exited his sports car, sunglasses still on his nose. He asjusted his suit and went to his counterpart dressed in blue.

"You must be the person I am meeting."

He removed his sunglasses and extended a hand for Jules to shake.

"Shall we discuss this matter inside?"

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he always looks at her with a loving gaze

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Jules settled himself on the seat, adjusting his coat and fiddling with his golden watch. There was a long moment of assessment. His eyebrows shot up and his lip twitched staring blankly at the red spy.

Jules took the cigarette. Not his typical brand but smoking would help his nerves. Part of him wondered if his red counter part laced the filter with some kind of poison. However there was no bitter taste as he rested it inbeteeen is teeth. “I apreciate your cooperation but don’t think I’m letting my guard down.” Jules flipped open a silver engraved lighter and lit his smoke. Taking a long puff before gesturing at the red spy with the lit end.

“Men like us don’t do things for free. If you made every decision based on the sights you enjoy you wouldn’t be a spy, you’d be an artist. I don’t trust your pity, what do you expect from me? Are you just acting calm to get my gaurd down? Is this a set up? What is your plan here?” Jules punctuated his words with a wave of his hand.

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Jules normally is not one to stoop so low as to blackmail someone who didn’t deserve it. Still he was in a bad spot. A man from his past started poking his nose around teufort and would soon find his way to carrison. The spy couldnt allow that. His job was nice and for the first time in a long time he felt safe. he did not want his team back at the diner to catch any word of Atticus knew. So the spy claimed to have a job outside of town and went down to teufort to meet up with a colleague. This particular spy he was meeting up with not only worked for a different employer but worked in a different state, creating enough distance to feel comfortable.

Jules felt bad about the blackmail. He didn’t know this other man, however he needed the help. Atticus was in teufort and this other spy surely wouldn’t mind helping getting rid of him in exchange for the dirty pictures. The blu spy leaned forward against the wheel of his little car. Staring into the windows of the bar they had agreed to meet in. This was going to be exhausting to say the very least.

(Sorry it took me so long to start this little plot line between Jules and Lucien)

The Spy exited his sports car, sunglasses still on his nose. He asjusted his suit and went to his counterpart dressed in blue.

"You must be the person I am meeting."

He removed his sunglasses and extended a hand for Jules to shake.

"Shall we discuss this matter inside?"

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He can’t help but growl a bit when he first saw the car. Do you want to get noticed? That’s so, tacky. Jules bit his tounge deciding it best to not insult the man at first greetings. Although now he felt a little less bad about the blackmail. He got out of the car and extended a gloved had shaking the red spy’s. “yes we should discuss this inside. I already reserved a private room in the back.” Jules tilted his head slightly “don’t expect me to buy you drinks, this is purely business…” his tone as exasperated and defensive. His eyes a suspicious glare, watching the other spy’s body language closely.

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Jules normally is not one to stoop so low as to blackmail someone who didn’t deserve it. Still he was in a bad spot. A man from his past started poking his nose around teufort and would soon find his way to carrison. The spy couldnt allow that. His job was nice and for the first time in a long time he felt safe. he did not want his team back at the diner to catch any word of Atticus knew. So the spy claimed to have a job outside of town and went down to teufort to meet up with a colleague. This particular spy he was meeting up with not only worked for a different employer but worked in a different state, creating enough distance to feel comfortable.

Jules felt bad about the blackmail. He didn’t know this other man, however he needed the help. Atticus was in teufort and this other spy surely wouldn’t mind helping getting rid of him in exchange for the dirty pictures. The blu spy leaned forward against the wheel of his little car. Staring into the windows of the bar they had agreed to meet in. This was going to be exhausting to say the very least.

(Sorry it took me so long to start this little plot line between Jules and Lucien)

The Spy exited his sports car, sunglasses still on his nose. He asjusted his suit and went to his counterpart dressed in blue.

"You must be the person I am meeting."

He removed his sunglasses and extended a hand for Jules to shake.

"Shall we discuss this matter inside?"

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Atticus Beaumont. He lives in your area I’m sure you’ve heard of him- bit of a narc. We can discuss this further in person Mon Ami.

Bonjor- I may or may not have certain information you do not want to be shared. However I may be convinced to withhold this with some Persuasion

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Well it depends. What is this information you think you hold above my head?

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J'ai des photos de toi dans ce petit motel juste à l'extérieur de la frontière mexicaine. <3

peut-être devrions-nous en discuter autour d'un verre. Je ne suis pas un monstre.

I’m willing to trade, if you tell me something just as juicy I might not pass this information along to my superior officer.

Bonjor- I may or may not have certain information you do not want to be shared. However I may be convinced to withhold this with some Persuasion

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Well it depends. What is this information you think you hold above my head?

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Eaughhhhhhh

Headache

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[ @rengineer ] "Merry Christmas, ya miserable lovebird."

No idea what you are talking about

But marry Christmas