Friday Nights

Team Meeting

Both Medic and Scout were trying to hide their own laughter as they sat, Medic's smile was so large it was beginning to make Spy uncomfortable.

"Right now, better get started." Engineer broke the tense silence in the room. "You can probably tell by lookin' not everyone is here this morning and that is for a reason. We had to have this meeting before he woke up." Scout let off a snicker and Engineer gave him a look.

Spy cautiously looked around, someone was missing, Sniper.

"So what exactly about the Bushman has you all interested enough to bother me this early in the morning?" Spy cocked an eyebrow and crossed his arms.

"Well, today is Friday, though I am sure you already know that." Spy rolled his eyes and gave a simple "get to the point" look. Engineer swallowed before continuing. "We have all realized that every other Friday, Stretch disappears for hours. We were hopin' you would be able to figure out exactly where he goes Fridays, were all pretty damn curious."

As if by magical intervention, all of Spy's interest was gone. They were all willing to bother him this early in the morning just to find out what someone does in their free time. Spy couldn't care less what the bushman does when he is bored, knowing him it is something involving urine filled jars. He rubbed his eyes with his thumb and forefinger.

"So, just to be clear, all you men want is for me to spy on Sniper because he won't tell you what he does on Friday nights?" He unfolded his arms and placed them on the table as he stood, ready to leave. Spy looked at each of them individually, he could see their hopefulness that he would do it fading.

Medic averted his gaze as he spoke, "Vell, it's not that he von't tell us-"

"You haven't asked?" Spy's eyes had gone wide. He could not believe they wanted him to spy on a coworker for information he would give up willingly.

"Well it ain't like he's an open book Spy. Have you ever tried talking to him about his personal life? He hardly speaks!" Scout hit his hand on the table. Spy thought for a minute and he realized that the boy might be right. Sniper is far more of a listener than a talker himself, his occupation demands it.

"Listen, all we know is that around six pm every other Friday he takes off in his van, and on average won't show back up at the base until three or four am." Engineer was clearly trying to keep the peace in the room, he knows that if they piss off Spy enough he won't lift a finger for them.

"The bushman probably goes hunting!" This was getting ridiculous. Spy recrossed his arms and sat back in the chair, the squeaking of the seat only adding to his frustration.

"At night? And comes back with no kill every time?" Heavy's voice was booming enough to gather the attention of everyone in the room. "Seems unlikely, Sniper is good shot, wouldn't miss a kill even in dark." The other men in the room nodded and mumbled in agreement. Spy shot Heavy a look, it is fascinating that even Heavy is interested in this. Heavy could tell what Spy was thinking from the look in his eyes. "Doktor won't stop mentioning his interest, so I am curious." He glanced at Medic and he smiled at him.

"If I may ask," Spy started, "why exactly are each of you fascinated with this?"

"Come on Spy, are you not just a little bit interested?" Scout gave him a sympathetic smile. "We are all makin' bets on what he could be doing! My guess is he is doing secret missions, where he won't tell us because it pays really well!"

"I am bettin on he does some real pansy shit that he would be embarrassed if it came out! Spy you gotta find out whats he doing! Do us a favor lad!" Demo spoke for the first time, despite it being seven am he is already slurring his words and has a scrumpy in hand.

The Frenchman looked around the room and let out an exaggerated sigh. Even if he thought this is far too idiotic for his expertise, he knows they will not let up until he agrees.

"Will I be paid for this?" He rolled his eyes as everyone else became restless in their seats.

"Five hundred bucks." Scout had a very large grin on his face. Spy's head flipped to his direction.

"Five hundred?! Just to see what he gets up to?" Spy was almost offended at the amount offered, he knows he is good but five hundred for such an easy job is absurd. The rest of the group simply nodded agreement with Scout.

"Ve know you Spy, you vould stab us if ve vent too low. Better to go high." Medic said rather matter of factly, he was really hoping Sniper was hunting and he could take the organs for his latest experiments. That after all would be the only reason Sniper doesn't bring the animal back to the base.

Spy gave one long look at the men gathered before him before giving a small chuckle to himself.

"I will do it if you promise to never wake me at this time again." He smiled to himself at the table as the rest all celebrated their victory of convincing the most unconvincible man in the world to do something for them.

Spy on Sniper, see what he does on a Friday night. He doesn't even have to know Spy is there, this is the most lightwork assignment he has been given since he started at ManCo. How hard could it be?