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Spy held out a hand to his colleague. He had already said his goodbyes to the other mercenaries, he left this certain someone last because he was admittedly... nervous.
"It was nice working with you, Sniper."
Understandably, Sniper was upset. He clenched his fists, holding back the punches he so badly wanted to give the other.
"Are you fuckin' kiddin' me!?"
The gloved hand was pulled back, he winces at Sniper's outburst. A reply did not come out however, he expected him to be upset.
"I thought you bloody promised to... to come with me after our contracts ended!"
"Sniper, I was trying to keep it professional-"
"Everything's a fuckin' profession with you bloody spies."
"I-"
"Don't even try to justify it, you lyin' bastard! I told you everythin' about myself! I was bloody honest to you and you just had to ruin that!"
He stops to catch his breath and gulps. Shortly after, he looks down at his shoes, he doesn't even want to look at Spy anymore.
"It was nice knowin' you, Spy..."
Spy looks down at his shoes as well, it was for his own good. His identity could potentially be spread and as a spy, that is extremely dangerous.
"...But it would've been nicer if I didn't."