Evolve...Or Die Trying

A Snoopin' Snake

Spy took a drag off his cigarette as he approached the hallway that housed his, and the other mercenaries' rooms. He hadn't cased Crowley yet, but immediately moving into spy on... whatever Crowley was when he was in the room, was a bad idea.at least until he had a chance to study Crowley.

But with Soldier taking the reins on day 1, he figured he wouldn't be seeing Crowley any time soon. For how much Spy didn't get along with Soldier, he had to give the man's stamina its credit. If anyone could exhaust that animal, it was Soldier.

Spy remained silent as he pushed the door to Crowley's room open. He hadn't been expecting the room to be decorated, given that Crowley hadn't been there for more than a day. But for it to be this bare...was sort of depressing.

The only things Spy could visible see were a few knives on the desk, some sort of book, and a bed that almost reminded Spy of a bird's nest in the way it was set up. Spy's attention moved to the book on the desk, and he flipped open to the inside cover, where curled handwriting that he instantly recognized covered the surface.

"𝒯𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒾𝓈 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓉𝑜 𝓌𝓇𝒾𝓉𝑒 𝒾𝓃, 𝓈𝒾𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝐼 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒹𝑜𝓃'𝓉 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝓉𝒶𝓁𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓂𝓊𝒸𝒽. 𝒢𝑜𝑜𝒹 𝓁𝓊𝒸𝓀, 𝒞𝓇𝑜𝓌𝓁𝑒𝓎."

- 𝒫𝒶𝓊𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔.

Ah, Miss Pauling. Frazzled as she was, she clearly cared for the mercenaries, seeing how she was always getting them out of trouble. Not that that ever applied to Spy. Spy flipped through the pages of the book, but found them all bare, save for a few sentences on the first page.

I ᖯit somᥱoᥒᥱ.

I doᥒ't thiᥒk hᥱ's mᥲd, ᖯᥙt ᥱvᥱⲅᥡoᥒᥱ ᥱlsᥱ in. I doᥒ't ᖯᥣᥲmᥱ thᥱm.

Thᥱᥡ thiᥒk i'm ᥲ moᥒstᥱⲅ.

Mᥲᥡᖯᥱ thᥱᥡ'ⲅᥱ ⲅight.

Spy raised an eyebrow slightly. Crowley's thoughts were half correct. The only mercenaries who held some sort of grudge against the wolf were Scout, Sniper, and Spy himself. But the only one who saw Crowley as a monster was Spy. But could anyone blame him? Crowley was a wolf that had the ability to not only walk upright but talk. How is something like that not a monster? Spy put the book back down on the desk, and turned to look at the bed. He could just barely see the strap of the pack under the bed, and he kneeled down to grab it.

That was... until he heard the all-too-familiar sound of 6 barrels spinning rapidly, creating a humming roar that struck terror into any man unfortunate enough to be caught in the spray of her bullets.

Oh no.