Team fortress 2: world of magic and random crossovers XD

An offer they can't refuse

I had a part accidentally deleted, Ill get it back soon

3rd person

"Ah! For once, my messenger was not brutally slaughtered. It appears that I might save money on these televisions, after all," she cackled. Spy and Pyro quickly glanced at each other.

"Now, mercenaries. I told you I would follow through if the mission was successful. I am here to tell you of the handsome reward you shall receive in the event that you do not fail me." The Administrator pulled up a file, shuffled around for a paper, and pulled it out.

"And, so. In the event that you two successfully  manage to bodyguard Sir Saxton Hale AND take his would-be assassin in, dead or alive, you shall both receive your year-end paychecks, a parting salary in the sum of ten million US dollars, and a prematurely terminated contract...with absolutely no strings attached."

Both Spy and Pyro went slack-jawed at this prospect. A no-strings-attached contract with a parting salary that could allow both of them to never work again? It sounded far too good to be true.

"While we are appreciative of such a highly generous reward...how do we know you will keep your end of the bargain?" Spy asked.

"Oh, Spy! Accusing me of such a dreadful thing! I would never do anything to endanger our close friendship, now would I?" the Administrator sneered. Spy played along. "I suppose."

"Splendid. Remember your incentive now, mercenaries, and I certainly hope you are well-prepared. Because if you fail to protect the Mr. Hale…well, we'll discuss that later, shall we? Anyway, I'll be seeing you," she rasped. "Cut the feed, Pauling."

The small screen went black as their boss' live broadcast ceased and the messenger's trench coat closed. He nodded and disappeared nimbly, without a trace. Several minutes of silence passed as the pair stood still, absorbing what they'd just been told. Pyro was the first to react, holding her head in her hands.

"Uh...what? What the actual fuck just happened?" She asked.

For once, not even the Spy was quite clear on what had just taken place. Was that woman serious? Was she really going to cut their contract just like that? It seemed very fishy to him, for her to just give them such a downright substantial reward. Then again, he'd done plenty of digging she and Saxton Hale went way back, even dated at one point. For her to be so protective and slightly bitter about the whole thing didn't come as much of a surprise.

"I am not as certain as I would like to be. It seems very, what's the word, strange? Fishy? For her to be simply giving us such a generous reward. But of course, she and the slab of mustachioed Australian muscle mass were very close at one point in time."

"So I've heard. This is really, uh. Really some food for thought," she muttered. "You can say that again."

"This is really some food for thought," she said impishly. "Such a rapier wit," Spy snorted. "What am I going to do with you?" "Not backstab me, I hope." "Of course I wouldn't."

"Yeah? Why wouldn't you?" "For obvious reasons, of course." "And what are those reasons, huh?" Pyro playfully urged, hoping to elicit some sort of reaction. Well, she was a teammate first and foremost. And a woman that piqued his interest very much.

"They are such obvious reasons that pointing them out to you would just be an insult to your intelligence," he fired back matter-of-factly. At this, Pyro simpered, deciding to cut him short again. Oh boy, that would throw him for a loop. He wasn't the only one could toy.

"Yeah, you're right. Okay, fair enough."

Okay, fair enough? Just like "seems legit?" This shit again? He'd expected some sort of fiery retort and even had another prepared. Why was this woman so maddeningly hard to predict?

"Well, I'm gonna head back inside, for real this time as long as there isn't another messenger waiting to pop out at us," she said, still in deep thought from the proposition.

"Oui, as will I," Spy agreed, with a wave. "Bonsoir."

"Bonsoir!" she replied, with a short wave in return. At that, she closed the door. Spy stuffed his gloved hands in his pockets and walked back to his room. He had a lot to think about. Anyway, red spy was really drunk and crystal had to help him, a girl carrying a guy? Seems wired...