Team fortress 2: world of magic and random crossovers XD

Admin admin admin... know better to trust spies

3rd person

"So even you don't know what we're fighting for? Shouldn't Spies know those things?" Pyro teased while the two rode up to their floor in the elevator.

"To my chagrin, I do not know everything. But, what I do not know, I eventually find out. I am a natural scavenger, a natural logician and detective. It did not take me much to hunt the suspect and form a logical conclusion based on my findings." he replied as they walked down the hall and into his room.

"Seems that way, after today. Should we alert the Administrator?"

Spy shut the door behind him and paused. The Administrator...if she knew that they knew and that they'd failed to alert her, she would punish them severely. Her seeming omniscience was intended to discourage any secrets, but he'd had a plan in mind.

A solid rapping of the wooden door resounded throughout the room. The two looked at each other quickly before Pyro cautiously answered it, Spy following her closely behind. After a glance through the peephole, she swiftly opened the door and ushered in the trenchcoated figure; it was yet another messenger.

The messenger promptly opened his coat to reveal a miniature television once again, and the image of the Administrator crackled onto the convex glass screen.

"Good afternoon, mercenaries. I viewed the press conference on television this morning, and I must say that you'd done a satisfactory job in concealing our identities. However-I noticed that the Spy disappeared somewhere in the middle..." she trailed off, instantly changing her countenance. "I would like an explanation."

"I thought I'd found a lead, a suspect in the crowd. I'd followed him, the lead turned up dry, and it was nothing whatsoever. A complete fluke," he spat.

The Administrator's piercing onyx eyes drilled into the Spy's for long moment. Despite the static of the television, her gaze was still highly intimidating-any average person would've cracked and fessed up. Fortunately, this particular man was not average and stood his ground, meeting her gaze straight.

"Are you sure, mercenary? You are positively certain that your suspicions were proven false?"

"Certain to the highest degree of certainty attainable," he replied without so much as batting an eyelash.

The woman with the cigarette holder burning in her hand did not look convinced. Despite feeling as though she should press on, she, much to Spy's surprise, did not. Her tone and expression reverted back from nasty and pressing to sickly saccharine.

"Fair enough. But remember the punishment for lying," she purred. "If you've done something wrong, a confession will warrant a lesser punishment than a malicious lie. You know that we're such good friends, and I do despise liars."

"I assure you, I tell the truth. We will do more investigating and will alert you of any of our suspicions by tomorrow night at seven."

Silence. The Administrator pondered his proposition before narrowing her eyes and agreeing.

"So be it," she acquiesced. "Of course, you will have information."

"Certainly," the Pyro chimed in with a nod.

"All right. I bid you good day, mercenaries. Cut the feed, Pauling."

The mousy, bespectacled assistant shut the camera and turned to face her boss. She looked nothing short of troubled, holding her head in one hand and taking a long drag of her cigarette with the other.

"Pauling, go check on the rest of BLU mercenaries," the Administrator commanded. Miss Pauling, slightly taken aback, took her cue to leave and did so.

Where did I go wrong? the Administrator thought. Was she doing this all for that...that ludicrous, overconfident, Australian chunk of muscle tissue? No, she was doing it for the sake of her company, the sake of the war, the sake of the world, and the sake of...the sake of that ludicrous, overconfident, Australian chunk of muscle tissue. How wrong she is...