Team fortress 2: world of magic and random crossovers XD

Over the world

3rd person

The messenger briskly closed the open flaps of his tan, oversized trenchcoat and left the hotel room without a word. Pyro found her palms were clammy and that she had started grimacing from nerves.

"Why didn't you tell her?" she asked after a long silence, glancing at the Spy from the corners of her eyes.

"I know better than to relay our intelligence to her. She has an ulterior motive, I can sense it."

"You mean you're risking our lives on a hunch?" she asked, a hint of incredulity in her voice. Spy, in return, leisurely retrieved a cigarette from his vest pocket, placed it between his lips, flicked the lighter underneath the end, and inhaled. After removing the cigarette and slowly exhaling a large cloud of tobacco smoke, his eyes pierced through said cloud and met hers.

"Tell me," he began, "have you ever looked inside the intelligence briefcases belonging to us or our opposing team?"

"No, actually, I haven't. I'd never gotten a chance to."

"I have. I am not so sure about the other Spy, but I know enough to have an idea of what is going on. In case you were unaware, the Administrator essentially controls the world, if you will."

"Pardon?"

"By proxy, she controls the affairs concerning RED and BLU, which are owned by Redmond and Blutarch Mann. RED and BLU are separate entities with numerous subsidiaries. She handles government affairs, has ties with most countries, large and small. Does this not sound as though she rules the world?"

Pyro stared at the floor, her eyes boring into it with such intensity that holes could be burned by her gaze alone. She brought her hands to her temples and turned to her colleague.

"How does she...okay. Never mind that," she sighed, "I-we can't just comply with her demands. I mean now that I know what she does, everything makes sense. Obviously, we can't take the shitstain way out and follow the mission as planned. We can't turn a blind eye to this. We've got to take her down."

"Oui, you've realized as well." Spy exhaled once again, smoke billowing out through his lips. "I'd been thinking about things. After this morning, I realized that what we are doing here is not just saving a figurehead for Australia, but, saving the world, if you will. What a cliche."

"You're damn right this is a cliche. You know, we came here to snipe an assassin and now here we are, world in the clutches of evil, all up to us to save the planet. Sophisticated French secret agent paired up with manly, bumbling killing machine. You never really think it'll happen to you. Then it does, and it's never really like it is on TV or the movies."

"We will do just fine. I'm not worried about us," Spy assured. Pyro raised an eyebrow at him.

"I am. In movies, they have everything neatly written out for them and everything goes peachy keen. Comically evil villain, big conflict, villain is defeated, heroes kiss in front of the explosion, they get married and have a white picket fence house with 2.5 kids, yadda yadda, you get the idea. For all we know, we could die a horrible death-or worse-carrying out this crazy idea of ours. It's the world against us."

"I only said it to placate you and boost your confidence. Has it worked?" he said with a smirk.

Recognizing the book in which Spy had taken a particular page from. Pyro rolled her eyes and sighed.

"Let's see." She ordered."Indeed."

"So, you see breifcase?" She asked." Oui, you?" Red Spy asked." I've known more than whats inside the briefcase, this is like portal (crossover) all over again," She muttered." What?" Red Spy asked in confusion." Its a similiar game only robots are playing," she muttered zooming onto spy and pyro