Team fortress 2: world of magic and random crossovers XD

Snipahhhhhhh?!

3rd person

"If that's so, Mr. Hale, then who's that woman standing next to you?"

"THIS HERE'S MY NEW LADY FRIEND. NAME'S O'BRIEN-PHOEBE O'BRIEN!"

A quiet gasp was shared amongst the crowd before a loud explosion of flashbulbs and questions fired off once more. Suddenly, another voice piped up from within the elevator.

"EXCUSE ME, CAN YOU GUYS LIKE, STOP BEING SO RUDE AND PUSHY? THIS ISN'T A BARN HERE, KAPISH? WE'RE NOT ANIMALS. WHAT ARE YOU PEOPLE BECOMING?"

Despite the volume of the reporters' questions, Spy's-ahem,Fabio's voice resounded throughout the lobby.

"Who are you?" called the voice of another nosy journalist. Spy stepped into view, completely and very convincingly disguised as a stylist. He scoffed and rolled his eyes, as if he expected them to know already.

"Ms. O'Brien's stylist and assisstant, um, duh! Now shoo, you nosy little urchins! These poor, poor people have had a long day and they just wanted to get their room keys! So inconsiderate!" he huffed, running his fingers through his wig impatiently.

"ER, YE! YOU HEARD HIM, BLOKES, MOVE ALONG, MOVE ALONG. NOTHIN' TO SEE HERE."

Thus the once-thriving crowd began to disperse. Saxton and his team made their way towards the front desk, and upon retrieving a key to the fanciest suite available, headed back to the elevator to go upstairs.

"Have a good night, Mr. Hale. Tomorrow is a busy day," Pyro bade him as she made sure to drop him off safely in his room.

"PLEASE, SAXTON IS FINE IN PRIVATE," he attempted to whisper.

"Saxton," she said, the name itself feeling very strange on her tongue. "Goodnight, and please be careful!"

"THAT ASSASSIN HASN'T GOT A CHANCE IN BLOODY HELL! GOODNIGHT TO YOU AS WELL, SHEILA!" Sigh... Crystal nudged spy's arm, he was daydreaming about sniper again.