Team fortress 2: world of magic and random crossovers XD

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"That is a terrible idea do ours," crystal whispered. Spy nodded in agreement and went to inform the administrator. While spy abd pyro converse with saxton with his relationship with the administrator.

After that pyro sent her friend off which she met and bumbed onto a fan which rudely took a photo without permission.

Then pyro disguise her friend who budge in onto spy and pyro's romantic session into a swedian waitress. Just like crystal, she pulled the disguise perfectly.

"What the hell are they doing?" She whispered to herself in disgust spy hasen't come back from the administrator... it will probally take a whole day. I should have went, I know how to teleport! She thought.

Before long, seven in the evening approached. Like clockwork, the chime on the clock was met with a singular knock on the door. Pyro swiftly opened it, knowing exactly who was behind it. The same trenchcoat-clad figure swiftly moved in front of the group and turned on his television.

"Mercenaries? Can you hear me?" rasped the older woman from the monitor.

"We can hear you just fine," replied Pyro.

"Excellent. Who is this you have with you?" she asked with narrowed eyes.

"Greta Lindström. She's our witness," said Pyro.

"Ah, of course," the older woman purred, tapping her bony digits together. "So tell me, Greta. What do you know?"

"I see...man in crowd at press conference. He is tall. Dark. Handsome. Journalist, I am thinking, for Globe magazine. I see him snapping photos, asking questions of Saxon Hell-"

"Saxton Hale, you mean," corrected the Administrator.

"Yes, him. He seem very interested. In fact, I even see him go up to Saxton. Pester him, ask for information. Nobody else journalist do this. I see him hang around lobby for hotel yesterday and last night. He take surprise picture of Ms. O'Reilly. He seem very suspicions," concluded Nadine. Pyro and Spy fluffed up the story to try and increase its credibility.

"That man was sketchy. I didn't like the look of him. He wrote that article about me in Globe, too. His name is Donald Watson. Seemed the most interested of anyone at the conference. And he did ambush me in the lobby last night. Sneaky, calculating, menacing," said Pyro.

"Absolutely," added the Spy. "I even followed him around for a bit. He was asking others of Hale's whereabouts, along with the Pyro's. He drives a white, unmarked van with a New Jersey plate. I believe he is our main suspect. We just need a nail in the coffin."

The Administrator's piercing gaze danced between the three of them. While their story seemed sound, it held a hint of contrivance.

"You're absolutely certain? You aren't making this up, are you? You do understand how serious this mission is, don't you?"

"Without a doubt," responded Spy. "We are almost certain that he is the one."

She decided she'd take their word for it, but was about to do her own research. This mission had zero room for failure, and she would make sure of her own accord that it went off without a hitch.

"If you say so. You had better find that nail and shut his coffin, then," she said with a smirk. "Your hard work is appreciated. I bid you good evening, mercenaries. Cut the feed, Pauling." As the feed was cut, she whirled around in her chair and quickly went to work researching her employees' lead. Donald Watson, they said...The masked messenger swiftly fled the room and left three stunned musketeers in his wake.