RED's Day Out

Fran paused, arms falling to her sides. "Your team"? "Stunt"? Confusing enough on it's own, but then Zach suddenly became very interested in leaving. And his face...anything bad enough to break his nonchalant mask was cause for considerable alarm. Fran spoke, her voice low and her expression, wary. "Zacharie. What is she talking about?"

“Let’s go.” He said to Ruth, looking a bit too relieved that someone provided a good excuse for him to get the hell out of there as well. Zacharie did not expect Fran to join the accusatory party so quickly.

He took a moment to shoot a glance at Gordon, as if to ask him to maybe help control the situation. The spy quickly turned tail and started moving very briskly towards the entrance. He was going to be asked questions at some point, it was inevitable now, but people were starting to stare at them. To be honest, he never liked having so many eyes on him at once, despite his show-offish nature.

With Zach all but sprinting towards the doors, Fran had little choice but to shuffle after him. She kept her head down, avoiding the dirty looks the lady at the register gave her as she shamefully scurried by. Well. That could have gone so much worse actually. She had to cover her eyes when she stepped out into the unusually brilliant sunlight. It was a fine day, but a day she no longer felt like she could enjoy.

Curiosity was already eating at her like termites on a plank of wood. He was, of course, hiding something. By very nature of his line of work you could very well assume that he would never tell you the whole truth. By far his most maddening trait. The fact that she couldn't even read beneath his cool demeanor or see through the lies he wove so masterfully bothered way more then she even liked to admit. Because if there was one thing you can be absolutely certain about Fran, it's that if there is something in this world that she doesn't understand, she won't rest until she's uncovered its secrets. Her usual tactics were just no good in this situation. She couldn't exactly cut him open to figure out how he works.

Or...

Fran shook her head. No no, that would never work.

Fran marched frustrated and new clothes-less along the sidewalk, trailing a few feet behind the spy.

Gordon didn't show his mild surprise at this. In all honesty he wasn't surprised that Zacharie would do this..... He groaned with annoyance and irritation. Gordon turned to the Scout. "No." He replied bluntly. "We didn't." It looks like there was quite a bit going on. Fran was already going to interrogate Zacharie..... He looked around to see that the customers had gone back to shopping but still had some glances at them every now and then. He sighed. He was probably going to ask Zacharie some questions as well.

Zacharie could feel that Fran was behind him, he just knew it. He could hear her little familiar footsteps keeping up with his pace, it was almost intimidating. He didn’t even check to see if Ruth had followed him as he reached the front sidewalk, but he did make it a few feet past the store near an allyway. As he walked he pulled out his case to replace the cigarette he’d thrown away before going into the changing rooms. Stopping half way down the street, he turned with his lighter in hand, but was met face-to-face with a very cross Medic.

“Yes?” The spy now wore his trademark poker face, which perfectly covered his unease as usual.

“Oh that?” He said, lighting his cigarette casually as you please. Zacharie stood with tall and proper posture, not giving a single thing away, not even through body language. It was most important that he kept a cool head through all of it, don’t say anything unless asked. He didn’t want to give away any unnecessary information after all.

“I took some intelligence from BLU’s base, like I normally do. You know, my job?” He was trying his hardest not to grin a little at his good use of sarcasm, but he only raised an eyebrow instead.