Blueprints 003: Wolverine-mean

[hardhat_truckie]

Action: Morning, 1450 Mitchell Road and around.
(Engie's just happily working on his sentries again on the lawn. All seems well with the Texan. Wanna say hi?)

Action: Afternoon Around town
(Engie's now walking around town on his way to work. He's just opened the door to the bakery, actually.)

Action, locked to the BLU Sniper: Later, Garage(There'

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Action C, locked to the BLU Sniper at the garage.

[hardhat_truckie]

(If you happen to look around after the phone call, there's a pod underneath a car, Sniper. Wanna open it?)

[hardhat_truckie]

Nope, I got it.

(He's still trying to be cheery, at least to lighten up the atmosphere. But even he knows how fake he sounds. With a sigh, he just turns around to face the Sniper, looking tired.)

I'm just...I'm just a bit upset, that's all. My sentries are there to protect you, not shoot your brains out. I'm real sorry Sniper.

[bye_to_yer_head]

Ya don't have t' be. It wasn't you. An' it's not loike th' bloke shot me anyway. Jus' threatened to.

Don't.. don't worry about it.

*Wow, Engie is certainly taking this to heart. Which was strange to Sniper since they had only met a few days prior.*

I'm guessin' you'll wanna get th' mongrel outta yer house roight? You can 'ave this..

*He unstraps the shotgun from his back and hands it over.*

[hardhat_truckie]

(Engie looks at the shotgun, and once again there's that surge of bloodlust. He takes one step forward and makes to grab the shotgun, only for him to suddenly stop halfway and hesitate. There's this strange mix of frustration and conflict in his eyes, and if Sniper looks deep enough, there's a tiny spark of fear at odds with the longing for the gun.

Eventually though, Engie robotically reaches for the gun and takes it, but he holds it carefully, as if he's afraid that it'll go off on its own.)

Thanks Slim. Where'd you get this gun?

[bye_to_yer_head]

Got it from Miss Pauling.

*His eyes narrow dangerously before he releases his grip on the gun.*

Don't. Say. one word about it.

[hardhat_truckie]

(Engie blinks. At first he doesn't get it, but eventually he does. He manages a small smile.)

Wasn't even thinkin' about it pardner till ya brought it up. Don't worry, this ain't the time and place for it.

(Engie turns back to the dispenser and gets works on it. For the next ten minutes, there's nothing but silence as he sets it up. Eventually, though the dispenser gets done. It's a makeshift one, and definitely not one of his best, but given the tools and materials he had and his broken hand, it wasn't too bad. Engie placed his damaged hand on the machine and sighed as bone corrected itself and the wound sealed up, albeit slowly.)

Ya can come over Slim, it ain't gonna bite ya.

[bye_to_yer_head]

Hn.

*He's gotten enough teasing from Engie for the week already. Sniper pulls the bandage off his hand and slowly walks over.*

This thing gonna work on me?

*He put his hand on the machine anyway and hoped for the best, the damage to his knuckles stung something fierce.*

[hardhat_truckie]

Should work. I had ta do some reprogrammin', but I'm pretty sure I got it right.

(Sure enough, Sniper should be able to feel his hand get better from the dispenser.)

[bye_to_yer_head]

*He watches as the skin on his knuckles heals and patches over. Grinning he flexes his fingers.*

Well that's roight nice Truckie. Thanks.

*He hesitates.... but he needs to know.*

What're you plannin' on doing?

[hardhat_truckie]

I'm gonna go after the other me. If he's playin' with my sentries, than I need to stop'im before he really hurts someone.

(Engie slings the shotgun over his back, grim but determined.)

Snipes, does he just look like me, or does he have my skills with machinary?

[bye_to_yer_head]

Looks jus' loike ya. An' the sentries looked like sentries. I wouldn't be able t' tell a good one from a bad one, but it sure fires loike it's working properly.

[hardhat_truckie]

(So the sentries wouldn't target him then, if they were on automatic. That's good. Engie straightens up and looks over to Sniper.)

Alright, thanks Snipes. Would you...would you mind doin' me a favor then? I know that it's a lot for me ta ask ya, 'specially since I'm probably the number one person ya don't want ta see at the moment, but...

...if I don't manage to kill that fake, would ya mine doin' the honors?

[bye_to_yer_head]

I... Sure Truckie.

But there won't be no need, you can handle th' bastard.

*Snipes is strangely honored to be asked that actually.*

Supose you want t' go it alone?

[hardhat_truckie]

I...I guess so.

If ya come over, and, if he's still there, ya can do whatever ya want with'im. Ya can even take out my sentries if ya want. I'd probably have hidden one in the shrubs, one around the corner of the house, one in each of the windows of the second floor, and one in the garage. Don't go in the house if ya can, cause it's probably booby trapped. I learnt how ta make Demo's bombs, so I wouldn't doubt that he'd have planted some around.

[bye_to_yer_head]

*He nods.*

Roight. I wish ya luck. But I got every confidence in you. I better.. go check on Scout. I promised Miss Pauling I'd look out fer th' rest of the team.

*Not one word about it Engie.*

I dunno if I can handle Scout actin' the way your clone did. Liable t' just shoot th' bastard and have done with it.

*Granted whatever Scout would say wouldn't hurt as much coming from Scout... but Snipes is still pretty hurt and pissed off from earlier.*

[hardhat_truckie]

(Engie just nods. He's not in the mood for jokes, and he's far more worried about what he's actually going to have to do.)

Thanks. All the best to ya too Slim. Don't let them fakes get to ya.