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Chapter 17

As soon as you closed the door you came face to face with Spy. He smiled mysteriously when he saw you.

'Bonjour, mademoiselle. Off to get lunch too, oui?' He said charmingly with a small bow.

'Uh...yeah.' You said, slightly mesmerised. He was treating you like you were some celebrity or something. 'You as well?'

'Bien sur. It is midday, is it not?' He said, with a raised eyebrow. You glanced at your watch - 12:09.

'Nine minute past, actually.' You said sarcastically, and he scoffed.

'Same zing. Marche avec moi.' He said, gesturing down the corridor.

'I don't speak that much French, you know.' You said, hands on your hips. 'Translate, please.'

'Of course. I said "Walk with me".' He gestured down the corridor again.

'Oh...uh, sure thing!' You smiled, shutting the door to your room. As the two of you walked down the corridor you noticed he had an extremely good posture, though a bad smoking habit. He pulled a cigarette from an inside pocket of his suit and lit it expertly.

'You know smoking isn't good for you?' You said, with a raised eyebrow.

'Of all ze zings you choose to remember, you remember zat?' He replied, blowing a cloud of smoke into the air. 'You know zere are plenty of zings you do zat are not good for you.'

'Like what?' You said, confident he was just making that up. You took pride in your health.

'Eating bananas. Even zough you would 'ave to eat hundreds of thousands until you actually died, zey contain potassium. Radiation.'

'I haven't eaten a banana.'

'Maybe not in zese past few months, but maybe before zat.' He smirked, but you just folded your arms over your chest.

'No, I remember that I don't like bananas.' You said. As far as you could remember (which was not very far) you hadn't touched a banana for a while. It was probably because someone had told you that they contained radiation when you were younger, and scared you so much that you never touched them again. 'Helpful information, that.'

'It's a start, at least.' Spy said reassuringly, blowing an impressive smoke ring into the air. He noticed the look of awe on your face and smirked. 'It takes some practise to do zat.'

'I...I...' You stuttered. You were trying to tell him it was bad to smoke, not impressive! 'It's still not good for you. Don't blame me if you get lung cancer.' You huffed, narrowing your eyes at him. Thankfully you'd got to the mess hall, so your ridiculous conversation didn't need to continue any further.

You stopped outside the door just as a loud crash echoed from within. 'The hell was that?' You turned to Spy, who had a look of distaste on his face.

He swung the door open, pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed loudly. 'As I expected.' He muttered.

You peeked inside from behind Spy - Scout, Demo, Engineer, Pyro and Soldier were lying on the floor, many beer bottles and and a deck of cards scattered around them.

'They were 'avin' a drinkin' game. Didn't go well.' Sniper said, twirling one of the cards in his hand. 'Speakin' of drinkin', I was down at a bar the other day. Met a guy. Seemed a bit crazy, looked like 'e 'adn't got a good nights sleep in a few months. Anyway, 'e claimed 'e was lookin' for a woman named (Y/N) (L/N).' He looked at you pointedly.

'(Y/N) (L...Oh! That's me! I, uh...forgot.' You said meekly. 'So uh...who was this man?'

'Said 'e was your dad.'