Also including the secondary post of awesome. - - - Fog clouded the compound, the same fog that had canceled any battles for today. But that did not mean the RED base was free of predators of men. Medic swallowed. The silence was deafening. He absent-mindedly tightened his grip on the Bonesaw out of habit, then stopped as he reminded himself of the man standing behind him. Spy chuckled. “Well, mon ami? You ‘ad somezing to say?†He was at once simultaneously chilled and infuriated. He wanted to spin around and face the other man, to grab him by the throat and cut off that nonchalant, deceitful voice, to slap the always-present cigarette from Spy’s lips and pin him to the ground and demonstrate all the fine points of a Bonesaw. But he knew that he wouldn’t even make the first step beyond the turn. There was too much evidence of Spy being a- a, a… He cursed himself inwardly. Damn his stupidity. Damn his inquisitiveness. Damn his sense of obsessive cleanliness and order that had led him to inspect his medical supplies too closely. So he obliged Spy and took a deep breath. “You ah impossibly fazt to disappear from the battle. Your skin is hidden by the clozing that you wear und you ah ice cold. Your eyes ah blue und zometimes you speak like- like a complete frog. You nevah eat or drink anything save for those cursed cigarettes, you don't go out in the sunlight und skulk in shadows.†Medic paused. This next sentence could get him killed. “How tall are you?†“One hundred and eighty-four centimeters,†came the answer from behind. “Und how much taller ah you without your disguise?†Ice made so very thin. Medic could practically hear the skin of Spy’s lips stretching into a smug smile. “A bit more.†“I know what you ah.†“So say it. Out loud,†the other man commanded. “T-tentaspy.â€