Every repost is a repost repost. By Engineer.

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Spy was reasonably sure that the engineer on his base was a vampire.

Now, he wasn't prone to such flights of fancy, but seriously. All the evidence pointed to it. The engineer was nocturnal (waking up in the middle of the night and working through the middle of the day; he never needed to be awake much past noon, to be painfully honest). He always wore a hat (a cowboy hat, too, not the typical hardhat). Never ate with them at dinner (He DID drink, which added to the suspicions for some reason). He ignored mirrors (Spy COULD see his reflection in it, but maybe the engineer- if he was a vampire- couldn't see his OWN reflection? It'd fit in the mythos if you squinted and turned your head a little!), and always turned down Pyro's spahgetti sauce, claiming an allergy to garlic (Spy knew someone who really was allergic. Tragically, he was an Italian). Not to mention the oddness of him never smiling with teeth showing. Had to be fangs in there. Or at least some crooked teeth.

However, Spy had to admit that he didn't expect to have such solid evidence plonked down in front of him. Or, rather, stomping his foot in an attempt to keep from yelling and grabbing a burned hand.

Engineer had tried to put Scout's book (Sports Almanac) away and grabbed the little saint's medal that he was using as a bookmark (Saint Rita, for the record). Spy knew that, as a vampire, religious symbols tended to sting a little. No way he could deny it now!

Never had he felt so smug (except for that time last week when he got Scout to run into a wall). He carefully slunk out from the shadows, offering Engineer his flask for a fortifying sip and pre-emptively tossing the offending book over on the other side of the couch as help. Engineer took it and had taken quite a sturdy pull before realizing what Spy'd seen and sputtering a little before rememebring to swallow.

"Aw, damn. You caught me- please, /please/ don't tell anyone? Please. I ain't hurting no one besides the bastards next door. I mean, sure I've nipped Snip-"

Spy held up his hand, cutting off Engineer before he could insert his foot into his mouth.

"Personally," he began, while lighting a smoke, "I don't care. I just wanted to know. It's what I do. Know things. You honestly think I would divulge what I know to the... plebes on base? Please. You know me better than /that/."

Engineer paused, opened his mouth (Spy noted with glee that there WERE fangs! Smallish, but he supposed maybe they could extend or something), closed his mouth, and nodded in agreement. Spy was just weird and nosy and liked knowing things. Maybe it was just a Spy sort of thing, hoarding tidbits.

Spy continued to look smug and puff on his smoke as he continued right over Engineer's thoughts. "And now I know. So I, for one, am going to /bed/. You ever get a hunger for something more exotic than a roofucking convict, give me a ring."

He finished smoking right as he finished talking (he was an expert at timing these sorts of things; learned it in school), put the smoke out, and did a neat turn on his heel before stalking off to his room.

Engineer was left dumbfounded and not quite sure what just happened. He frowned a little, shrugged, and then went back to checking around the base before popping out to bother the other side. He had his suspicions about the other team's Spy.