The cold wind blew on the desert like background under the starry nights, it was only a few moments after twilight before Spy decided to go out for a visit. He saw the Sniper's van not far from his base, typical. Spy twirled his already lit cigar in his mouth as he approached the van and knocked the door, "Mick?" he called out, "Have any time to spare?"
It was a rather slow day for him, there was no battle for that day and he had been lounging around in his van all day. Wasted time. Another day well-spent, ha. Within a small, cramped—yet comfortable space like his van, time flew by unnoticed. He wasn’t exactly dozing off when he heard the knocking, but it did felt like waking up from a nap when he got up to answer the door.
“Yea’, yea’, hold on,”He opened the door, mildly surprised to see who it was.
“What’cha needin’, mate?”