Ah Scout… sometimes you wanted to punch his face in. Specifically at moments like this. You two had gotten the intel briefcase, you currently driving your ass off getting back to the hideout and what was Scout doing? Drooling over Miss Pauling. Of course. It annoyed the shit outta you, so much you said bye to Pauling and hung up the communicator. Scout looked offended.

“Hey! What’d you do that for?!”