I dont much care for my teammates. They casually stand in the same corner as I am whilst cloaked, drawing all enemy fire in my direction and blowing my cover. Most of them see me and charge in first, rallying the enemy team and making my job very difficult if not impossible. Many of them wont allow me to cross the battlefield without rousing a heavy, revealing my existance and location. Fellow friendly spies seem to enrage a pyro then barrel straight for me, chased by a raging gout of flame at every opportunity. They are simply uneducated barbarians, far below the refined , noble persons us Spies are.
So if I see a fellow spy conducting business I let him be. Our job is hard enough in a casual pub game. We gotta look out for each other in this business.
I look forward to seeing all of you at our monthly Gentlemans meetings.