Pattering rain. Rough wind wooing. Roaring thunder. Flashing lightning…. He was wearing a dark blue hoodie with the hood over his face, with a one strap backpack on, and a dark black cargo pants fitted with dark blue running shoes. Scout had learned to love his comrades. They still busted each other's balls with harsh jokes here and there but he would never think of killing one of them…. Until now.
"I'm sorry Scout, actually I'm not. What I'm sorry for is that you don't understand the reason why." The Medic stated.
"It's not that I don't understand. It's that I don't care to understand. You turned your back on us you freaking prostate checker." Scout replied in a rather drab tone. His hands were in his hood pouch. They were at a field with a forest to the side with a town not too far off to the other side that was also visible.
There was silence between them until Medic spoke again.
"Sorry Scout but I think it's time I relieve you of your duties. You can peacefully retire." Medic said snapping his finger. Scout saw incoming rockets from multiple directions and hopped up. He bounced around the field with his amazing legs. Scout had acquired the ability to have insane hopping distance, he could soar up as far as two stories, and could cover a distance about half a football field. He jumped from position to position shooting some, and landing on others with powerful kicks. The whole time he kept his real focus on the Medic. Mid battle the Medic tried retreating and that was when Scout shot him in the leg and shot his Medi-Gun too disabling it. The battle ended as expected after some time. The real hard part was here now. Landing beside the Medic Scout drew his gun on him spinning the shotgun like it was a Winchester 87.
"You really don't understand do you…" Medic replied. Scout remembered all the good times he had with Medic, all the times they shared a laugh, the times Medic would cheer him up when he was missing home, the times Medic would give him good advice, the times he'd be there for him when he was heavily wounded, the times he'd risk his life to save him… Medic was a true friend. Scout gave a faint sigh.
"Give me a reason why then, before I shoot you and have another doctor write the inscription on your grave with crappy hand writing…" Scout insulted and demanded with his gun still trained on Medic's head.
"Why? Because our battles are staged! You think all these wars are happening over ordinary political reasons? Of course not, it's after an element called Australium. One which could prolong one's life. They want men like me who go against the grain dead and send their obedient hounds after us. All because they want to further the fight between these two fake sides so that we can find Australium for the side hiding in the shadows. Even if you do decide to let me go and or join me they'll come after you and it won't be one of our old team this time, they'd decide to use someone much worse…" Medic explained.
Scout could shoot him, get a promotion, or get the option to retire if possible if they were telling truth about that so he could go home. Or he could side with Medic who may be lying or may not be, and if he does side with him they know about Scout's Mom and her whereabouts and if they don't go after her they'd kill Scout either way so his Mom would never see him again. However siding with Medic if he was telling the truth would be the right thing so he could help fight against this veiled side between the Red team and Blue team. Scout stood still his gun didn't shake or waver, it continued to aim unsure at Medic's head. Continuing just the same as the rain continuing.