Red. What a disgusting color. Blood. The rivalry of my team, undenied for ages. Probably will be undenied forever if we keep fighting like this.
The BLU spy took a whiff of his cigarette and looked out the window. Busy streets, busy people. Typical France these days. I miss when it was simple, but life being exciting doesn't hurt every once and a while. He smirked to himself and put his cigarette out on his fancy receptacle that he bought at an auction twenty years ago. He stood up from his isolate chair and looked around the musky empty room. Without thinking about the bare house he was in, the spy departed from the wind silently deciding taking a week off work wasn't the brightest idea. It always gave him time, too much time. Time to reflect on things that should not be remembered. Memories that should not be embraced.
The streets were full of people, lots of faces, but none were familiar. The BLU spy honestly had not paid attention to the people of his home country for so long, he hasn't paid attention to many people at all actually. Except for him. But what was so different about the Aussie than everyone else?
No you're on vacation. Don't think about work. Don't think about the past. Spy always had a hard time dealing with things when he wasn't busy or when he was taking time to loathe on things that should not even be thought about. The man sighed and noticed a child dancing with a baguette. The hell? He made a disgusted noise and continued walking. Must be happy it's not raining for once…
It had already been four days spent in France and it had rained each and every day until today. What kind of timing for rain… my week off. C'est des conneries!
The smell of coffee roasting filled the RED snipers' nostrils as he woke up from a familiar voice.
"Aye dude you okay?" Scout was standing next to him looking a bit concerned but also a bit devilish
"Uh yeah mate. Just tired is all." He managed to utter, raising his head off the table he noticed he did not go back to the van last night, instead he passed out in the office. Damn. Knew I shouldn't have accepted some of demo's scotch last night.
RED scout walked away looking like he was full of pride, per usual. Asshole. Glancing around he noticed on the counter the coffee was perking and medic was pulling out mugs. Since when does he make coffee? Bloody wanker always bothers us about drinking coffee and how its bad for our health…
The RED medic turned around as if he sensed him thinking about the sniper.
"You're awake! Finally. I had to turn on this god forbidden machine by myself… everyone was complaining about no coffee. Tried to say it was bad but… everyone seems to be an ass without it." He stood straight and tall but his face hid how pissed he actually was
"Uh thanks I guess. I can do it from there doc."
"Ah yes thank you Herr sniper." He lingered for a moment before continuing "remember shots are today! Make sure you come and get it otherwise you'll actually die on that battlefield…" He lingered again before dismissing himself to his separate office
"Je voudrais un thé, s'il vous plaît"
"Oui, monsieur"
The BLU spy looked across the lake, clear blue water cluttered with various boats and love birds. How sweet, having the time of their lives in the city of love. Won't last for long once they're back home. He smirked to himself and noticed the waiter had brought his tea. Mon dieu he's good at being silent…. unless I've just let my guard down… He grasped the cup tightly, paying closer attention to the noises and movements around him. No you're on vacation you can relax… He relaxed his muscled and took a deep breath. Having to watch your back all the time was really a skill to master, not doing so could end your life. Change was hard, and thats why he planned to end his trip early and take a plane "home" tomorrow.