It was a dull day outside. No sun shined across the roofs of the buildings in Teufort, but rather a boring gray lingered. The Spy had just gotten himself a Cloak n' Dagger from his teammates, who managed to craft it with their items. It was a cheerful atmosphere, unlike the one that stood outside.
The Spy wanted to test out his new equipment by going and spying on the RED team. He put the watch on, placing his old one on a bench in the Spawn room of the BLUs, and went off to experiment. He quickly got used to how the cloak worked on the watch, and he effectively infiltrated the RED base.
Spying on the enemy team for him was not an unusual thing for him. He could find out secrets and strategies of the REDs, which sometimes really benefited the BLU team of his. Sometimes, they were phony, but he still got congratulated for being effective back at his base.
He decided to place himself in the corner on the RED base's room right outside the spawn area. He, however, did not expect to be caught on accident on this particular day. While standing in the corner, he could not escape the RED engineer that was moving into his area to begin placing his equipment down. They bumped together, and the Spy couldn't escape. However, he was spared by the Engineer who brought him into the Spawn, at gun point, of course.
It was dark in the RED spawn room, unlike the BLU spawn room, where there were always lights on. No, in the RED spawn, the lights were mostly off, and a large wooden table stood to the left of the room. The Spy was lead to beside the table, and the Engineer on the other side. The Engineer sat down in a chair, and began talking to the Spy.
"So, I caughtcha red-handed. What should I do with ye?"
The Spy gulped, expecting his imminent death. He could not run away, as he would be shot by the Engineer's handy pistol, so he tried to remain calm and talk with the RED Engineer, hoping he might actually get out alive.
"I know, how 'bout I reward ye with somthin'."
The Spy was not expecting this, and he shot a curious look at Engineer, who, seemed to be as calm as he would be ever.
"I'm tryin' conductin' business, not tryin' to kill ye." The engineer said, placing his leg on top of his other leg. He seemed to be telling the truth. After all, had the engineer wanted to kill him, he would've probably done so.
"So, I don't understand - what do I do?" Questioned the spy, pacing around his chair which he refused to sit down in, trying to figure out whether or not this was some sort of trick or not. He was not expecting what the engineer had to say next.
A grin stretched on the engineer's face. He uncrossed and put his legs on the floor, and walked to the back of the darkened room. A large crate sat in the back corner that the spy had not noticed before, covered in a thick layer of dust. The engineer took the top off and proceeded to shuffle inside of the crate, and eventually taking out 5 small fortunes and placing them on the table.
"It's simple; you eliminate your team permanently and let us reach the intelligence."
The Spy's eyes grew wide. Such a request was absolutely ridiculous. Killing his own team? Why, it was absurd in every sense! However, staring at the glowing hats on the table, the Spy's mouth watered from his burning desire.
"No," the spy stated solemnly, "I will not murder my team. I may be a mercenary, but I will notbetray my friends."
The engineer frowned and quickly returned to his crate. After several second another 3 unusuals lay on the table beside the original five. The Spy lifted an eyebrow and nearly drooled from the sight of glowing, burning, and enchanted hats on the table, but managed to catch himself and remain classy in front of his enemy.
"Look, ma fellow man," the engineer began sympathetically, "I know this is tough for ye, but look at it positively. Ye get a large fortune ye always desired, ye're able to finish yer merc career, and ye benefit us. It's a win-win situation for the both of us."
A droplet of sweat developed on the Spy's forehead as he pondered his dilemma. After all, the engineer was right, but on the other hand, how on earth could he commit such a horrendous act? The Spy's longing for unusuals got the better of him, though, and he agreed to his offer.
"So we have a deal?"
"Oui, we do have a deal."
The Engineer let out a hearty laugh as he shook the Spy's hand. The Spy, however, wasn't in such a bright mood. A larger-than-life task stood in front of him, and he didn't know whether he could go through it all. To keep his image, however, he smiled, and shook the engineers hand confidently. A phony smile appeared on his face.
"And just where have you been?" The soldier asked overly serious, just as always. The rest of the Spy's team sat in the spawn room. The BLU engineer was playing his guitar in the background, the Scout, Heavy and Demoman were talking to each other, the Medic was tending to his bird, the pyro was reading an Edgar Allen Poe novel, and the sniper was refilling his jarate behind the supply cabinet. All in all, the place wasn't particularly out of the ordinary.
"I've been in the enemy base. I detected nothing special, Soldier." Lied the Spy. The Soldier nodded affirmitavely and and returned back to the socializing group. The Spy sighed as he examined the room once again. These men would be dead in less than 24 hours. The whole lot of them.
Hours flew by like bullets out of his gun, whizzing past and in rapid successions. Soon, the sun was starting to set, and the BLU team went out of the spawn room to go about their business. The last person out of the room was the Spy. He pulled back the hammer to his gun in the shadowed room of the Teufort base, and quickly turned left, coming out on to the balcony, where the Sniper stood, scoped in on the enemy's balcony. When the Spy approached him, he lowered his weapon and gave the Spy a friendly smile, possibly to give him some encouragement. He had noticed back in the Spawn room that he seemed very letdown. The Spy returned the favor by also giving him a friendly smile. The Sniper nodded, and returned back into his scoped position. The Spy turned around 180-degrees, his back now towards the Sniper and his favorite revolver (The Ambassador) prepared for action. He quickly spun around and lifted his gun up at his head. The Sniper turned his head slightly and managed to murmur 'eh?' with a face of confusion and fear before a shot rang out throughout Teufort. The Sniper dropped his sniper rifle and fell down.
The Spy was surprised on how easily he took away the Sniper's life. No lingering hesitation, no uncomfortableness, just an easy pull on the trigger.
He lowered his revolver and shuffled back the way he came from, into the poorly-lighted room. Just past that stood a slightly tipsy Demoman, with his Sticky Launcher in hand. He looked at the Spy happily and went back to looking over the small courtyard. He must've mistaken the revolver's shot for the sniper's, hence not causing any suspicion. The Spy approached him and patted him on the shoulder. Examining the Demoman's work, he saw a deadly sticky trap placed below, easily capable of blowing up a person into bloody smithereens. This brought an idea to the Spy.
Continuing to pat his shoulder, now slightly awkwardly, the Spy slapped the Demoman on his hard enough to send him flying down into the courtyard. Due to his clumsiness whilst being drunk, he was unable to shield himself from the fall, landing on his face. He was barely moving, but he was still alive. The Ambassador was pointed at one of the stick bombs and fired. The exploding bomb caused another bomb to explode, which caused another one, and then another one, and so on so forth. After all 8 bombs were blown up, the Spy grinned from his success. There, in the corner of the staircase, lay nearly two parts of a Demoman. He was surely dead.
While the Spy approached the entrance to the stairs which lead down into the intelligence room, the image of the RED Engineer pulling out unusuals out of a crate reappeared in his mind. A sudden feeling of uncertainty came upon the Spy as he approached the entrance. Was it truly worth it?
Entering the seemingly small shack, the Spy saw that the scout was ascending up the stairs, with his favorite Crit-a-cola in his hand.
"Hey there, Spy." He mumbled as he took a sip of the cola. The Spy reached back to his revolver and pulled it out in a split second, pointing it directly at the Scout's face. The Scout began to spit his cola in surprise, but ended up spitting out mostly blood as he flew down the staircase, dead just like the Sniper and the Demoman were.
"Three out of the eight complete..." Thought the Spy to himself as he quickly descended the staircase and went past the corpse of the Scout. He accidentally stepped into his soda, which caused him to yell out loud 'merde. The Spy quickly regretted making that decision, because not a moment passed as he heard the familiar footsteps of the soldier in his boots and the Pyro.
"What seems to be the problem, private?" Asked the Soldier as the Spy quickly pushed back and motioned him and the Pyro to follow him away from the Scout. The Soldier and Pyro, however, were not interested in following him, as they were curious why the Spy had yelled. Panic ran through the Spy, as the pair approached the corner where they could see the Scout. He threw his revolver aside and flipped out his balisong. The Soldier glanced around the corner and started to yell "Oh my g-" but was immediately cut off by a blade which cut through his back. He made a
strange noise and fell into the Scout's cola, dead, and then followed by the Pyro.
A sense of relief flushed over the Spy, and he returned to pick up his Ambassador. As he picked it up, he heard something in the distance. Distant beeping and mechanical whirls. It was the Engineer with Equipment set up in the Intelligence room. A perfect place to carry out a murder.
He entered the room and saw the Engineer resting on his dispenser with a guitar in his hands as he tinkering with chords. He was so into his music that he didn't even notice how the Spy entered the room. This only made the job easier for Spy, of course. The Spy approached him and tapped him on the shoulder, slightly surprising him.
"Engineer, your teleporter seems to be malfunctioning."
The Engineer placed him guitar down and looked behind himself. Between the wall and the dispenser was cozily placed his teleporter, whirling in a shade of light blue.
"Huh?" Sputtered out the Engineer, as he took a closer look over his dispenser. He had to lean on both his sentry and dispenser to get a good look at the relatively small teleporter.
The Spy quickly acted by pulling out his revolver and shooting his fourth bullet into the area where the helmet wasn't cover his head. Without a word, the Engineer fell into that small pit and an uncomfortable crunching noise was heard. Even the Spy grimaced at the sound of it. He concluded that he must of broken his neck with the weight of his body and equipment on him.
Now that six of his teammates were killed, he felt a little shameful of what he had done. The words of the RED team's Engineer echoed in his mind.
Look, ma fellow man,I know this is tough for ye, but look at it positively. Ye get a large fortune ye always desired, ye're able to finish yer merc career, and ye benefit us. It's a win-win situation for the both of us.
Even though it made perfect sense back then, now it seemed to be a little flawed. Where was the win for him? He attempted to shrug the question off as he went up the ramp, but it wouldn't leave him no matter how hard he tried. Eventually, he just gave up on his futile attempts and focused on what he was asked to do. He jumped down a floor, and landed beside a heavy, who was caressing his Sasha in his lap while sitting some small, broken crates.
"Privet, little man!" He exclaimed in joy, finally seeing another human in the room. His gun was good, but even with his minimal intelligence, he could realize that talking to his gun was particularly stupid. The Spy gave a small head nod in return and began contemplating on what to do next.
"Heavy, there's enemies crossing the bridge towards us!" Lied the Spy, attempting to trick the Heavy. It worked, obviously.
"What?" He asked and stood up with his gun in his hands. He bounced towards the left exit and whirled up Sasha.
"YAAAAAAAAA!" Roared the Heavy, spinning and walking closer and closer to the exit. His signature roar was abruptly cutoff by the butterfly knife cutting his throat. He dropped his gun and threw his hands towards his throat. He turned around to face the Spy with his knife open in his hand, and tried to yell for help. He wasn't able to because in the next several seconds a knife went in and out of his belly several times. He fell on his knees, blood flowing out of him several places on his body. The Spy slowly raised his butterfly knife at the Heavy's chest, as they looked deep into each other's eyes. The blade swiftly cut through his ribs, ending the Heavy's life.
Now the only person left was the Medic, and the only reasonable place he could be was by his bird down in the sub-level. The Spy went down the staircase thinking only about the unusuals awaiting him after the final murder. The glory that would the unusuals, the statusof having the unusuals...
Now his feet in water, the Spy gazed into the distance to see a familiar figure sitting against a wall with a white bird. It was the Medic with perhaps his only true friend, Archimedes.
"Now now, Archimedes, nothing wrong vill happen," the Medic whispered to his white bird, "Everything vill be just perfect."
He gently patted his dove's head, and looked at the Spy, who stood in front of him, visibly stressed out with a bloodied suit and bewildered eyes.
"Mein freund, vatever happened?" He asked, wanting to help out a fellow teammate as the doctor. He stood up and grabbed the trusty vanilla medigun which was lying right beside him. The Medic pointed at the Spy, and started to heal him. This did very little to change the expression on the Spy's face, and literally nothing to his bloodied suit. The Medic was surprised. If this blood wasn't disappearing, then it wasn't his own...
The Spy raised his Ambassador for the fifth time and aimed at the Medic's head. The Medic's jaw dropped along with his medigun, and the fifth shot sounded through Teufort. The medic collapsed back into his prior position, and Archimedes landed on his shoulder just as he was sitting on it when the Medic was alive. However, when Archimedes heard nothing from the Medic, he let a soft cooing noise, trying to get the Medic's attention. No reply, but the soft cooing nosies continued. All that the Spy could do was watch.
He looked at his revolver and back at the medic. He dropped his revolver and began to cry. Not a soft cry, but manly tears. What had he just done? What on Earth had he just done? He had just murdered all his friends in cold-blood, and for what? A couple of hats?The pain was almost unbearable for him. He walked towards the lifeless body of the medic and pulled it with him, and went back into the spawn room. He than gathered everyone else the same way, and placed them in the spawn room.
Once all his teammates were in the room, he looked at them, left to right. There was the Scout, who was shot in the head and tumbled down the stairs. Then there was the soldier, who was quickly stabbed in the back, alongside with the Pyro who died the same way. Next was the demo in nearly two pieces, who was blown up by his own sticky bombs. Next was the Heavy, stabbed repeatedly when he attempted to protect the Spy by the exits. After the Heavy was the Engineer, who's neck was snapped and a bullet in the back of his neck. Then was the Medic, who was shot trying to heal the Spy. Then was the friendly Sniper who only gave the Spy a smile and received a bullet in return. It was a terrible sight.
A knock was heard on the spawn door, surprising the Spy. He approached the door, wiping the last of his manly tears only to find himself face to face with eight unusuals. He grabbed the unusuals and brought them inside. These were now useless to him. They couldn't be shown off now to anyone, they couldn't be sold to anyone, so the Spy carefully placed a hat on each one of his teammates. Precisely 8 hats on his eight fallen teammates.
He realized that with all of this done, he still had one bullet left in his Ambassador. He looked at his revolver, then at his lifeless friends, and then back to his gun. He couldn't take it anymore. If there was anything to do, it was to kill the murderer who had done such an unspeakable crime. Slowly, but surely, he raised the revolver to his head. He closed eyes and breathed out deeply. The last and final shot was heard across Teufort.