Sniper sat up in his hideout for hours. The mindless action of pulling the trigger seemed to amuse him. He's been here for more than a few hours, if not days. He doesn't have much to look forward to.
Scout looked down at the blood on his blue tracksuit. If he walked past the friendly sentry, he'd get shot. The sentries were colour sensitive. There was plenty of friendly fire that Engineer constantly had to explain to Medic.
Scout looked for another way back to the base. He knew every pathway on this map. He had made a mental drawing of it. He ran through the mental map in his mind, but there was only one way to the base. He cursed under his breath and ran around looking for a place to hide until Medic would come for him or until Engineer moves his sentry.
He peered up at what looked like a musty old hideout. It had a ladder hidden in a hallway. The young athlete quickly climbed up the stairs and opened the trap door that was above.
Sniper heard a click, then a pounding sound. He spun around. The BLU Scout. What was he doing up here? The sharpshooter held the barrel of his gun to Scout's forehead.
The Bostonian tried to escape but Sniper had his foot on the trap door. He slowly backed away and set his bat down on a nearby crate.
"Look, man. I ain't here for trouble. I was just tryin' to find Medic." Scout took his backpack off as well, to show that he meant no harm.
"Why did you come up here?" Scout could smell Sniper's breath. It consisted of mints combined with cigarettes.
"I told ya already, knucklehead!" Scout flailed his arms and stomped his foot down on the wooden boards.
"You're one stubborn kid." Sniper moved a crate on top of the trapdoor and sat back down near the window. "Just leave your weapons over there and don't bother me at all."
Scout laughed and plopped down next to him. "What do ya do up here all day? I mean, ya practically live up here. I've never seen ya before down on the battlefield."
The Australian shrugged. "It's just nice up here." He adjusted his sunglasses.
Scout shivered. "It's too cold for me."
"Stop whining." Sniper slid his jacket off and threw it at Scout.
Scout caught it and glanced at it. He looked back up at the older man. "I don't need your charity, man."
"Just wear it and stop talking. You're distracting me."
Scout looked at it again. It showed true damage. It was terribly worn and had what looked like tiny cuts all over it. It didn't feel like leather, but it might have been. He slipped the jacket on and was hit in the face with the smell of cigarettes and gunpowder. It indeed felt a lot warmer with the jacket on, but had he deprived Sniper of its warmth?
Sniper started a conversation about how crazy the Pyros were. They continued talking until the mission was over.
