Scout had finally walked out on Soldier, not being able to take much more of his ramblings. So he retreated to the base again, looking for something to do. There was still 6 hours until any fighting would begin. BLU team didn't want to trade hats, Engineer refused to mention the events of last night and the day was getting very boring for the young runner.
He considered talking to Spy, but he was too busy scrubbing the food out of his suit. Apparently being French was hard, sleeping in fridges and everything. Stupid spooks... Being spooky. And gay. Especially that.
Scout had tried to speak to Miss Pauling, being the sexy thing she is. But she was busy filing some boring stuff to talk to him down the phone. Which was okay for him, because he was more nervous talking to her than the time he had to explain the missing toilet tissue ending up in his room. Damn that was awkward.
Anyway, he had decided to give Snipes a visit, because that sad bastard needs a social life. Plus his boredom was reaching new levels, he had actually considered... Reading... Just thinking about reading a book to Scout was like punching him in his manly nuts.
Scout was now at the ladder that reached up to Sniper's chill-out place. Which was unfair because Scout wanted a Chill place. Where he could put his hats... Weapons... Tissues... And such and so forth. So anyway, Scout began climbing the ladder, and within seconds he was up and outside the door to his place. Which confused Scout, who needs to be this high up?
The bostonian opened the door, which was usually locked. And entered the wooden hang out spot for the Australian. There was the typical assortment any person would have; magazines, photos, Jarate, a laptop with the Team Fortress 2 Archive open. Damn, Sniper loved himself some times...
"Snipes? You in here?" Scout called out. No reply. Scout hoped something weird wasn't gonna happen again...
"Scout!" Called an australian voice.
"Snipes?" Scout replied.
"Yeah, oi'm in the tub, can you see the large container near the chair, by the cabinet? It should be there." Sniper requested.
Scout looked around, and saw what he was requested to see. It was a large container, as Sniper said, and looked almost like one of those plastic tubs they have in the kitchen. Scout walked over to it, and out of curiousity, reached out to open it.
His hand grasped the side of it, and he slowly popped off the lid, in there was... Scout sighed... Sniper.
"Thanks mate." Sniper praised Scout as he got out of the container.
"Dude, you said you were in the tub." Scout exclaimed to the Australian marksman.
"Yeah, where I come from, plastic containers are called tubs." Sniper explained. He then exited the door and jumped off the ledge. Scout ran after him to see if he had actually jumped off, because that would've been funny. But it seemed... He was not there...
And that was the story of Scout encountering Sniper...