The air was hot and dry. It was getting to the middle of summer and the temperatures in the gravel pits were steadily rising every day. Footsteps tromped overhead as the firebug swam under the bridge in to the enemy base. They couldn't exactly tell if in was their team, or if it was the reds, but Pyro was sure it was a scout and soldier. The pyro waited in the tunnel for a moment as the splashing sounds calmed a bit and, after not hearing the beep of a sentry, continued on their marry way to the depths of the RED base.
They waited for a moment for a freshly respawned demoman to charge out the front gates before proceeding. Once they reached the opening, the pyro made a quick right up the stairs. Yes, it would be easy enough to turn left and head for the intel, but pyro knew it wasn't their job. Besides, what if they actually had gotten the intel? The pyro knew they were nowhere near fast enough to get away from an enemy, and it was nearly impossible to get past a sentry on your own.
No, getting the intelligence was not the pyro's job, but they had an equally important one. Pyro stepped lightly onto the balcony of the RED base after waiting and listening for the respawn room to clear out, and of course he was there. He always was, sniping was his job after all! A quick air blast sent the Australian flying in to the opposing wall, just in time to make him miss the BLU scout that was coming over the bridge roofing,
"Nice one mumbles," The Bostonian shouted back to the pyro as he ran past. They knew Scout wouldn't be anywhere close enough to respond, so they simply smiled to themself under their mask and decided to attend to the sniper. One airblast wouldn't kill someone, so the job needed finishing. The BLU could hear a groan from inside the small resupply room that they had blasted the sniper into as they approached, and couldn't help but chuckle at the sight of the sniper. His lanky limbs were sprawled out on the floor- one groped for his hat and placed it heavily back on his head. Seems like hitting the wall really threw him for a loop… He almost looked harmless on the floor like he was. The Pyro kneeled by the enemy sniper to get a better look at the dazed subject, what was the harm anyway? He seemed to have a concussion and would be of little threat!
He looked almost exactly like their Sniper, save for the fact that the BLU sniper always grew out his beard instead of shaving it to stubble. They ran a finger over a scar on the aussie's left cheek, when suddenly the Australian's hand flew up and grasped the pyro's wrist, causing a small screech on surprise and a flinch.
The sniper did nothing. He held pyro's hand tight enough that they couldn't easily escape, but other than that he just stared from behind cracked sunglasses. They tugged against his grip and huffed, they didn't want to have to kill him yet! It may have happened every day, but it was tiring to the firebug to never get to really see who they were killing. They just wanted to know someone for once… oh well. Before the Pyro had a chance to grab their fire axe, the sniper groaned and let go of their gloved hand,
"bloody hell… if you're going to kill me do it with your shotgun… " His voice sounded wet, like he was talking through blood. Air blasts at short range to walls did do a good bit of damage, but they supposed if the sniper was already hurt it might have just done him in.
The pyro stood and gathered their weapons, lastly picking up their shotgun. They looked down at the helpless man below and aimed it. The sniper closed his eyes as heard the pyro rack the weapon, and waited… and waited… and waited.
Hearing footsteps walking in the opposite direction, he slowly he opened his eyes. The pyro had decided to spare him and had even left a small health bottle next to him. The pain in the Sniper's chest and back was growing unbearable, but the pills would keep him alive long enough to hobble back to resupply.
"thank you," he whispered, hoping the BLU had not heard him.