The round was over. The dead bodies of BLU soldiers, heavies, scouts and everything else lay motionless on the cold battlefield of viaduct. In the defeated team's spawn, the red spy was taking advantage of the killing spree they had been allowed for a few seconds. Spy aimed his gun at the engineer and fired, he died. Spy aimed his gun at heavy, he died. Spy aimed his gun at sniper… his arm dropped limp as soon as he aimed the gun. He chuckled and played with it in his hand.
"Oh, just bloody do it, you wanker," hissed the sniper, lighting a cigarette whilst sitting on the floor, leaning against the wall. He knew that losing meant certain death. Respawning was a myth. If you died someone was hired to replace you. His comrades lay bloody on the floor besides him, but he was not one to fear death. Spy looked at him, raised a brow, and crouched to talk to him.
"Now, why would je want to do such a dirty thing to hurt such a pretty thing?" Spy said, with a grin, looking directly into the sniper's eyes.
Sniper scoffed and said coldly, "You're hilarious, mate." He rolled his eyes and exhaled his cigarette smoke.
Spy's expression didn't change.
"I'm not bloody falling for it, piker. You're taking the piss."
Spy was still staring at him.
Sniper raised a brow and whispered to him, as to not embarrass himself in front of the remaining mercenaries. "You're not being serious, right?"
Spy nodded.
Sniper tutted and shook his head. "Prove it." At that moment, spy handed him his disguise kit, and nodded his head towards the exit. Sniper didn't know what to think. The hell was this? They were supposed to be enemies. They worked for different teams. In any other situation, there would be a steel knife stuck deep into his spine by now, or a bullet through his brain. With a small wink, spy nodded, and cloaked.
Sniper shook his head in disbelief. That… no, he wasn't serious. He was messing around. He probably ran out of bullets in his damn revolver and played it cool. In all of his three years working for Builder's League United, he had learned to trust no one, especially when it comes to being in love. They don't have to be a spy to stab you in the back. He hit a button on the disguise kit and there was a huge puff of smoke. He coughed, and as soon as the smoke cleared, he leapt up, startled. His clothes had changed to RED. Flattening his black hair under his hat, he walked outside slowly. He checked if spy was visible, in case he was waiting for him. So he was, but not with any bad intentions.
Spy spoke, sounding a little bit concerned in his tone. "Toi know je am being serious, oui?" Sniper flipped him off and kept walking. Spy decloaked right in front of him. "Je am going to need my disguise kit back, mon ami."
Sniper snarled and put in in spy's hand firmly. He was getting really pissed off at this point. As soon as his hand was occupied in doing that, Spy snatched his hat, smirked, and cloaked.
"Oi! Give that back you dick!" Sniper noticed he was getting stared at by the rest of RED, so he just clenched his fists and walked off.
"Spies… bloody useless." He tossed his cigarette onto the ground and stamped it out.