Boom. Headshot. One of the most iconic phrases through time, and only he could say it and truly mean it. He's a professional. And a professional with standards, ofcourse. ''Be polite..'' he murmured with a grin as he blew the head off a charging BLU Demoman. ''Be efficient..'' Boom - A medic down.. ''And have a pla-''
''BONK!'' A sudden pain shot through the back of his head. He knew that it was the BLU Scout. He feigned defeat and laid down, and the Scout approached. ''Not so tuff now, are ya, ya wimp? Yeah, I wasted ya good! I'm a force o-'' The Scout didn't get to finish his sentence, because he was met by the butt of the RED Sniper's rifle to the face. Sniper quickly lept over him with his Bushwacka lifted high, stradling the Scout and keeping him down.
''N-no! I was jus' kiddin', man! Dere's no need for ya to cut mee!'' Sniper looked down at the whining whelp under him. He could sortof understand his overcompensating nature. He'd heard about the rough streets of Boston, even though he's never visited. He's not a bloody tourist, but the Scout sure is on the battlefield. Sniper lifted the knife in his hand threateningly and the Scout snaps.
''NO NO! PLEASE, SIR! PLEASE!'' The Scout whines and cries under him, covering his face with his hands. Sniper looked at him and slowly lowers the kukri, stepping off the whining youngling. ''Ye better be bloody 'appy I don't kill pups, you piker. Now run very far away from me, and you better not look back..''
The Sniper scoffed as he watched the little wimp run off. He picked his rifle up again and reloaded the bullet, before shooting a look around and noticing a camera in the corner behind him, giving it a light glare before continuing his work.
She stared emotionless at the screen. The Administrator watched Mr. Mundy's slight glare towards her and she cocked her drawn-on eyebrow all the way over her pale forhead. She tapped on her cigarette, the ashes floated a way down the cold metal floor.
"Miss Pauling." The strong timbre in her voice summoned a young and small young woman near her, who fidgeted with the writingpad, locked in her arms near her chest.
"Yes, Miss Mann?" She spoke politely.
"How would you describe such an action, Miss Pauling?" Her stern and hard eyes not leaving the TV screen with Mr. Mundy's figure on.
"I believe it's called Sympathy, Miss." The young woman with the purple dress and huge glasses said.
The Administrator remained silent and Miss Pauling thought this woman had never heard of the word 'Sympathy' before and said ".. It's an act of kindness." with a silent voice.
"And you know what an 'Act of Kindness' means, right?" Her dark painted lips murmured.
"Indeed." Miss Pauling slowly left the side of The Administrator and dissapeared in the shadow of the head quarters.
Sniper pulled up his van outside the headquarters of Reliable Excavation Demolition. Bloody inconvenient name, considering they're the ones defending from the BLU bombs. He pushed the door up and jumped out, a half-lit cigarette hanging limply between his lips. He walked to the entrance and peered at a sign on the door.
''No smoking allowed.'' Just what he expected. He threw the cigarette down on the asphalt and stomped it out before pushing the entrance doors open and walking up to the reception.
''Mr. Mundy. I'm here to talk to the Administrator.'' Sniper said dryly, taking his hat off for the lady listening to him. ''Oh, Mr. Mundy! Sit down and I'll tell you when the Administrator is ready.'' Mr. Mundy.. Long time since anyone called him that. He barely remember what his real name was. His dad refused to call him by it, and his mother was never allowed to speak to a 'crazed gunman'. And to his teammates, he was just a sniper. He fell into his chair and put his hat on, tipping it forward to shade his eyes from the beaming lights in the ceiling.
Sometimes he wished that he didn't sign the contract, but with his lack of any talents everywhere, and the extremely appealing payment he couldn't say no to shoot other people. He's surprised the headquarters was in such a nice condition, considering how much they paid their mercenaries. Just the Demoman had about a 600$ million every year.
Bloody idiots, this money could've gone to more supplies, not the bloody pavement cracks.
It took another fifteen minutes before a smiling pretty young thing came into the waiting room. "Mr. Mundy?" She said with a wide polite smile. His skin jolted with the sudden call out of his name and looked startled into her big blue eyes. "The Administrator is ready to see you, Sir." He scrambled his belongings together, like his hat and his jacket he took off in the heathed waitingroom. He held the hat close to him, in the presence of a lady.
The young girl walked in front of him chatting about the weather and other mediocre subjects. He only replied to her enthousiastic remarks with a grunt and a slight polite smile. She walked fast on her heels and her ponytail swayed rythmic with her fast walk. He just followed her in her steps and couldn't help himself to sneak a peek at her bum that was strapped in a tight black skirt, reaching right above her knees.
She stopped her pace at a large metallic door.
"I'll have to leave you here, Mr. Mundy." She looked up at him with a polite smile. "If you go right that door, behind there will be The Administrator."
He thanked her for her services and gave her a slight wink before walking trough the corridor, towards the next door.
Behind that door, there was another waiting room. One less pleasant as the one he say in earlier. This one didn't have any mildly intresting magazines about celebrities, unknown to him, or gossip. No, nothing that could pass his time in the waiting room again. He sat down, he stretched his legs out and adjusted his hat over his eyes. Shading once again from the bright lights.
He never had the chance to adjust to his relaxing pose, a light scatter of light paced footsteps were heard in the clean corridor.
"There you are, Mr. Mundy!" Miss Pauling with the huge glasses and purple dress stood in the doorway smiling politely at him.
He glanced at her, and stood up again. He nodded his head polite at Pauling, "Miss." he said and held his hat near him.
"Nice to see you again, Mr. Mundy." She said, remembering their previous encounter. She led him into a large office with only a desk and a few office decorations at. A woman with an intresting haircut and purple suit sat with crossed legs at the desk. She didn't look up at him.
"Miss, Mr. Mundy is here." Miss Pauling said, holding her writingpad close and walked to stand on her rightful place near The Administrator.
The Administrator looked up from her paperwork, glancing unintrested at Sniper's appearance.
"Ah yes. Mr. Mundy." She said and motioned for him to come closer. She closed her pen and interwined her long boney fingers with eachother and she locked her stern grey eyes at his.
BLU Scout fixed the collar of his long-sleeved shirt as he walked to the entrance of the BLU Headquarters. Dressing up like a normal person was very unlike him, but today is the day where he makes a good impression. He pushed the entrance's doors open and looked around the big, blue-decorated hall. This impression wasn't only for the Administrator, but this would be the first time he'd have the possibility to see Miss Pauling outside of the battlefield. Previously they had only met during their 'close-up evaluations'. The woman made his heart skip a beat the first time he saw her. The first woman to make him feel like that during his adult-life. As he walked up to the reception, he peered around and noticed two cameras, positioned so every action in the room would be caught. ''BLU security. Top of the ark-stuff.'' he said to the receptionist as he arrived. The blonde woman looked at him with a quirked eyebrow, processing what he said and then giving him a smile. ''The Administrator will take you shortly, sir.''
''Mr. Mundy, you do know that you are prohibited by your contract to let any of the opposing team live?'' the Administrator said coldly, her gaze almost piercing through the RED Sniper. He kept his cool demeanour, reclining further in his chair and talking nonchalantly. ''Sheila..'' he started. ''That's 'Miss' to you.'' the Administrator countered back. Sniper gently fingered on the brim of his hat as he continued ''-Miss-, when a young boy is cryin' for sympathy under ya, there's a certain trait called humanity tha' kicks in. I simply let him live anoth' day, so he'd learn from his mistakes.'' A beep could be heard from the telephone on the Administrator's desk. ''Miss, someone is here to meet you.'' Administrator lifted an eyebrow again and slowly nodded, waving Miss Pauling off who dutifully left. ''.. That's another door compared to what we came into..'' Sniper thought to himself, before looking back at the Administrator who kept her bodypiercing stare at him.
Scout shuffled around in his chair, peering around the hallway. Every minute felt like an hour in this place. Especially under those beaming lights in the ceiling. He looked up and winced - He felt like he was melting onto the leathery seat. ''Geez.. For bein' packed widd money, you sure don't spend it on da airconditionin'.'' He looked over at the receptionist, who did not respond. Didn't even look at him. This moved him ever so close to the edge. This day could not have been worse. ''So, how's working for Building League United, den? Is da officework as easy as da fieldwork?'' The receptionist still didn't respond. He stood up and started pacing around, his annoyance rising by the seconds. ''So, uhm, will she be ready soon?'' The receptionist refused to answer him. ''.. Uh, hello?'' The receptionist kept her eyes on her desk. Scout stormed up to the reception and slammed his fists onto the desk. ''LOOK AT ME!'' The receptionist stared up at him, startled. From a door to his left, he heard a familiar voice ''Uhm.. The Administrator is ready to take you now, sir.''
''Look, She-.. Miss, I know you're all business, n' you're all professional, but I understand tha'. I'm a professional too, and we both know professionals have standards.'' The Administrator observed him quietly, but she seemed like she already knew what was coming. ''Be polite, be e-'' Sniper was rudely interrupted. ''I do not need your preachings, I need you to follow the rules of your contract, mr. Mundy.'' Sniper muttered, putting his hat in his lap, thinking of his next move. ''Okay then, miss. You'll teach me ta be a true professional. And I'll teach y'what sympathy and humanity is.'' Sniper slowly stood up and put his hat on, the tip slightly tilting forward.
''Deal, or no deal?'' The Administrator certainly looked like a questionmark. She was not one to be bargained with, but mr. Mundy seemed.. interesting to her. The australian reached his hand out to shake with the Administrator, who slowly reached out to shake his hand sternly. ''Okay, then, mr. Mundy. After RED's next mission at Teufort, you will return here and we shall talk. And if you're just a minute late, there will be more then just talk.'' Sniper lifted an eyebrow and slowly let go of the petite hand. ''I'll see ya aroun' then.'' He turned on his heel and slowly walked out the door he came from, heading straight back to his parked camper.
Scout turned around sharply and stared startled into the brown eyes of Pauling. "Oh hey... ahem-" He straightned his back and dusted invisible dirt of him and threw her one of his charmer smiles that used to work magic on the girls back in Boston. "Hello, Miss Paulin'" He said and bowed over to give her a charming kiss on her little hands, but before he could even pout his lips to press a kiss on them, she withdrew them and left him astounded and beaten out of his shoes. He glanced at the non-responding desk girl from his eyecorners, incase she was too busy glaring like a dead fish at papers then to witness his emberassing move.
Scout followed Miss Pauling into the office with his eyes locked to the ground.
Scout walked into the office and he lifted his eyes from the ground to observe the Administrator's office. Nice, Looks comfortable, with all the... plants and paintings. Whatever. He stood before the Administator, now THAT didn't look comfortable! .. She looked even worse in real life.. with all the.. and all that.. hmm.. no. He glanced from the witch to Miss Pauling who stood silently next to her with that writingpad locked near her chest.
The Administrator looked at her papers up to Scout with a piercing glare that makes him feel naked.
"Mr. Uhmm-"
"Scout." he said too quickly, judging by her angry look.
"What?"
".. Uhm.. Scout M'am.. I mean Miss.. I mean ... yea" He withered underneath her angry glare.
"Well then.. Scout.." She spat with a sarcastic voice. "You do know that you are prohibited to let any of the opposing team live?"
Scout nodded, trying to keep his 'coolness' running, by looking her right in the eyes.
"Well, RED Sniper did let you live, and not going further into that..." She locked her boney fingers together. "You begged." Her glare became more vicious and stared him down completely.
They remained silent. "I wonder now, why did you beg?" she didn't break eyecontact, not ever for a second.
What the hell was he supposed to say?
"You never seem to worry about your life being at risk, any time given in a battle. Wich leaves me rather curious."
His eyes shifted from The Administrator to Miss Pauling and back. "Well..." He said. "Isn't that obvious?" He moved towards her desk and boldly leaned against it, looking down at the angry face of the Administrator. His heart was pounding in his troath, but his Momma signed him up for acting classes once, so this shouldn't be THAT hard?
"I don' think I could live with the fact that I would break yo' heart... To watch me die like dat." To emphesize his message he lifted his hand softly to his chest where his heart is beating like a maniac. He was still looking down at The Administrator who looked at him with an unamused look.
"Miss Pauling, get this fool out of my office." She shook her head and rubbed her temples.
She walked him towards to door.
"Is she always that enjoyable?" He asked with a smirk on his face.
"You just have to get to know her." Miss Pauling whispered with a thin smile on her face.
Scout shrugged and walked it off, he felt succesfull anyway.
Author's note: Hey there! I am sorry to inform you, in case you pressed this story, hoping for some yaoi... This isn't a yaoi story. Let's hope that doesn't keep you from reading on.
This story is mainly set on two relationships, Sniper with Administrator and Scout with Miss Pauling.
These two couples may seem out of the blue, but why the hell not? Give it a pretty good thought, they kind of work together, don't you think?
Anyway, first things first, I should announce that I didn't write this myself, not at all! My best friend Chris Everlast, wrote this. A part... Most of it.. yea. He's actually a really talented writer to me and I just sit there and compliment his greatness and sometimes come up with something funny and little that could happen.
The title to this story doesn't really matter... because we had a great title in mind, but we forgot because I saved all the documents under the name of "HEADSHAWT" because I thought I was being funny and all...Anyway .. I'm just going to end this author's note with these last words.
I've been drinking, I don't care and enjoy the rest of this story! HUZZAH!