"Achtung! Spy!" the German doctor yelled. But it was too late. His comrade, the heavy, had already been backstabbed by their supposed engineer. Without much hesitation the RED Medic pulled out his blutsauger and unloaded all 40 syringes in to the BLU Spy. Strangely enough the Spy had actually died. The Medic almost never got kills. Raising an eyebrow at the body he was undecided whether to celebrate or be confused. Maybe the Spy was already injured and he had just finished him off. That must have been it. Maybe the Sniper had grazed him or the Scout had taken a few whacks at him. Dismissing his recent kill he went back to work with his Quick-fix.
However just as he was about to start healing the RED Soldier he heard a loud buzzing behind him. Quick as a bunny he whipped out his amputator and threw it with surgical precision at the recently uncloaked BLU Spy who fell to the ground with a loud scream. Up on his usual perch the Sniper waved his congratulations to the Medic, "Nice work, mate!"
"Danke," the German returned to his Australian friend. Turning back around he glanced at the fallen Russian and released a brief sigh. He would return to him when he respawned. *back to work* the Medic thought to himself.
"Hey, Yo doc. Need some help over here!" That smart-mouthed Scout always wanted to receive attention from everybody. Of course as soon as the Medic tried to heal him the Scout would already be running into battle, most likely only to be gunned down by the BLU Engineer.
"Of course, Kamerad," The Medic returned sarcastically. The Scout was already rushing in before he could even finish his sentence. The beep of a sentry could be heard and the very common sound of rockets being fired was able to be heard throughout the whole of 2fort, "and there he goes," the Medic said out loud, "Back to vespawn for him I suppose."
The Medic was tired. This battle had been going on for three hours already. And for what? A briefcase full of some mysterious information that the mercenaries wasn't supposed to know about. *Well as long as I get paid I will do anything for that wretched woman.*
As he was about to enter through the ground floor of the enemy base a BLU Heavy and a BLU Soldier had emerged covered in gore. Before they could notice him the doctor threw himself over the railing of the bridge into the water below. The RED Medic was going to go in anyway so he traveled through the BLU sewers. He reached for his amputator only to find it missing. The Medic looked at the other side of his belt. It was missing but where could it have… of course. The Medic had forgotten it in the BLU Spy's chest. He had forgotten about it in the glory of the moment and now he only had his pitiful blutsauger to defend himself.
"Here we go again," the German said only audible by himself. Carefully, and as quiet as he could he sneaked his way to the first bend. BEEP. A sentry gun.
"Verdammt!" the RED Medic whispered to himself. Very carefully he peeked around the corner trying not to let any red show. Good. It was a RED camp not a BLU one. The doctor walked around the corner confidently lowering his weapon which he hadn't noticed he had raised.
"Howdy there pardner," the RED Engi greeted, "you seem like you've seen a peck of trouble," he said glancing at his blood dotted lab coat.
"You could say zat," the Medic positioned himself next to the dispenser and inserted his blutsauger into the "reload" slot and his Quick-fix into the "repair" slot. Quite recently the Engineers have gotten rather organized with their buildings. "Say, vould you happen to have an 'amputator' avound here?" the Medic asked exhausted, "I zost mine in ze enemy double agent."
"Sure thing doc, right over in that bin labeled 'Medic,'" all unattended weapons on the battlefield would teleport to these bins after a while, "and thanks for taken out that Spy. He's been bothering me all day."
"It iz no problem Engi. However I can guarantee he vill be back for more."
"Damn right," the Engi replied, "say would you mind guardin' all this while I go back to spawn and set up teleporter. Well, if you're up for it?" Engineer always liked to tease the Medic about not being able to fight. However whenever Medic told him that all he did was sit behind his buildings he shut up about it real fast.
"Of course. It would be no problem at all," the Medic raised his newly reloaded blutsauger at the RED Engineer, "shall I help you back?" the Medic asked with an evil grin.
The Engineer quickly raised his hands to stop the Medic, "No, No, No. I think I'll walk. Thank you kindly." The Engi picked up his shotgun, pumped it once, and was off.
"Good luck, kamerad!" The Medic hollered at him.
"Yeah, yeah. Just keep my buildings safe!" Now the Medic was alone. Well not really, he had the sentry to keep him company. The exit teleporter sat next to him almost waiting to have a brother to connect with. The Medic stood there for a good five minutes before he got tired and sat on top of the dispenser. Not long after though there was the sound of splashing along with a voice.
"Let's move maggots!" the BLU Soldier shouted at his teammates.
"Mmmphh mph mph," great the Pyro was here too.
"That's the spirit lad," and the Demo. This was going to be interesting. Hopefully this new sentry was what the Engineer stacked it up to be.
"Mmmph mphm mmm mmph (I'll race you there!)" Did they know he was there? Was the sentry nest about to be destroyed with the Medic in it!? The pyro rounded the corner axe raised above his head. BEEP. The pyro was blown to piece by four rockets a once.
The laughter around the corner stopped. "I think there's a sentry up ahead."
"I believe you are right demo!" The sound of a charging stickybomb launcher was heard. *Here it comes* the RED doctor thought. That Demo will destroy him. THUNCK. The sticky landed on the wall next to the dispenser. Thinking very quickly, as his mind was trained to do, the Medic grabbed the spare frontier justice the Engineer had left behind and shot the sticky down.
"Aye, that wee lass of an Engi is there as well," the Demo said worriedly, "maybe we should turn back?"
"No! I am American! I will not let that hard-helmeted Texan take this land. We will destroy the sentry and carry on with the mission! DO YOU UNDERSTAND PRIVATE TWINKLETOES!?" The Soldier sure was determined to take out the sentry. The Medic couldn't fend off a Soldier and a Demo. One maybe, but not both. Right now the sentry was the only defense.
"Yeah, sure lad. I'll just pop a few pipebombs at it. That'll take it out!" The Demo replied confidently.
"Then get to it!" The Demo rounded the corner quickly but stopped when he saw the Medic there. The BLU Demoman died with a bewildered look on his face as the sentry unloaded all its rounds into him. Then there was laughter. But it wasn't the Medic's. Was the Soldier… laughing? Without warning the soldier rounded the corner and stood there. The sentry didn't fire. Was it out of ammo? Did it break? Does the Soldier know some kind of trick? All of these thoughts roared through the Medic's head as a frightened frown grew upon the Medic's mouth. Then without thinking much of anything the medic pointed the Blutsauger at the Soldier and opened fire. The first 40 left him on the ground. Another 40 made him cough up blood and vomit. The next 40 finished him off. Then what the Medic saw next struck him to the core. Quickly, with a puff of smoke, the BLU Soldier transformed into the RED Spy. Teamkiller. The Medic was a teamkiller. Not once before had the Medic ever killed a teammate but now the RED Spy's blood was on his hands. What had he done? No one would ever trust the Medic again if this got out.
Quickly the medic plucked all the 120 syringes from the dead Spy's body and threw them in the dispenser's incinerator. Hopefully the Spy wouldn't tell everybody yet. But hope was all he had. The Spy was unpredictable even after seven years of war with him no one had ever understood his rime or reason. Only that he did his job and did it well. But now the Medic couldn't say that about himself. He was supposed to heal his teammates. Make them feel better. But now he had destroyed one of his own.
What would he do when the Engineer got back? How would he explain the Spy's body lying on the ground? The German doctor sunk down to the ground and wept into his hands. What had he done?
Authors note: I will always translate what pyro is saying as long as it is important. If you need a translation of one of the foreign languages I suggest google translate. That's how I'm getting them in the first place.
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