"The enemy has taken our intelligence." The battlefield below me is in complete chaos, as both teams scramble desperately to get the intel back to their base first. The day's been a struggle from the very beginning, but that's nothing new. The game's been like this for the past three weeks; unpredictable, and extremely well-balanced. I'd learned that the Soldier was right about that damned Spy. Not less than two minutes after my first match started, I met him. And it was definitely not an easy fight.
Just as I took out the enemy Sniper for the third time in a row, I heard something behind me, like a rush of wind. I turned to see a man who looked almost identical to our Spy, except his suit was a deep crimson. As soon as I saw him, he had his knife out, and he was slashing and stabbing, trying desperately to land a hit on me as I hastily dodged the blade. I dipped beneath his arm as he slashed at my cheek, snagging my kukri off the old crate I'd set it on at the beginning of the battle. Just as he turned around, I hacked the blade heavily into his shoulder. He cried out in mingled pain and fury, raising his knife in one last attempt to land a hit on me before I cracked the butt of my kukri against his temple. He crumpled to the floor in an almost pathetic manner, and I had to kick his body off the top of my rifle before returning to my post.
Ever since then, the RED Spy has targeted me the most. Occasionally, I'll take him out on the field while he tries to backstab our Medic, but more often than not, it'll be a fierce fight in my crow's nest.
As the enemy Scout runs across the covered bridge to the RED's base, I take him down with a quick shot through the heart. "The enemy has dropped our intelligence." I chuckled to myself, shooting the RED's Pyro as he ran towards the briefcase right between the eyes.
"Watch yourself, wanka, Bella's about… And she don't play very nice with REDs." I laugh, but pause when I hear the creak of the stairs behind me. I lower my rifle, grabbing my kukri and standing at the ready, waiting for that damned RED Spy to come flaunting my way. However, to my slight surprise, our own Scout saunters in, looking as stuck-up as usual.
"Hiyah, toots!" He laughs, "How's it going up here?" I look at him in surprise for a moment before swinging my kukri into his shoulder; it bounces off harmlessly, leaving no mark on the Bostonian.
"Oh shut up, wanka." I murmur while he gives me a surprised look. "Oi gotta spoicheck, y'know?"
"Yeah, yeah, sure. I got it." He laughs it off, plopping down onto one of the dusty crates scattered around the top floor of our base.
"So," I say, taking a quick look through my scope to see if any other unfortunate REDs have tried to get close to the briefcase. "Wot're yah doin' here, wanka? Oi thought you were going for the enemy intel."
"Eh." He shrugs. "I've already capped it twice, and the Heavy's on the way to our room with the last case now." He grins at me, sliding forward on his makeshift seat. "So I've got a bit a spare time."
I roll my eyes for dramatic effect. Ever since day one, this kid hasn't left me alone. I can't seem to go through a round without one of his special little visits. Recently he's been making every excuse in the book. "The round's almost over, toots, it's fine." "Oh, Soldier said to take a break and help to defend." "I'm letting someone else take care of the intelligence today." It's really starting to make me curious; as far as I know, I'm not exactly the most attractive girl out there. But, I suppose, with the only girls on the team being the Engineer and I, there was bound to be a bit of irritating flirting for the first couple days until they realized I wasn't interested. And there was; mostly drunken slurs from the Demoman and miserable failures from the Soldier. However, our Scout seemed particularly relentless.
"Our intelligence has returned to our base. We have secured the enemy intelligence." The voice of the Announcer shakes me from my thoughts. "Victory." I hear the crackle of the critical hit device revving up in my rifle, but I ignore it. I don't feel the urge to go out and make a few last kills for the day; and apparently and uncharacteristically, neither does Scout.
"Don't you wanna go take out the last few stragglers?" I ask, gathering up my gear as he shakes his head. "Didn't you say that was the best part? Beating down the idiot REDs in their own base?" he merely shrugs in response, and I go back to getting my shit together.
"Return to base." The last announcement booms over the battlefield's intercom, and we all head back into our base. The victory wasn't much to celebrate, but nonetheless, it was indeed the last battle for the week, and we had two days off to do with as we pleased. Most of the people on the base went to the next town over. According to the Engineer it was a great place for gambling. I'd never gone on one of these weekly trips though, and hadn't even left the Team Fortress base since I had first entered it. Of course, I felt no need to leave. The base's common room had a television, and I'd brought a few books with me to read. I wasn't the only one to stay. Pyro often stayed at the base and cleaned up the cafeteria and common room. The Spy also wasn't one for the trips, and hardly left his room on the weekends. Oddly enough, our Engie wasn't running for the door either. She spent a lot of holed up in her room, or once last weekend, in the Spy's room. "Fixing his disguise kit" is what she told me. I doubted that was the truth; I could hear the moaning from the other side of the base.
The one thing I found odd was our Scout. Usually, he went out on the weekend excursions; I didn't blame him, either. That kid, pent up in a base all week? God have mercy on our souls. However, it appeared that he was staying this weekend; although I couldn't get him to say why. He did, however, feel the need to blather on about everything else. His stories were wild, strange, and dare I say it, probably true. As the day went on, his ramblings started to entertain me more than the crappy reality television shows.
"And then," He went on dramatically, "I punched his dumb ass right in the teeth; he lost three of 'em!" I laughed with him, leaning back against the couch while a news report played quietly in the background. However, as the words "War Declared" flashed across the fuzzy screen, my attention was drawn to the report. A worried-looking news anchor sifted through her notes, speaking rapidly and trying to gather as much information as she could.
"The United States has officially declared war against North Korea. While the fighting has been going on mainly in the Korean Peninsula, the CIA recently discovered that North Korea has sent undercover troops to America. After a week of debate, Congress declared war on North Korea, and have initiated several counter-espionage missions. The federal government has already begun searches for these undercover troops, and urges citizens to stay in their homes at this time. We're now turning our report over to Susan Braxton on the streets of New York City where a riot has broken out over the decision-"
"Damn, can you believe that?" Scout mutters, "The last thing this country needs is a war." He rests back against the couch, scowling at the reporter on the screen.
"The world can be a crazy place, kid." I say, nudging his elbow with my own. "Oi'm sure it'll turn out for the best though. Better than lettin' 'em get the jump on us, don't yah think?"
"Yeah…" He lets a long breathy sigh, and we both watch as the reporter is bombarded by several angry people, brandishing bats and shouting profanity. "I just wish that sometimes we could all jus' get along, y'know? We shouldn't fight all the time."
"That's pretty deep for yah, Scout." I chuckle, "Where'd that all come from?"
"Aw, shut up."
~just ignore me for I am just a simple line~
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