A/N: Hey guys, thanks so much for reading my second fanfiction. I have a lot planned out in this one and hope to get chapters published as fast I can. Also, check out my other work, TARDIS Fate. It's currently on hiatus, but I'll be sure to add more sometime. Plus, to all who don't know, a revive pack is the thing you drop in MvM upon death. I'm not sure anyone knows the real name (if they ever have a real name) so I improvised. Enjoy the book! Meh out.
Rules of the Sniper:
Rule 1: Master the Art of Patience
Rule 2: Remain concealed
Rule 3: Never lose your focus
Sniper just broke rule 3. To this day he can't figure out why. Perhaps it was seeing his once friend and fellow colleague turned into a vicious psycho, but the minute his brain's focus slipped, so did his finger, and the round went directly into the barricade. The barricade shattered and sent Soldier tumbled face first into the dirt. Sniper knew his Classic wouldn't be good anymore, as Rule 2 just broke as well. He had to move and quick, before Soldier really found him. By the time Sniper slipped back towards the Resupply Room, Soldier got to his feet and headed to the RED base, Pain Train in hand.
Sniper stored his Classic in his cubbyhole, before suiting up with two Shahanshahs and his trademark Carbine. He was headed out when he heard the telltale hiss of a Spy decloaking. He turned to see his French colleague. "Pardon me." he said. "But you might need this." He held out his cloak watch.
"Uh, thanks mate." Sniper said as he fiddled with the buttons.
Spy groaned. "Like this."
Hisssss. Sniper could only see the faint outline of his hands. "Bloody brilliant!"
Spy chuckled before growing suddenly stern. "Bring it back in one piece."
"Uh…uhkay mate."
"Help!" Heavy cried from beyond the base.
"You'd better go help your colleague, Sniper."
"And you?"
Spy smirked with his newly lit cigarette. "Oh you never know."
Sniper rushed out through the Resupply room doors and headed out to the sniper post, where he jumped off and landed with a roll on the ground. The whole team had come out to help. Were they finally accepting that he had to do this job? Sniper saw Engi set up above the bridge's roof. He waved. Engi jumped down to greet him. "We saw you not doing so hot, so we thought some better mercenaries should handle it."
Oh, so that's why.
"You're joking right?"
Engi just chuckled before climbing back up to his sentry. Soldier had torn through Scout and Demo, who were back in the Resupply room freshly revived. Heavy and Medic were holding up the bridge, but there was only so much they could do. It was time for a swim. Sniper dove in headfirst into the boiling-hot water. Summer. Of course. He could hear Heavy's minigun whirring above his head as he scrambled into the BLU sewer tube. He had to be fast. He rushed through the innerds of the BLU base before appearing in Heavy's line of fire. It was only a matter of seconds before he ran out of ammo and fell to Soldier's Pain Train, who clearly had no sense of pain as he was riddled with holes.
Medic managed to get Heavy back on his feet and they both fled for cover. It was up to Engi and Pyro. And Spy, wherever he was. Soldier was clearly distracted attempting to scrabble up to where Engi was nested, Pyro already taken down, and Sniper used his opportunity. As his sentry clicked the well-known sound of zero ammo and his dispenser malfunctioning, Engi jumped onto his teleporter to make a quick escape; before destroying it. It was all up to Sniper now.
Sniper drew one of his Shahanshahs, making sure to keep his footsteps silent. Soldier was still busy grunting and catching his breath from the battle, turned away from Sniper. He gave a battle cry before racing to head into the RED base. Fear coursed through Sniper's veins as he realized he had not anticipated Soldier's actions. Sniper panicked and hurled his kukri, lodging it in the ground at Soldier's feet. Soldier turned to face him. "It's just you and me now, mate. Let's dance."
Soldier rushing at Sniper, who quickly drew his remaining kukri and brought it up to defend his face. Soldier clearly had more arm strength than Sniper, holding up a Rocket Launcher all day will do that you. But the curvature of the Shahanshah prevented the Pain Train from causing any damage. Sniper used it to his advantage, wrenching the Pain Train from Soldier's hands. It landed on the ground with a wooden clunk. Soldier screamed in fury, picking it back up before Sniper had any time to react, and knocked the Shahanshah out of his hands. Sniper fell to the ground. He clenched his eyes shut, fearing the end, when he heard a loud psssh and a flash before his eyes. The corpse of Soldier fell to his side, still sparking. A man strode through the spiraling dust. Soldier?