Chapter 2

It was the perfect opportunity; everything was set up perfectly for the operation and this was probably the only chance he'd get.

He was skilled in the profession and had done this many times before. Under pressure he was a pro. This assassination was a normal enough occurrence for him.

But for some reason he found that his body wasn't doing what it was trained to do. Though he knew the proper actions like the back of his hand and could perform them in his sleep, for some reason he couldn't move.

Never in his life had he experienced this strange feeling, and desperately wished that it would go away. Time was steadily ticking away and here he was doing nothing.

His thoughts were very quickly interrupted by hollers and shouts coming from the spiral staircase. It sounded like a good chunk of the red team was coming, and he instantly knew that he had to get moving.

"Spy! There's a spy around here!" the voices called loudly, hoping to alert the lone doctor of the lurking danger.

This shouldn't have been the slightest problem; he'd completed missions like this under much more pressure than this on occasion. Nodding his head he forced himself to snap out of it, just as half the team piled out of the doorway.

"That soldier's a spy!" the demo man that had allowed him access called out fiercely, pointing a shaking finger at the spy.

"Surprise… I never really was on your side," he said slyly, lunging at the still unsuspecting doctor. Expertly he drove his knife forward toward the doctor's back, fully expecting to end this silly charade.

It was perfectly lined up like so many of his missions were, even with this added factor of other enemies. For the most part everything was going exactly to his liking until…

Curious as to what all the yelling and warnings were about the medic turned around, just as the spy was flying through the air toward him. This slight movement caused the spy's calculations to be thrown out the window, his attack failing miserably.

A look of surprise and horror crossed the spy's face as the knife plunged into the doctor's arm. While the knife stayed firmly there the owner continued on, falling to his face a few feet behind the medic.

Nervously he got up, looking behind him to the group of REDs.

The doctor was breathing heavily, trying to not let the pain of his injury show. Blood was slowly dripping to the wooden floor and staining his cloak, but compared to many of the things he'd been through in his time it wasn't all that serious.

All around more and more of the RED team were starting to gather, all of them wondering what all the commotion was about.

Looking around he immediately knew that his ingenious plan had failed, and he'd been found out; in his mad rush to kill the doctor his disguise had slipped off and he was now standing there completely exposed.

Knowing that at that point in time there wasn't anything else he could do he took the cigarette from his mouth and flicked it across the room. As a farewell he said to the enemies with a slight bow, "Gentlemen…"

With that he cloaked again, running for the sniper deck as fast as he could. Just to make sure he fooled them he stayed in the small sheltered area while everyone piled out to look for him.

A smile crossed his face as a few of them slumped to the ground, their brains smeared across the wall. The BLU sniper was still doing his job, and he was doing it well.

Once he was sure everyone had piled out after him he peeked back around the corner, wondering what had overcome him. He only had time to see that the medic was very painfully pulling the knife from his arm before he had to go.

Stepping over the bodies of the fallen he jumped down to the ground, immediately heading back across the bridge. When he was only halfway to his base the cloak wore off, but he didn't care. He was as good as safe at that point.

As he entered the building he began calling out for his teammates, wanting to report his findings to them so they could formulate a new plan.

"Zey only 'av a zingle sentry, in the far corner of zee intelligence room. It will be eazy to take it out and steal zier top secret planz," he told them once they'd all gathered around.

Many of them nodded happily, wanting to get going. Some, however, were thinking a little harder and realized that something was missing from the equation.

"Mmph mm mphm?" the pyro asked through his gas mask, wanting to hear what he had to say.

"What about medic? He dead yet?" the heavy asked, not knowing what the pyro had said, as he eyed the spy. More than anyone he wanted the medic gone so he could wreak havoc on the other building's occupants.

"Well, zee thing is… my first attempt failed. Zey were too organized and I couldn't get in. I tried, but eet just wazn't in zee cards," he told them to their disappointment.

Not liking this new development in the least the scout exploded, "What the hell is this crap? We can't do anything until he's gone and you know it… he's just too good."

"Yeah… we gave ya a single thing ta do, and ya couldn't do eet. Why should we keep ya here if ya can't do yer job, laddie?" the demo man asked. It was obvious that while he hadn't been fighting he'd been drinking while on guard duty, but nobody seemed to care.

"Hey, let me finish," the spy said calmly before things got too out of control, "I'm to head back over zere tonight while zey're sleeping to finish zee job. Tomorrow morning, that intelligence will be all ours."

To this they all nodded silently, departing to go about their business. Many of them had lost a good deal of faith and confidence in the spy now that they knew he'd messed up, but they were willing to give him one more chance.

As many of them lined up outside the main supply room to wait for their turn with the medic others went about training the newbies. A good amount of the BLU team had died during the day's battle, but they didn't have to worry about being low in numbers; new recruits were almost constantly being flown in, though the fortress usually refused to hold any more than nine people.

Most of their training had already been completed before getting there, but they still had to learn the terrain specifics, which was what they were busy doing at that moment.

Sighing, The spy laid down on a nearby pile of hay. His job wouldn't come until well into the night, and until then he had a lot to go over.

Why had he frozen up back there? How could he win these peoples' trust and respect? When would be the best chance to head off? Where would he attack from? Who, if anyone, would be standing guard? And what would his plan of attack be?

He intended to get an answer to each of those questions before he left to ensure that his next attempt would be successful.

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Night had fallen over the hectic war zone and the sounds of battle had died down for the day. Each side had only nine combatants, and all of them wanted to be rested up for the next day, which would be sure to hold another large scale fight.

The spy, however, was one of the few exceptions; he had an important mission to commit to tonight, and he intended to win this time around.

Overnight attacks had been planned in the past, but gradually both sides had caught on and put up at least one guard every night. His mission would be dangerous, to be sure, but he had to do it if he wanted to win over his comrades' respect.

He was willing to put himself at risk to allow the others a chance to capture their intelligence. If everything went according to his plan he'd be in and out, and for a short time they'd have no medic.

He spared his comrades one last glance before leaving; they all looked so peaceful in their sleep, and he thought it best that he didn't disturb them on his way out.

Having nothing more to do in the BLU base he headed outside into the night air. A refreshing breeze was rolling through the area and for once he allowed himself a moment to relax.

The sky was dotted with an array of dazzling stars and the moon was very nearly full, casting an eerie yet magnificent flow over the scenery. The spy smiled as he thought briefly of what had once been his home.

Though the night was one that filled him with a certain calmness, however, he knew he couldn't enjoy it for long.

Whether he liked it or not, he had a job to do.

Venturing out into the open he looked around, doing a quick check to make sure everything was quiet. He didn't bother throwing on his cloak. There was nobody around and putting it on now would just be a waste.

In solitude he made his way across the bridge, happy that there was no gunfire to greet him. Without any incident he waltzed right into the enemy building. He was still very careful to check for sentries, though; he wasn't wearing a disguise either, so any sentry would immediately eliminate him.

Luckily he came across none, assuming that it was still stationed downstairs keeping a good watch on the intelligence. Maybe if he finished up here early he'd take a trip down there and see if he couldn't take a little surprise back for his team.

In almost no time at all he was standing outside the main supply room. He took a moment to shake his head in disbelief.

The conditions for both parties were less than acceptable. Neither base had dedicated bunkers, having only a total of three supply rooms. They had to lay out cots in the biggest to sleep decently by night, and by day the room served every other purpose: kitchen, dining room, medical office, everything.

Both companies claimed to care about their employees, but it was obvious that they didn't in the least. It baffled the spy how people would want to work in these conditions, including himself. Why he'd come here in the first place he didn't quite know. He didn't think about it long, though.

The longer he stood around doing nothing the longer he was exposed, and in his line of business that was a very dangerous thing.

Backing back around the corner he looked intently at the door, looking out for a guard to come out. If he were to go in now they'd instantly know of his presence, so he had to wait for the opportune moment.

It came soon enough, for just a few moment later the door opened to reveal the pyro, wide awake and making his rounds.

The spy winced, unhappy that the pyro was the one on guard duty tonight. It would make things that much more risky for him, for the flames that man could produce were the best way to thwart spies like him.

He only stood in the doorway for a second or two, but that was all the time the spy needed. In an instant he had his cloak on and had slipped inside the guarded room.

His cloak still activated he hid in the least populated corner, making his last preparations. Without a single sound he dew a butterfly knife from the inside of his jacket, glaring at the medic's sleeping body.

"You won't get away from me this time," he whispered under his breath so nobody else could hear.

::End of Chapter 2::

Hope you like!

I'm finding it rather difficult to make these people's personalities come to life. I only have a little to go off of with the 'Meet The...' videos and what I've heard them say in-game. But it's turning out to be quite fun.

So the spy's off to redeem himself... there's a neat little twist coming that I think you'll all be intrieged by, especially if you've played the game. I'm trying to make everything as logical as possible (even the gameplay specifics like servers having room for only 18 players at a time), so I think I made it fit relatively well.

But you'll have to wait for upcoming chapters to find out what that is. ^__^

I'll update sometime soon... I'm halfway through chapter 4 in the rough draft, but I'll definately be writing more when I get back to school.

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