The next day was somewhat more thrilling. The BLUs showed some game today as they easily captured the first point, moments after the ceasefire had ended. Even though they were not able to reach the second point, we had to get a few of our guys out today to defend it.
Engineer had placed his sentry in a tricky chokepoint, making it hard for the BLUs to easily destroy it by gun alone. A well-planned Uber plus sapper combo or some well-placed stickies' could possibly handle the issue. Perhaps some rockets could even destroy it alone, if a Soldier aimed them all perfectly. But it seemed as if the BLUs were having trouble planning out their plan as every time they tried to tackle the gun, they all ended up dying from it one way or another.
Even for a gun, Engineer was so proud of its hard work. I watched him repair the Sentry as he pulled up his favorite welding mask, finally satisfied with the results. He takes a good look at it, smiles, and then pats the machine on its gun barrel.
Demoman was also out here, throwing out stickytraps wherever he felt like they would be most appropriate, at least to him. They were mostly in weird spots, but it got the job done and it scared off the enemies just by being there. Smart thinking on the BLUs part, considering Demoman did not even need to see the enemy to know when to activate the stickies'. In fact, he was so good at timing his stickies' that he did not even have to be awake to pull the trigger. The guy was slumped near some boxes on top of the base, snoring away as if battle had yet to start. I guess I can see why Soldier was never so harsh on the man.
I think the Sniper guy was around as well, but hell if I knew where he was. Those guys always hide in the weirdest of places anyway. Even if I was still a little pissed at the dude, I could care less about him or on how well he was doing. He was probably just missing all his shots anyway.
As for me, I was relaxing back outside the base. The BLUs came in time and time again, but not so frequently that you needed to have your gun cocked all the time. I killed their Medic a few times, and died a couple times after doing so. It was annoying, but no Ubers is better then some. Other than that though, not much else was happening. It was quiet, and once again, boring as all hell.
I grumble to myself as I lay on the grass, my eyes peering through the long branched trees above me. The scenery was calming in a way, even with the noisy beeps that the sentry was making from afar. I take in the moment and close my eyes, only to be woken up by a loud booming voice next to me.
"Scout!" The volumes on the man yelling above were so high that it bursted through my eardrums, destroying any sort of relaxation I was starting to feel. I snarl as I look up to see the Soldier, staring uncomfortably close at me.
"Shit man, I'm right here." I complained, sitting myself up as I tap my finger against the Hardhat's, well, hardhat.
"Go check further in. If they're planning up an Uber, scream really loud as you flee in terror. Also, do not die as you flee in terror." Soldier points his finger to the path leading to the BLUs base. I wanted to argue further with him about it, but I decided it best to just follow his orders. And if I die, I die, it happens. I doubt the BLUs had anything planned anyway as they usually quieted down when the second point rolled around.
"Whateve'" I say with a shrug as I slowly stand back on my feet. For being the fastest guy on the team, I sure felt as slow as a Heavy right now. I think it was a solid minute before I even reached that giant truck just sitting next to the tunnel. I take a peek into the tunnel and, as I expected, little if not few of the BLUs were stationed near the first point. There was a Heavy, and some other BLU I could not make out at all, standing on the top area of the first point. Whatever, it was probably just a Medic or something, best not to bother with them. There was also a mini-sentry on the point, which was annoying, but that could easily be taken out with some pistol shots from afar.
I jump onto the truck and then climb up the top area of the tunnel. I got the attention of the mini for a brief second as I quickly hunched down on the dirty pathway. It was the perfect spot as the sentry had trouble tracking my position as I was far too high up for it to target me. A few potshots later, and the mini exploded into pieces, leaving only scraps of metal behind. The BLU Engineer was not going to get his easy kill this time. However, while I was able to destroy one issue, another appeared.
The BLU Heavy had taken notice of the sudden destruction as he hurries over to check out the damage. A Heavy was a risky target, especially for a Scout like me. I did have surprise on my side as he had yet to notice me. I moved quickly, shuffling down the stairs, and quickly jumping behind another truck that was sitting on the point. His back was turned, all vulnerable and defenseless. I was shivering in excitement that I had trouble keeping my gun still. I take a moment to calm myself, cock my gun forward, and as I slowly turned the corner–
BANG!
"Jesus!" I yelped out as I watched a bullet ricocheting against the truck, piercing through the dirt ground in front of me. I expected a gun shot, but not someone else's.
"Oie, we got a live one over here'!" I could hear a man shout from afar as I look to see who it was. It was fuzzy, but I could slightly picture the BLUs Sniper, motioning his gun in the air like he was trying to gain the attention of someone. Someone who was probably really big, really fat and carrying a really fucking giant gun. 'Shit.' I swore to myself. I then hear the sound of a gun revving up. 'Shit! Shit! Shit!'
The only thing I could think of to do was run, so I did such that and sprinted towards the tunnel. The Sniper attempted another quickscope at me before I disappeared completely from his sight. His shot missed, blazing right past me and drilling through the cement walling next to me, leaving a dark cracked hole behind.
"Scout!" The Heavy yelled out as I turn my head to see their BLU Scout suddenly leaping from behind the large man, rushing after me with a scattergun in hand. "Keep alive!"
"Gotcha!"
"What do you mean keep alive?!" I said aloud to myself, continuing to run through the tunnel and trying to avoid the barrage of bullets spraying at me.
The mini-gun rang out as a few shots hit my body, causing only minor pain as I was able to shift left and right, making the heavy lose focus in his aim. I remember seeing a Medipack sitting inside the tunnel, so I propped my hand outward to grab it as I ran by. But the moment I was about to pick it up, a bloody clever whooshes by me, almost hacking my hand off. The dirty Scout was using the cleaver of all his sub-weapons, the utter dick. He looked ready to throw another one as well. As much as I wanted to turn around and pick up the Medipack, I thought best to just endure the pain and continue forward. If I at least pass the truck, I should be safe. But if not, the sentry was just over the fence and if I was able to reach that I would be home free.
The Scout was quick to change weapons as a scatter of bullets sprays my way, hitting almost every part of my body from behind. The shotgun might be bad at long range, but it still hurt when it was able to hit you. I continued onward none the less as a bright light brushes past my eyes. I was finally at the end, but the Scout was still coming after me. Thankfully, the Heavy had stopped his firing, but he also started running towards me as well, mini-gun still warm in his bulky hands. They were no way done with me, so I continued onward. But I was only able to take a few steps before I heard another whooshing sound come from behind.
"Fuck!" I snarled in pain as I fell forward, slamming on the ground. Another clever was thrown, and this time it stabbed right in the back of my leg like a knife to melted butter. It fucking hurt like hell, holy shit. I bring myself up with my elbows, staring ever longingly at the second point just a few yards away from where I was.
"That's it? You didn't even bother shootin' yer stupid gun." The BLU Scout mocked at me, slamming his foot against my backside, forcing my body down onto the ground. I had a quick glance around, hoping Demoman had placed any stickies' close by, hoping it would scare or kill the BLU Scout away. Judging how he was still alive and ramming his dumb foot into my back, we were far away from any stickies'. Shit, this was really bad.
"Bring him over before somebody notice." The Heavy almost demands at the Scout. The Scout just laughs, pressing his foot into my backside some more.
"Ah, come on, these jerks have been kickin' our asses all day. Let's have a little fun with him while he's all weak and pitiful." The heavy pointed his finger at the ground, asking the Scout to come over to where he was. Scout cared less as he just laughs again.
"Orders are we take RED back to base. Move!" The man demands again, his voice booming against the walls of the tunnel.
"There's no one out here anyway. Who's going to stop–?"
BANG!
Another gunshot blares as the BLU Scout suddenly goes silent. The pressure of his foot disappears from my backside as a loud thud echoes behind me. I bring myself up slightly, turning my head around to see what had just happened. The Scout was dead, and with no head attached to his body either.
The Heavy was quick to withdraw, seeing the dead headless corpse of a Scout fall in front of him. He swears something in Russian before turning around and walking down the other end of the tunnel. I notice the BLU Sniper had finally caught up as he started to ready his gun at me, only to be stopped by the Heavy's hand pushing the rifle back down. Heavy told him something, whatever that something was, making the Sniper swear over his shoulder before placing his gun behind his back again. The two look back at me for only a moment before walking back towards their base.
Thus, I was all alone, lying here, probably bleeding to death as we speak. Whatever had happen, I could care less right now because all I really wanted was to get this legged patched up. The clever in my leg vanished as well as the body of the BLU Scout. Finally regaining some of my energy, I stagger back up, almost fumbling in my steps as I slowly walk towards the base.
"Ye a'right boy?" Engineer suddenly appears before me as I finally make it pass the fence. The poor dude looked like he had run all across the entire base with the way he was breathing right now. I'm glad somebody had noticed me, even if I looked so damn pathetic right now. He comes over and places my arm around his shoulder, helping my body steady as we walked. "Let's get ya near a dispenser." I got a little red in the face, embarrassed how much this man was coddling me right now. I guess out of everyone, the Engineers were always the nicest pals around. Most of the time anyway, a lot of them can be straight up lazy dicks.
"Was it an Uber? Did you shout UBER? I think I heard an Uber. WAS IT A UBER?!" Soldier talked on and on, repeating himself a few times so he could fish the answer out of me. I decided to just wait until the dispenser finished healing me back up before answering his stupid questions. It was not like he was going to beat the answer out of me in this state. Though, if I was not quick to reply when I got all healthy looking again, he might just do that.
"If it was an Uber, ya think it'd be here by now." I finally give Soldier my answer, though he did not look so pleased with it.
"If you weren't bleeding right now, I would make you do fifty pull-ups while you hanged on that ledge with your pinkie toe!" Soldier points at varies ledges of the base, unsure where he would torture me first.
With a sigh, I give a different answer instead, "No, there was no fuckin' Uber. I was baited or somethin'."
Engineer, who was standing quietly next to the dispenser until now, questioned over, "Baited yah say?"
"I dunno, their Heavy told them to 'Keep me alive' or somethin'. Maybe they wanted to capture me or whateve'." I gave them an answer, even if I was honestly unsure what BLU was trying to do with me.
"Oh, that's no good news at all." Engineer had a slight worried look on his face as he softly told himself that.
"Hrm… Hmm..." Soldier grunts loudly, thinking to himself for a moment before an amazing realization hits over his thick skull. "They wish to capture us!"
"Yeah, I kinda–" I tried to make a snarky comment back as his voice overtakes mine.
"I'll have to report this over today's meeting! DISMISSED!" I'm not sure if Soldier either dismissed us or himself, but either way, he went off his way as he marched back towards the base. Engineer snorts up a laugh.
"That's our leader." He jokes, trying to lighten the mood up. I was too pissed off to say anything back as I just sit there, swearing under my breath. Engineer comes over, sitting himself next to me and asks, "Feelin' any better?" I puff out some air, feeling indifferent to answer him. Sure I FELT better, but I did not FEEL better. I got my ass handed to me over some stupid order that meant nothing in the end. There was no Uber, there was no one planning to attack, there was no point. I know I'm called a Scout, but I'm not fodder. "That Sniper fellow saved yer life."
"What?" My full attention was on Engineer now.
"He blew the heck outta that BLU, didn't he? It wasn't me. I was relaxin' next to my sentry when I heard ya scream." He continues on, making some sense now. That BLU Scout lost his head after all, and not many things can cap your head straight off like that. "Eh, sorry for not comin' to your help sooner, I ain't much of a runner." He added on, looking a little sad as he said that. I suppose he felt a little bad for not helping sooner. I guess that was a nice thought to have, you know, him being worried about me and all. Great, I'm weirding myself out saying shit like that.
"It's fine." I mumbled out what was supposed to be a thank-you to the man, but it sounded more like I wanted him to leave me alone right then. Trying to be sentimental just sounded so unmanly and gross to me, so I always ended up trying to avoid crap like that. Engineer did not seem to take it personally as he pats my shoulder with a smile on his face. He then points his finger at the second point's rooftop.
"He's up there if ya didn't know that. You should go and thank him." I trail my eyes from his finger to the roof, finally stopping at the sight of a bent hat that was peeking out from the rooftop. A scowl came over my face for a moment as I hid it away from Engineer. In a way, I did want to say something to that Sniper guy, but also not. I guess I could tell him it was a nice headshot at least or whatever. He would probably just stare at me like some idiot again. I knew sitting here all day was going to do me no good, so I finally decided to just suck it up and go talk to the guy.
It was not long until the back of my leg fully healed up again as it felt as new as the day I was born. The only way to know I was injured now was the huge cut on the leggings of my pants. Before I head out, I give some quick finger guns over at Engineer as he tips his hardhat back at me.
Trudging along the steps, I finally ended up at the top as I see the backside of the Sniper, lying down on his stomach on the wooden boards. The man was in his scope as usual, just waiting patiently for an enemy to run past his sights. He looked like he would be a nice meal for a Spy right now with how open his backside was. It just screamed: 'FREE BACKSTABS; INSERT BLADE HERE!'
I walked closer and kicked my foot against the heel of his boot. The man was quick to jump on his knees as he swings his gun around, almost smacking me in the face.
Backing away, I yelled, "Watch it!" He notices me, looking a little dazed, and yawns loudly. Unsurprisingly, he did not complain, or swear or even motioned his lips to say some vulgar word to me. He just stared, his shades exposing the tired look on his face as they laid at the edge of his nose. "So… like… you know." Shit, I had no idea what to say to this guy. Not even a simple passive aggressive thank-you could pass my lips as I just stutter my words with incoherent sentences.
"Ya a'right?" Sniper suddenly spoke out to me, almost in a concerning way. I was not sure if he was referring to my stuttering or from the event before. "Good, that's good." He continued, not even waiting for me to reply. Assuming he was talking about before, he probably already had a good idea what I was already going to say to him and just kept the conversation short. Unlike him, I wanted the conversation to go a little longer. I may not be able to praise others all that well, but I know how to praise myself. And if he wants to shut me the hell up, he's more than happy to threaten me with his melee like the rest of the REDs do.
"From before? That ain't nothin', I was just givin' them false hope before I blasted their heads off." The man almost looked surprised, if curious, as I continued talking. Maybe I can get this guy to yell at me or something now. Any some sort of human-like emotion will do. I decided to have a little fun with my antics as I motion my hands in the air, like I was upholstering an invisible gun. I then pointed the gun where the BLU Scout's body once laid. "BOOM!" I pulled my arms back and then motioned them like I was reloading a bullet into the gun. "Ain't so talkative without a head, now are ya?" I then stupidly roll to the side, making sure not to fall off the roof as I point my hands over towards Sniper. "BOOM! Eat it, Fatty!" I hurried myself on my feet as I stood triumphantly in front of the man.
There was an awkward moment of silence as the only sounds that were heard were the echoes of the Sentry from afar. At this point, I almost felt like I was talking to myself with how little reaction this man was given me. Maybe I could still roll off the roof and escape this embarrassment. But as that thought disappeared from me, I heard a laugh, or what sounded like a small wheeze through the nose.
"Yer a strange fellow, ya know that?" He then stands on his feet, still holding tightly onto his gun. And like last time, he jumps off the building instead of taking the stairs. I presumed he landed easily on the grass as I heard no scream or grunt from him. And thus, I was all alone again. Now I did not know what to think. He left, so he must have been somewhat annoyed with what I did. But he also laughed, but that laugh did not mean he found my stunt funny or amusing. Perhaps he was just feeling as embarrassed as I was and cut it short by leaving. Damn it, he should have just yelled at me or just fucking shot me in the head or something. Damn it, I am so pissed off right now. Going off and acting like I was the weird one here. Damn it!
"You're the strange one!" I ended up rushing to the edge of the roof and yelling out, not even checking if Sniper was still around or not. Sadly, it seemed he had already made it back to base as I saw no sight of him. The only people I could see were the sleeping drunken Scotsman, and the somewhat confused Engineer who was looking over at me from afar.
I spent the rest of the day on that rooftop, trying to hide myself from anymore embarrassment.