Thank you guys for the support! This chapter is a bit longer, so hang in there! Scout's doing pretty well for his first day of work. Majority of the beginning chapters are just a bunch of introductions to the different systems. Saint Spy doesn't exist in this fandom, I'm making him as much as a jerk as possible. Six chapters till something happens, so look forward to that.
Chapter 2: Temporarily Dead
"Up and about, ladies! Hup, hup hup! Come on, maggots!" a voice loudly shouted, echoing through the hallways. Scout groggily woke up, his eyes drifting to the digital clock on his nightstand. The time read "6:00 A.M.," work was to start at 9:00 A.M. "Oh my god, shut up," he mumbled in annoyance as he put his pillow over his head in hopes to block out the noise. His door was slammed open as the Soldier stood in the bright light. "First day on the job, so get up little girl!" he ejaculated, dragging the newcomer out of bed. "Okay, okay, okay!" the runner said, attempting to escape from his fallen tangled sheets.
Finally getting up, Scout saw Soldier walk out and continue his yelling. Sighing, he fell back down onto his sheets. He couldn't fall back to sleep. Cursing his waker, he lazily removed his pajamas and slipped into his work clothes. Fitting his headphones and earpiece over his baseball cap, he placed his dog tags over his neck. On it, there was an etched shoe with wings and a sentence saying," Property of Reliable Excavation Demolition." Finishing up, he headed for the dining room for breakfast.
Scout immediately stopped as he saw the Spy place the last plate of food. "I'm not eating whatever the hell is on dat plate," he instinctively said. "Guess you'll starve than," the other replied tartly. Suspiciously staring at the food, he saw two croissants, a sliced baguette slathered with jelly, a bough of grapes, half of a peach, and a cup of coffee. The Sniper arrived as he side stepped past the bostonian. He grabbed his plate and coffee before walking out again. "Why can't you clean up that van of yours, bushman?" the frenchman snarkily remarked, eyes narrowing in dislike. The marksman didn't reply except for grumbling under his breath.
The Soldier pushed past Scout, marching toward his part of the table. Sitting down, he began shoveling food in his mouth. "Clean yourself up you fumier de porc," the Spy hissed, eyeing his comrade's stained mouth. The rest of the mercenaries arrived and sat down while Scout stayed stubbornly by the door. "It's not poison, ya know," the Engineer pointed out, taking a gulp of coffee. "I just don't wanna eat dat freak's cookin'," the other one replied with frustration. "Yer better get used to it laddie, Spy's cooking all week!" the Demo stated, drinking a huge bottle of Scrumpy.
Huffing, Scout took his seat at the table and grabbed his croissant angrily. Ripping it apart with his teeth, he snarfed the first bite down with a swallow. The Spy left the room with his own plate as the runner's tensed muscles finally relaxed. "What happened between you and Spy?" Engineer queried, finishing up his slice of baguette. "Sh*t happened, dat's what," the younger male briefly replied, as if not wanting to talk about the subject.
Scout finished his food and drink. After, he had walked out to kinda glance over the where they were to fight. A bridge with a roof and the BLU base. Pretty much the same as the RED base, but made of concrete and… well… blue. A pool of water leading into a tunnel system was under the bridge. An hour passed and all the mercenaries were at the starting room.
Scout reached into his cubby and pulled out a gun, "Scattergun" was written on the handle. Placing it in his belt, he reached in again. Grabbing a pistol and a metal bat, he managed to hold them in his belt with ease. "Alright, can everyone hear me?" Engineer's voice asked over his earpiece. "Yup," the runner replied as everyone else agreed. "Are you okay, Scout?" the older man queried. "Of course! I'm not a scared little girl!" he replied, now noticing his stomach clenching nervously. The contract stated clearly that he wouldn't die on the battlefield, but it never said anything about why.
"Mission begins in one minute," the Administrator called over everyone's ear pieces. Scout tightened his grip on his scattergun. "Don't worry, I felt the same way as ya did when I first started, lad," the Demo assured, eagerly running his fingers over his own launcher, impatiently waiting for their release. "Eventually, yer gonna get excited ta go out and fight." The runner sighed, massaging his butterflies. "Mission begins in 5…" He squirmed a bit as he stood in a starting position. "4…" He glanced to his fellow comrades who all were yearning to head out. "3…" The sounds of longing foot tapping was heard. "2…" Loud shouts were heard from across the RED supply room to the BLU supply room. "1!"
Everyone yelled their war cries (except for Scout) as they thundered outside. The leftover person took a deep breath as he sprinted forward to follow the Heavy and the Medic. They dropped down onto the front of their base and slowly walked over the bridge. The Heavy was using his minigun to take down BLU enemies everywhere. They dropped like flies as the Medic healed up his friend's wounds. A rocket came from nowhere and hit the doctor flat in the face. He exploded into pieces before you could even exclaim," Medic!"
Scout ran toward the leftover pieces of the body in terror. "Medic got exploded!" he shouted to the Heavy in terror. He paused in horror just as he saw the huge man fall to the ground completely dead. There was a myriad of bullet holes over the other's chest. He gaped wide eyed at the foe soldier who smiled wickedly, loading more rockets into his launcher. Even though he had full ammo, he didn't attempt to hit the bostonian. Raising an eyebrow in puzzlement, the younger adult was about to speak before he felt a knife being plunged into his back. He swiftly glanced behind him to see the BLU spy maliciously sneering. The adversary dug his butterfly knife deeper into the other's body. Stinging pain, like the flesh was being set on fire, ran up the injury. Coughing up blood, the young male fell forward; dead as a doornail.
Scout felt the sensation of cool darkness before opening his soft cerulean eyes. He was back in the starting room, completely unharmed. Being attacked still damn hurt, but coming back from the dead was like falling asleep and waking up (except without the sleepiness). He had received worse than just a knife in his back with his time on the streets, so it wasn't really that bad. "Not too bad, da?" the Heavy asked as he rushed out of the door happily. "Yeah… not too bad," the younger male agreed.
From what Scout heard, the thing that brought him back was called "the respawn machine." Speeding off into the battle, he saw the Demoman jump onto the roof of the bridge with some scarlet colored bombs and then hop to the other's bridge. Raising an eyebrow, the runner took a deep breath and started sprinting toward the edge of the base. Taking a flying leap, he landed on top of the roof. He steadied himself as he felt triumph rise in his stomach. Running over to the other side, he hopped up and then flopped to the ground, missing the ledge by a long shot. He landed in front of the cerulean clothed grinning heavy. Dodging to the side, he took out his bat and placed a giant blow onto the back of the enemy's head. A bullet ripped into his arm as he jumped onto the other's back, choking him with his own bat. The huge man grabbed his weapon and then threw him into the water.
Scout's hearing went blurry as he lifted himself from the transparent fluid onto the BLU's tunnel. Heaving a bit, he took his scattergun and sped into the system. An ammo crate and a medkit sat next to each other as he took the kit and then uncapped the navy bottle. Dripping the medicine into his wounds, they healed up and he continued. Sprinting up the stairs, he raced to the intel room (A mercenary told him where it was) and then skidded up the rails. There was a loud beep and he felt two rockets jab into his back followed by an onslaught of bullets, a level three sentry. "Shoot son, y'all slow as molasses," he heard the foe engineer chuckle as the younger male fell dead.
Scout respawned with an exhilarated feeling to get revenge. Jumping onto the roof again, he shot at a few BLUs on the other side with his pistol. Squaring his haunches, he leapt and succeeded to land on the ledge of the opposite base. His counterpart appeared from the starting room. Gasping in surprise, the RED Scout shot and got the other in the chest. Three bullets buried themselves into his leg as he took another shot right into the skull. The BLU mercenary fell as he glanced past the corner to see the sentry. He killed the engineer guarding the machine and then just as he was about to shoot the robot down, a red colored grenade came and blew the thing to pieces. Turning around, he gave a wave to the Demoman before hurrying into the intel room.
Grabbing the cerulean suitcase, Scout sped toward the top floor as the Administrator's voice echoed," We have taken the enemy intelligence." While on the way up in the narrow hallway toward the top, he bumped into something. A denim blue outline appeared of a crouching person, the spy. "Oh no, not again," the runner hissed, shooting him single handed with his scattergun. The enemy landed dead as he kept going up. Nearing the top, he heard an obscure static crackling noise and then he felt a knife being plunged in his back. It was the BLU spy with a golden pocket watch in his hand. He looked very amused as he gleefully shouted," Did you forget about me?!"
"F*cking BLU spy," Scout cursed as he respawned with the sentence," We have dropped the enemy intelligence." "What happened Scout?" the Engineer asked over the ear piece. "It was the f*cking BLU b*stard spy!" he shouted in anger before taking off across the roof of the bridge. "Alert! The enemy has taken our intelligence!" he heard the Administrator call out as he sped back into the staircase. Taking the intelligence again, the announcement was made. When he got toward the front of the base where the ledge was, he bumped into the enemy pyro. There were muffled laughs emitting from the mute's suit while they raised up their flamethrower. The runner braced himself for the embers, but then the BLU foe fell to the ground, a bullet splitting in his skull. "Yo, thanks pally!" he said as the Sniper replied," My pleasure, mate!"
Scout heard the cheers of his comrades as he went toward his own intel room. "The enemy has dropped our intelligence," came the announcer. Joyful at his good luck, he sped downstairs and quickly placed down the briefcase. "Success! We have secured the enemy intelligence." His scattergun glowed scarlet and vermillion lightning marks sizzled over the weapon. "Nice going, string-bean," he heard Engineer congratulate. "Scout is credit to team!" Heavy shouted. "Vunderful," Medic praised. All mercenaries (except the Spy) complimented the newest recruit's work.
The score tied with both a score of two. Scout was on the way to the intel room once again to make the final push. He was at the stairs into the basement when the Administrator spat," You've failed. The enemy has captured our intelligence." Majority of the enemy team was going the same way out and they met the RED scout, completely alone there. Gulping, the runner turned around to see that he was surrounded on both sides. "Looks like a petite fille is far away from home," he heard a french accent say. "Enough with the talking, let's just kill the RED!" the enemy soldier roared. "Uh, guys. I'm a bit surrounded," the bostonian whispered into his mic. "We know, just keep distracting 'em while we grab their intelligence," Sniper replied.
Scout inhaled loudly before standing straighter and smirking. His insides were wriggling but he refused to show it on his face. "Ya know, you guys really are morons," he dawdled, slowly clapping. "There is nowhere you can go," the BLU medic cackled, rubbing his gloved hands together. The runner heard slight shouting from below. The RED team. "Ya probably should look behind you, right about…" the bostonian began, pausing for a few seconds. "Now."
Majority of the RED team launched into a battle with their counterparts. The Spy backstabbed the BLU one and Medic ubercharged Heavy whom were both battling with the opposite ubercharged medic heavy combo. Sniper headshotted his counterpart and the foe soldier exploded Demoman. In this whole fight, the cerulean clad team hardly noticed the RED engineer passing his own scout the intelligence.
Sneaking away from the fight, Scout leapt to the cover of the bridge, the center of both bases completely deserted and empty. "You maggots! The scout took our intelligence!" the BLU soldier shouted. There was a sound of thundering boots and then an arrow suddenly pierced the runner's chest. Toppling down, he briefly heard the other sniper taunt," That'll slow ya down, ya twitchy hooligan!" He felt faint as he landed on the bottom of the body of water, the arrow digging deeper as his back hit the floor. He didn't feel like he was going to die. He felt as if he was going unconscious instead. His vision blurred as the edges went black. As the bostonian began to sink into an oblivious darkness, he felt arms lift him up. He heard rapt and sharp steps of sleek shoes as he was bounced around in his saviour's arms.
Scout's breath rattled in his chest as the arrow was ripped from the wound. He was set onto the ground, chest first. Through his eyelids, he could see a blurred face take a bottle from the med kit and then pour the liquid onto his injury. The main part of his wound closed up and healed, but he was still bleeding freely. Someone hoisted him on his feet and then assisted him to walk up the stairs. "Medic!" came a throaty unclear shout. A minute passed as the runner finally felt the soothing rays of the medigun. His abrasions were healed as the person holding him released him. His vision cleared as he saw Sniper staring at him in concern. The Spy was leaning on the wall, taking a cigarette from his case and lighting it up. Blood splattered the side of his expensive suit, yet he didn't seem to be injured. Medic was there healing him while Engineer was building a dispenser in the corner and Soldier was passing by, checking for enemies.
"Thanks for taking me back," Scout breathed to Sniper. "I didn't take ya back, mate," the other replied. Before the runner could question who, Soldier's voice came over the ear piece,"An ubercharged heavy is coming, so you ladies better be ready!" The runner jolted up in realization and started to sprint toward his intel room, just as the announcer berated," Alert! The enemy has taken our intelligence." He went up the stairs and collided with the BLU spy. With anger, he pointed his scattergun up and rammed it into the other's face. Pressing the trigger, the frenchman's head exploded and fell on the ground. As he continued, he heard the same static noise before promptly raising the gun and pointed it behind him. He didn't even have to look as he released the bullet and the sound of agony was heard.
"Boom! I'm back ya dime-a-dozen backstabbing scumbag!" Scout jeered, feeling free after having his revenge. He took off the briefcase and slammed it onto the desk. "Victory," the announcer mused while the runner ran to the front of the base. The BLUs' weapons disappeared as all the REDs' weapons glowed scarlet. "Revenge, ya stupid piece of crap!" the bostonian sneered, shooting the opposite side's sniper. He smiled in triumph as the enemy crumbled to the ground.
My idea is that once a team wins, you call kill the losers like the game. Then the barrier turns off after the period of time between those so the losing team still respawns after they get killed. I'm just doing more of a mix of the game instead of more realistic.