I apologize for the short chapter. Y'know, life getting in the way and what-not. I'll update again sooner.
Disclaimer: 'Team Fortress 2' and all its characters and concepts belong to the Valve Corporation. I own the writing on this page, the original characters, features and situations upon said page.
Three dead already. It had been five minutes and three of her teammates were dead.
Fem-Spy peered out over the crate she had been hiding behind, revolver at the ready. A spray of gunfire forced her back down. She waited until it ceased. Taking a chance, she cloaked and dashed out from behind the crate. No shots were present, though Fem-Spy could hear the yells and screams of teammates and enemies alike across the long bridge leading to BLU's Intel room.
That was her job right now, stealing Intel. Though Double Cross usually interested her, she felt uncomfortable among the fake factory and barn that held its facade for the teams fighting. Normally she might duck down to the lower train bridge and find one of the many secret tunnels or such for a sneaky entrance. Today however, the open bridge spanning the supposedly bottomless chasm seemed to call to her.
She crossed the main bridge and ducked into the courtyard. The BLU team was defending their Intel with gusto, leaving no gaps. An Engineer was laughing as his sentries shot at any approaching RED's. The Medics on both teams were working over time.
Fem-Spy took a deep breath. She saw the familiar effect of a sapper appear on the BLU Engineer's sentries. She needed no other invitation. As the man began to bang on his shooting machines, she slipped inside the Intel room.
It was surprisingly empty. There was an uptight looking Demo standing in front of the briefcase. She was about to slip behind him and stab him when she noticed something. Sticky bombs. The floor was covered with them.
'Damn it,' she thought, 'Time for a new plan.'
She quickly backtracked to the door, keeping out of sight from the others brawling in the courtyard. She slipped into a Scout disguise (male, of course) and dashed into the room yelling loudly.
"HEY MAN, you gotta get the fuck out there- !" She yelled, as the Scout. She slammed to a stop right in front of the Demo.
Her outburst had the desired effect. The Demo panicked and set off all of the bombs in the room, at once. After several loud explosions, the smoke cleared and Fem-Spy addressed her target.
"You frickin' serious?" She yelled, "Our asses are bein' blown to bits out there, and you're ready to kill your own teammate? Frickin' unbelievable." She bent down and dusted off her legs, waiting for a reply.
"Yeh, I-I'm a wee bit wound up today." Sputtered the Demo.
"Yeah, yeah, just get your ass outside." Fem-Spy pointed with her bat. The Demo gave a shaky nod and started for the door. Why the BLU's felt him as defence, she would never know.
Fem-Spy carefully uncloaked and advanced on the receding Demo. The stab was quick, clean and killed the man instantly.
"Ka-Boom' to you, sir!" She muttered, smiling to herself. She stared at the blood on her knife for a second. Only a second. She cleaned it with a handkerchief and turned toward the blue briefcase.
There was work to be done.
"ALERT! THE ENEMY HAS TAKEN OUR INTELLIGENCE!"
God, she hated that voice.
After taking the briefcase, Fem-Spy made a quick dash out of the building. She stopped to rest behind a small lookout tower. She grimaced and glanced down and her legs. Her right thigh had been grazed by a bullet, friendly or aggressive, she didn't know. She was losing blood. It didn't matter now. She was almost home free, she just had to cross the bridge and the Intel would be safe.
She took a step toward the bridge when the ground in front of her was peppered with bullets. She jumped back and in doing so, put all her weight on her right leg, the already weak muscle collapsing under her weight. Her face twisted in pain. Damn fine time for this to happen! She drew out her revolver. She would have to shoot her way across. She probably wouldn't make it.
Suddenly a figure formed in front of her. It was the Spy.
"Do you require assistance, Mademoiselle?" He bent down and offered his hand. She couldn't tell if the look in his eyes was sincere or mocking. Instead, she shoved the briefcase into his hands.
"You must go!" Fem-Spy lowered her gun. "I cannot run. You must take zee Intel to zee base."
Spy paused for a moment, looking at her.
"Go!" She insisted. Spy straightened up and slung the briefcase onto his back.
"I will send someone for you." He said, his face straight and serious. Fem-Spy nodded.
As Spy cloaked and raced across the bridge, Fem-Spy whirled around the lookout and fired several shots into the fray on the other side of the chasm.
Once she had spent almost all her bullets, she leaned back against the rickety building she had been hiding behind and breathed heavily. She had three bullets left. Now she had to wait until someone found her.
She hoped that someone wouldn't be BLU.
Aren't cliffhangers awesome?
Please rate & review, any critique and comments give me the will to get out of bed in the morning (and that IS saying something).
