Well, here's the third chapter. Personally, I feel that they are a bit short, but whatever. They'll probably get longer after this. As I have said (or did I?), this is my VERY first attempt at a fanfic, so keep that in mind when posting reviews please. i expect things will generally start to get really interesting when they get to France.


Chapter 3

Teufort, Alabama; 11:30am, November 12th, 1968.

Lawrence lay in his room, staring at the ceiling trying to decide what to do. he was going to die, he just knew it. After the discussion, the two of them had retreated to their prospective rooms, without speaking to each other. Lawrence just knew that he was going to die. What had he been thinking, agreeing to go to france with the spook. He was mad. All this time must have driven him mad, and now he had lost his sanity. Great... just great...

Spy slunk off to his room as soon as he got his cloaking watch back from Medic. For a moment, he considered sneaking into Lawrence's room and getting his sweet revenge, but he figured that was too hard. For now, at least. Part of him dreaded returning to France. It had been years since he last been there, and he knew he needed to make an impression on the Australian. The one thing he did have to his favor was that he had 'triumphed' and won the argument of which one of them would go where. Sitting in a chair, he began planning what to show the sniper.

Dell watched as the rest of the team left, leaving just him and Medic. "Uhh...Doc? It's a really great idea and all, but what's tha Admin gonna think of all this? I mean, she's not gonna fancy to of her mercenaries just leaving for a week."

"Vell actually, she approved of it," said Medic, sounding worried.
"Really? That worries me. Why would she just let them go?" Murmured Dell.
"I do not know vhy, Dell. I try not to question her motives."
"Still..." He muttered.
Medic sighed, running his hands through his black and gray streaked hair. "I vas as surprised as you. Honestly, it vorries me. But ve must make zhe best of it." He murmured, frowning. "I just hope zhere is no ulterior motive." Whispered the Medic quietly.
"Me too" muttered the engineer, "me too."

Lawrence stared at his suitcase, trying to decide what to pack. Normally, it wouldn't be an issue, but now he could barely concentrate, mostly because all he could think about was the spook stabbing him. No, no he won't he muttered to himself, trying to keep his composure. Besides, who even knew if respawn worked that far? He was relatively certain the frenchman wouldn't actually kill him. Probably... Well, more like 80%... Maybe 75%... no... you can't get worked up over this. Keep calm. Deep breaths, like sniper breathing. You'll be fine, Lawrence. Just fine.

Spy leaned casually back on his chair, daydreaming about what it would be like returning to France. A shame it had to be with that bushman, but still, it would be nice. Or at least, almost nice. There was still that one thing...No, he refused to dwell on that. That had been years ago, and he doubted it would be an issue. Thankfully, it wasn't hard for him to pack; a few suits and an extra pair of shoes was all he needed. Luckily for him, he still had some suits without bloodstains, so there was a plus. According to Medic, they were leaving that evening, so he still had plenty of time to waste. It was merely a question of how to waste it.

Lawrence laid down on the bed, finally done packing-not that he even had that many clothes to begin with. Feeling the need to clear his head, he hurriedly exited his room, checking to make sure Spy wasn't around before hurrying out of the base. Walking slowly, he wandered outside the base, thinking. He wasn't even aware of Dell until the engineer spoke. "Hey Lawrence." he said.

Lawrence spun around in mild surprise. "Oh, hey Dell."

"Wanna tell me what happened last night?" he asked, getting straight to the point.

"It's nothing. Just an argument." muttered Lawrence.

"Getting yer arm cut open isn't 'nothing'."said Dell.

Lawrence snorted. "Well, if ya really wanna know, Spook was insulting my abilities as a sniper. S'not like he makes much better of a Spy." he said angrily.

"This has somethin' to do with our loss to the BLU's yesterday, doesn't it?"

"Yeah, I s'pose it does." admitted Lawrence. The texan raised his eyebrows expectantly, waiting to hear the story. Lawrence sighed irritably. "Well, if you insist...I was up in my sniper nest, scanning for BLU's. I heard Spy sayin' that he had the intel and was makin a run for it. He reached the bridge in between and made it halfway across. I was providin' cover when the blu sniper spotted him. He paused to take a shot at Spy, and I was going to shoot him, when the nasty BLU spy came up behind me. By the time I turned around to fight, it was too late an' he killed me. By then, Spy was already dead I guess, and our intel was gone. So there you have it, the story of my life" he said sarcastically.

"I see..." said Dell thoughtfully. "Ya know...its not good to hold a grudge over that. It's just gonna drive a gap in between you and make it worse." said Dell, after pausing to think.

"Yeah, tell that to Spook." muttered Lawrence, striding away.

Spy returned from scouting the grounds cloaked, relieved not to have encountered the Sniper. The only person he had seen was the Engineer, wandering about. Glancing up, he realized the sky was beginning to take on a saffron hue, meaning it was probably time to leave soon. With a sigh, he headed back to base and retrieved his suitcase. When he exited, he found Medic waiting for him, Lawrence behind him.

"Zhe Admin is sending a private helicopter to gather you two" he said, looking between them. Lawrence raised his eyebrows in surprise, wondering why Admin was so compliant, but said nothing. Together they left base, finding the helicopter had landed and was waiting for them. Spy brushed by a reluctant Lawrence, scowling. "Come on, Lawrence. Allons-y." he muttered aggravatedly.

Lawrence groaned and followed the spy, looking back at the team. "I guess I'll be seeing y'all in a week then."

Turning back to the helicopter, he got in, leaving a generous space between him and Spy. He took one last look, wondering just how he was gonna survive the week, and then faced the horizon, wondering what lay ahead.


Okay, LISTEN UP. I really need your guys help. Leave a review or whatever of what you want to see happen in France. I.e., destinations you want them to see, things you want them to do, food you want them to eat, etc. Thanks.