Today was another slow day. The BLU team had taken to defending their intelligence, and so had the RED team. After yesterday's struggle of defense, nobody was too eager about leaving the base. Instead, everyone just wanted to get through the day without any casualties. They Pyro was exceptionally bored, however, along with the Sniper. Anyone who appeared on the BLU Sniper deck was instantly shot and killed. Which Robert didn't find very fun.
"For the love of god..." he groaned. "Can't anyone give me a challenge?"
"Hrnrsrrh... (Honestly)" the Pyro sighed. She sat back against the wall, keeping out of sight of anyone but the Sniper. Today, she wasn't up for chatting. She was up for killing. And the Sniper was the only person who completely understood. Not that he really wanted to talk about it anyways.
When the Engineer trotted onto the deck, the Pyro quickly hit him with her flames and was disappointed to see they didn't catch. Wayne ignored the action and said, "Come on, we're doing something about this."
Behind her mask, Pyro looked confused, but she stood up and followed him down to his sentry, sitting in the intelligence room. The team was standing around, talking amongst themselves. Everyone was bored, but not everyone seemed to mind the inactivity. The Engineer started pushing everyone together, minus the Sniper who was apparently their alarm to invaders, until everyone formed a vague semi-circle.
"All right, boys," Wayne started. "I think it's time to invade those BLUs, so ya'll better listen to my plan."
"Do we have ta?" Tavish complained. "It's so bloody hot out 'ere taday..."
"Do you want to get fired?" Wayne asked.
"Well, no, Ah s'pose not..." the Scott sighed.
"I know you would like a break soon, but we need to give it our all today. So here's what we're gonna do..." Wayne got into a whole plan about splitting the team into three different groups. Tavish, Robert, and John; Boris, Reiner, and the Pyro; and Wayne, Vince, and the Spy. The first team would stay back to defend the intelligence while the other two would go on the offensive. Team Two would take the bridge while Team Three took the sewers. The Pyro was happy to stay out of the sewers this time. Wayne instructed the two offensive teams invade the BLU base and take separate routes to the intelligence. Reiner's team would get everyone's attention so that Wayne's team could get down to the intel without too much trouble.
For a moment, the Pyro wondered why Wayne, of all people, was going over to snatch the intel, but she didn't question him. She already knew he wasn't a Spy.
"So that's it?" Vince asked. "We'll get that briefcase easy!"
Wayne smiled at the kid's enthusiasm. "Ya'll understand?"
"Why do I have to defend the base? I wanna kill some Nazi bastards!" John shouted.
"I highly doubt zat anyone is really a Nazi here," Reiner said.
"Oh yeah? I bet you're one'a them Nazis!"
Reiner put his palm to his face. "I've already told you, dummkopf, zat I am not a Nazi."
"That's what they all say."
"Nein! It's not! Ze Nazis were proud of zheir ways, not cowards who denied it to save zheir hinterns!"
"I fought and killed hundreds of Nazis. I know a lot more than you do!"
Reiner groaned with frustration and left the room, muttering an angry rant in German. The Soldier smirked to himself, thinking he won the argument. Pyro shook her head and followed the man out of the room. Outside he leaned against the wall wiping his glasses off on his shirt.
"Shhrrhnhrnn?" she asked.
"Schweinhund," he repeated.
She chuckled and, seeing the Medic didn't want to say more, waited for the rest of the team to come out. John and Reiner often had problems with each other. After the Soldier had taken a personal campaign in Germany against the Nazis, he seemed to be distrusting of every German and often made his distaste for the Medic's heritage clear. And while he often pissed the Medic off, Reiner would always heal the man when he needed it.
When a minute passed, their teammates strolled out of the room, slowly gathering into their mini-teams as everyone went back up the stairs and out into the field, ready to invade the enemy base.
The Pyro yawned as she pulled her clothes on. It had turned out to be a longer day than she initially thought. The plan worked like a charm and they managed to snatch up all three of the briefcases today. The woman was more than happy to sleep early. As she pulled her mask on and left the locker room, she found the Spy standing by the door again. Other than themselves, the hallway was empty. She looked up at him for a moment, before pulling her mask over her mouth and saying, "You're guarding the door for me now?"
"You already made ze mistake of letting me catch you in zere," he replied.
The woman slowly turned her head back to the man. He couldn't help but laugh.
"I'm gonna get some dinner..." Pyro said and walked down the hall. After a few feet, she stopped and turned around. "Hey, thanks for killing that Soldier for me."
Spy smiled and said, "It was ze least I could do. You did distract him for us."
She chuckled. "Yeah, glad to know I helped by taking those rockets for you."
"What are teammates for?"
"I think I liked you better when you hated everyone," the Pyro scoffed. Then she turned down the hallway and left the Spy alone.
The Spy lit up a cigarette as he leaned against the wall by the locker room door. For a while, he stood there, waiting. He looked in either direction of the plain hallway, with it's white-washed walls and red tile floors. And then suddenly, a young man appeared, sporting a plain black suit and short blond hair.
"There you are," the man said with a charming smile. "You don't have any better place to chat?"
"It's better zhan being watched in every ozher room," the Spy said. "Do you want to talk or not?"
The man walked into the room and the Spy followed. Spy stood facing the lockers, arms crossed, while the man took a seat on the bench in front of them. The instant he sat down, his smile left his face. "Let's get down to business. I'm here to make you an offer on behalf of my employer to join the BLU team."
The Spy smirked. "What makes you zhink I want to join your little team?"
"My employer is willing to pay twice as much as you are now and give you better benefits than the RED team can offer," the man replied.
"I've been with zhis company for a while now and I'm more zhan comfortable here..." the Spy said.
"We all have our own private rooms, professional chefs to cook all of our meals, and can choose to shower alone, as well..." The blond cast a glance around the room.
"Why is it your employer wants me now?"
"Well, we have new plans in store and consider you very valuable in them. You've been here for a while, haven't you?"
Spy took a long drag on his cigarette and breathed out a cloud of smoke. The man sat there watching him with cold eyes calculating his every move. It wasn't a simple decision to just switch companies. "Am I expendable?"
"No."
After a short moment thinking over his options, he removed the cigarette from his mouth and said, "I will zhink about it."
The man pursed his lips and slowly stood up. "I understand. But don't wait too long to give me your answer. You're not expendable when you're one of us, but we won't wait for you." He strolled over to the door and left, leaving the Spy with nothing more than his thoughts. The offer was good. No, it was better than good, it was probably one of the best he'd ever gotten. But there was obviously a catch to it. And either he was going to be a part of it or he was going to stop it.
The Spy put the cigarette back in his mouth and silently left the privacy of the locker room.
