Icicle and Medic dashed out of the operating room. "Scout? Where are you?" Icicle cried as she ran. Scout was hiding near a dead end, and heard Icicle's voice echoing. "I think I lost her," he whispered. "I can't believe she thinks that I like her. She's friggin' ridiculous! I am not letting her steal my thunder, because I don't take kindly to newcomers." He then started to run to the source of Icicle's yelling. I'll have to find a way to get rid of her, he thought. Maybe this way will brutally hurt her. "I'm over here!" Scout yelled, catching up to Icicle and Medic. "Where were you?" Icicle asked. "Vhat took you so long?" Medic questioned. "Hey, I needed to make a diversion," Scout lied. "But follow me where we can find some grub. The team usually doesn't eat until sundown." Thus Icicle and Medic followed Scout to an open area that led to a small pond under a bridge. Scout ran down the slope from the bridge, to a clearing.
"Ssh," he whispered. He then gestured to lead Icicle and Medic. Medic followed first, then Icicle. In the clearing, there was a large bald headed man who had a large tray of mouth-watering sandwiches. This man was on the BLU team. What's a BLU team member doing, eating on RED team territory? Icicle thought. He think it's still a game, huh. "We hit the jackpot!" Scout jeered. He then got his backpack and pulled out a large metal baseball bat. "I'll do the distractin'. Medic'll grab the sandwiches, and you," Scout pointed to Icicle. "will stay here." "Why? I wanna get in all the action!" Scout rolled his eyes, and then sighed. "Fine. But be careful." Scout handed her a metal pan. "You hit him in the head, I'll hit him in the gut. Okay? Okay." Icicle nodded, and stealthily followed Scout and Medic. Scout then gestured Icicle to do a back attack. She lifted herself up and flew in place, welding the pan. She hovered towards the man's head, not making a sound. Scout then put a thumbs up, and Icicle whacked him in the back of the head. The man was stunned, and was then hit in the gut with a bat, being knocked away from the trio. "Boink!" Scout laughed. Icicle grinned, and gave Medic a gesture to receive the sandwiches. He dashed to the tray and picked it up. Suddenly, a large machine gun was facing the defenseless pony.
That's exactly what I wanted to happen! Fantastic! Scout had a feeling of triumph as his plan of overthrowing Icicle was working. "Oh no...Medic! Scout! Help-" A sudden swarm of bullets flew at her. She quickly sprung up in the air, struggling to escape. Medic was running back up to the bridge, while Scout was hiding. "Medic? What the hell!" Icicle yelled between dodges. She then glared at Scout's scattergun that was lying on the concrete floor. She dashed down and retrieved the gun, and loaded it. The machine gun ran out of ammo, and the man yelled in anger. Now's my chance, Icicle thought, mind racing. To impress Scout! She then flew up high into the sky, and flew down, snow falling from her wings. "Three...," "Two...," Scout was staring in awe and anger. God damn it! "One...," Medic glanced behind as he ran back to the operating room. Icicle headbutted into the enemy, and shot the scattergun in his stomach. He let out a cry of pain, and blood was gushing from his fatal wound. You still have time to live, but I won't let that happen! Icicle then picked herself up from the unconscious, dying corpse, blood matted on her body. She aimed the gun at his head. "End of the line..." Scout stared in astonishment from afar. Holy shit, she's good! Icicle held the gun to his head, ready to pull the trigger. I know this isn't a good weapon for headshots, but it all...ends...now! She pulled the trigger, a bullet shot from the gun, into the man's head. It was a full on kill. "Yes! Yes!" Scout yelled. Icicle stared at the lifeless body, her eyes glazed in a guilty trance. "My first kill," She admitted in awe.
Scout dashed to where Icicle was at. Scout looked at Icicle with a grim, but amused face. Icicle dropped the gun. She stared at her blood-stained hooves. She then faced Scout. "I thought we were supposed to knock him out...but I was wrong." "Listen. The plan was that I was supposed to kill him," But I had to leave my friggin' gun out in the open. "but since you impressed me on killing a BLU Heavy, I'm not as mad as you think I'd be." "What's so good about killing a BLU Heavy?" Icicle questioned. "They're very tough, and are literally unstoppable when they're UberCharged." "What's an UberCharge?" "You'll see once you have another experience in battle." Icicle stared at herself, body stained in blood. "Is there a washroom?" She asked. "Yeah. It's by the operating room," Scout pointed to the bridge over the pond. "or you could just go in the pond, I won't look." Icicle delivered a brisk nod, and ran to the pond. She stepped one hoof into it, then another, and so on. She began to wade in the cool water, the blood on her body slipping away. Icicle preferred the winter over the summer, but also enjoyed taking a dip in icy cold water on a hot summer's day. "Hurry up! I'm starvin'!" Scout yelled. "Alright, alright." Icicle walked out of the pond, water dripping from her mane, crest, and tail. She shook the excess water, and galloped towards Scout. "Is the blood gone?" She asked. "Yeah it is. You still don't look any better when I first saw you." He commented coldly. Icicle ignored his comment, and said. "Well? What are we waiting for? Let's go!" Icicle ran up to the slope up to the bridge above the pond, with Scout following her.
Soon they had made it to the operating room, with Medic waiting patiently. "Vhat took you so long? I heard a gun fire. Is anyone hurt?" He asked. "Well." Icicle shrugged. "Let's just say I killed a BLU Heavy." "That I was supposed to kill," Scout muttered. Medic's eyes widened. "You killed a BLU Heavy?" "Yeah. Wasn't that hard to do, actually." "So vhat vas zhe gunfire?" "To kill him, I shot him in the head, with Scout's scattergun. " Icicle explained. "Zhat's very impressive. Looks like Scout needs to step up his game, no?" Medic teased. "Hey, hey, hey," Scout said nervously, stifling a chuckle. "My game's been stepped up." "Anyway." Icicle said. "Where are the sandwiches?" "In zhe vaiting room," Medic pointed to another door that led to a waiting room. "Let's go!" Icicle grabbed Scout by his hand and ran to the waiting room. While Scout was being dragged away, he looked back as Medic was catching up, with an expression of help. Medic couldn't help but laugh from Scout's pain. The trio had soon made their way into the waiting room, looking at a large pile of mouth watering sandwiches.
"Wow...it's more delicious up close." Icicle said, gaping. Medic grabbed a sandwich. "Go on, zhere's plenty!" Icicle nodded and plucked a sandwich from the pile. "Scout? Aren't you going to have one?" Icicle asked. "Wha-Oh yeah! S-sorry, I zoned out." Scout grabbed a sandwich and began to ate it. Icicle plopped a piece in her mouth. "Oh my God," she said between bites. "this is delicious!" "Ja," Medic replied. "That's German for 'yes', right?" Medic nodded. "I had a feeling that it was." Icicle wiped of the crumbs from her face, and grabbed another sandwich. "What should we do next, Doc?" Scout muffled, mouth full of bread. Before Medic could reply, Icicle suggested, "I want to see the rest of the team! Maybe get some experience in what they do." Scout flinched, and spat out his sandwich. There was a sudden moment of silence but was broken by Medic agreeing. "She's right. I think you should show her around." "Why me? She met you fi-" Medic glared at him. "Who heals you vhen you're badly hurt? Who helps you get UberCharged? Who is the one that cooks for the team so ve von't starve? And zhat's me. If you do not follow my orders, zhere vill be no more of zhat. Clear?" Scout slumped down in his seat. "Clear..." he whined. "Pay no mind to him. He can be a real schweinhund sometimes." "It's fine. Throughout my life, I had to dealt with ponies who can be complete dicks. But in the end, I'm friends with them. It's always the case." Icicle laughed.
Soon the large pile of sandwiches became smaller, and smaller, and smaller, until there was no more sandwiches. "I'm full..." Scout groaned. "Me too..." Icicle added, slumping on the floor. "Me three..." Medic was throwing out the excess sandwich that Scout had spat up. "Vell zhen. Ve shall go together to show Icicle around." Icicle lifted herself up, and grinned. "Thank you so much, Scout, Medic," she said with glee. Medic grinned. Scout stared at her, acknowledging her dark bluish-gray mane and tail, with large, rosy pink tips at the ends. He looked at her bright purple eyes, and her wonderful ice colored coat, with her wings dappled with a beautiful shade of red. She had a great smile that could go on for miles, as if she found her other, similar half. "C'mon, Scout!" Icicle cried. Scout blinked. "Alright, alright!" He followed the pony and Medic out of the waiting room. Maybe she's not so bad after all, he thought. He ran and caught up to Icicle, with a faint smile on his face. "So you finally made it, huh?" Icicle chuckled. "Yeah, I did." he replied. Icicle looked ahead, and was thinking about so far that Scout is like an older brother to her. He may be annoying and dickish, and much of a sass, it looked that he was quite a tough and strong person to look after her. He may have serious, blue eyes, and a loud, demanding voice, Icicle thought he was okay in her book. Maybe he's not so bad after all...