And no sooner did Enemy Medic usher the two into a building, while the others were blissfully unaware of their presence. After some quick calculations of risk assessment, the German came to the conclusion that trying to take down one sole Medic would be easier than trying to take on the rest of the team, should they be spotted. At least this way, should the enemy Medic try anything, he would be there with Heavy to quell his potential and dubious activities. And had Medic known that Pyro's lead would take them down this path, he would have asked their Sniper for his Jarate, just for good measure. For a brief moment, Medic entertained the possibility that Pyro may have lead him down this path with the intent to hurt him. Then he remembered that this was the same Pyro that liked helium-inflated balloons of unicorns. It was just as possible that he was trying to help.
The two found themselves stepping into a dark corridor, the only source of light coming from a small creak from the door opposite.
"This looks familiar..." Friendly Medic remarked to himself.
"It's because you have the same building. Now hush and follow me." He certainly was as impatient as the Medic he knew, Heavy mused to himself. Always rushing to get to business, always rushing to be punctual.
"I'm sure I won't need to tell you not to touch anything while you are both here."
Further into the room Enemy Medic went, and Friendly Medic had to slap Heavy's curious paw from reaching out for something that looked vaguely like food.
"You just had your sandvich!"
He hissed in whispered tones to him. Heavy looked sheepish.
"It has been long day."
When Enemy Medic came back to them, Heavy stepped in-front of Medic rather protectively, suspicious that he was going to try something. But when he saw that he was carrying nothing but a spacious bird-cage, he eased up and stepped aside.
"Archimedes?"
What responded was a familiar coo, coming from one of the two blood-stained doves within. Enemy Medic opened the door to the cage, and the fluttery companion wasted no time in flying back to its rightful owner. Medic's hand was already held out for Archimedes to perch upon.
"Oh! You're safe! You're fine. You're not hurt." A wide grin stretched itself across Medic's mouth and he gave a soft nuzzle to his pet. "I vas so worried about you. Do you have any idea?"
Enemy Medic remained quiet, but a look of amusement plastered his strong features. "You see, what happened vas, my Archimedes went wandering off by himself as well."
"Yes, he does that quite a lot, doesn't he?" Medic's eyes never left the white bird, eyes gleaming.
"It cannot be helped. They are curious creatures. But back to the story, my Archimedes somehow flew to your base and to the exact same room as this one."
Heavy, situated in the midst of all this, found himself getting tennis-eyed as he watched one Medic talk to the other exactly identical Medic. It was then he realised that if Scout bursted into the room right now and whacked him over the head with a frying pan, he wouldn't know which Medic was friend or foe.
"And in zhat very room is where he found himself- but only not himself!"
The two Medics mirrored each other's cackle. "It's no vonder he'd want to follow yours back to this room!"
"How do you tell which bird is yours?" The Russian couldn't help but inquire, and then instantly regretted it when both Medics shot him a look as if he had just gravely insulted their mothers. "Just want to know." He tried to add to soften the blow of his question.
"Zhat is like asking how do I know vhich hand is my own!"
Alternate-Medic nodded in agreement. "Exactly that."
Heavy had previously wanted to ask how the birds knew which Medic was theirs, but after his first question elicited such a response, he decided keeping his mouth shut for the next 5 minutes was for the best.
And then at some point, Heavy stopped understanding the conversation because the two had switched to speaking in German, seeing no point in expressing themselves in a tongue that wasn't native to either of them.
A good quarter of an hour had passed now, and while that wasn't much, the sooner they left the enemy lair, the better. So Heavy cleared his throat (albeit rather awkwardly) to get his Medic's attention.
"Was? Oh, natürlich! Wie könnte ich das vergessen? I'm sorry, Heavy. I almost forgot how late it was getting. That reminds me... How are we going to get out of this place without anybody noticing?"
Both eyes turned back to alternate Medic, and his deep chuckling slowed to a stop, features falling back into their serious and stern frown. "That's indeed a good question. But worry not! I have a plan."
Heavy felt scared.
Lucky for him, that sentence wasn't coupled with the addition of scalpels. Instead, the other Medic opened the back door of the room.
"If you're quick- and quiet," He put emphasis on that particular word, "Nobody should see you."
"Oh... You kept my Archimedes safe. However can I repay you?"
The Medic's identical counterpart smiled. "We may be enemies. But I will not hurt what I know is just as dear to you as it is to me." Then he arched a brow, "Perhaps next time you see me on the battle-field, you'll turn a blind eye."
The two shook hands to solidify the agreement. It of course, didn't mean that the war between them was over. But with any luck, this meant they wouldn't have to cross fire with one another.
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Was? Oh, natürlich! Wie könnte ich das vergessen? : What? Oh, of course! How could I forget?