Chapter 7: Beware the Spy
The next morning when the Pyro entered in to the common room, he saw the Sniper was already up and reading his newspaper at the end of the table. He took a sip of his coffee and saw the Pyro out of the corner of his eye.
"Mornin' Pyro." he greeted without fully looking up from what he was reading.
"Good morning Sniper." the Pyro greeted back.
The Sniper's posture stiffened, and he slowly lowered the newspaper blocking his view. He was a bit taken aback by the unmasked Pyro standing before him. Just to be sure he wasn't seeing things, he took off his glasses, breathed on to them, rubbed them with his undershirt, then placed them back over his eyes.
"Did I miss somethin' mate?" he asked with a bewildered expression on his face.
The Pyro smiled warmly, "Allow me to fill you in on the details of what you missed while you were in the infirmary…" he then proceeded to explain to the aussie all that had transpired the previous night.
The Sniper placed a hand on his forehead, "Bloody hell. So the RED Pyro was a sheila, and your sister no less…" he was still a bit overwhelmed by what he had been told.
He then leaned inwards, "Between you and me, I'd keep a close watch on Spy mate, from what you've said it sounds like he might try something on your sister if he gets the chance." he whispered to the Pyro.
Just then the Spy apparated out of thin air behind the Sniper.
"Peek-a-boo!" he shouted as he grabbed his comrade by the shoulders.
The Sniper nearly jumped out of his chair and gave a loud yelp. The Spy burst in to laughter at his startled reaction. The Sniper leaped out of his chair and made a go for the Spy, who simply stepped out of the way. He swung at the Spy once again, but this time the Spy grabbed on to his forearm and twisted it behind his back.
"What's ze matter? Don't tell me your injuries have slowed your reaction time!" the Frenchman taunted.
"Guys, guys knock it off! You're team mates for Christ's sake!" the Pyro shouted.
The Spy let go of the Sniper, who simply scowled at him. He swiped his coffee and newspaper off the table and stomped off while cursing under his breath.
The Pyro gave the Spy a stern look, "What is your deal anyway? You're always causing trouble among your own team mates. Why?"
The Spy placed a cigarette in his mouth and lit it, "I do eet to keep zem on alert. You never know when a RED might sneak up on zem and-" he then mimicked someone getting their throat slit.
The Pyro knew he was jabbing at his sister. "My sister wouldn't do that, not while I'm here."
The Spy frowned, "Oh please, do you really think she won't try something? She eez a RED, and REDs kill BLUs. No amount of coddling or 'brozerly love' will get rid of zat basic instinct wizin her." His frown then changed to an eerie sneer, "I sense anysing eez wrong, and my knife might accidently slip in to your sisters back." He then stabbed the air and began to cackle loudly.
The Pyro clenched his fists and advanced on the Spy, "Why you…" but just as he swung for him, he vanished. He could still hear the Spy's soft cackling as he continued to swing at the air.
He then slammed his fist on the table and swore under his breath. He grabbed a couple of wrapped cinnamon buns from the fridge and headed back for his quarters. He found his sister still sound asleep upon entering the room, so he quietly shut the door behind him.
He nudged her gently, and she stirred from her slumber. She stretched out her arms and sat up in her bed. She gently rubbed one eye with her hand and yawned loudly.
"Good morning sleepy head, I brought you a little something to eat." He handed her one of the cinnamon buns and took a seat next to her on the bed.
"Did you sleep well?" he asked.
"Well enough." She replied as she tore open the wrapping. She hadn't eaten in some time, so this was a welcome meal.
Her brother leaned in and signaled for her to come closer. "Listen, you need to be on the lookout for our Spy. He still doesn't trust you, and I'm afraid if he gets the chance to kill you, he will." he whispered in a worried voice.
She stuffed another piece of food in to her mouth, "What should I do then?" she asked.
"Just try and be around someone at all times okay?" he advised. She nodded in compliance and finished with her cinnamon bun.
"By the way," he started, "What's with the black hair?"
"Oh, it's nothing. There's no real reasoning behind it, just felt like a change of color is all." she answered, and that was good enough for him.
d enough for him.