Seventh chapter, earlier then usual but hey. Hope you enjoy it. And remember to drop a review. At least i know if I'm doing a good job.

Starring in this chap:

The Violet Team.

9.45 A.M, Edinburgh Airport.

"Wow dad, this is a cool gun!"

"Just a toy, lad, to keep you two occupied. Don't run around with it, though." Grunted Douglas, grinning as his children. They both smiled in their new sets of clothes at their father, before going back towith the 'fake' grenade launcher. Douglas' wife leaned towards him, a furious expression on her face.

"Fake huh? Doug, why are you letting the kids play with that…. thing? And why do you have it, for that matter?" she hissed. Douglas cowered in fear.

"Well honey, I… we don't have any place to hide it, it's safer letting the kid having it. At least everyone will think it's just a toy."

"A toy doesn't need to be held with both hands!" she hissed again, while her son was running behind his sister between the legs of passengers that were trying to catch a flight. "And why do you have something like that?!"

"Why… listen woman, I was probably given that to protect you and the kids! Come on honey, It's not loaded. Just relax."

"Relax?!" nearly screamed the woman, drawing the attention of a couple of passing men. "Sorry if I'm a little nervous for the fact that someone tried to shoot us down!"

"Well, you are a police officer, you should be used to it…" murmured Douglas, trying to be humorous. Without succeeding.

"Douglas McCroy!-" she began, standing at her full height, her hair sparking with electricity, her eyes blazing. Jus to be interrupted by a gentle voice behind her.

"Excuse moi?"

She turned, looking at the person that dared to interrupt her scolding: a tall man in an elegant suit was standing in front of her, a calm expression on his faceface as he gazed at her. Behind him, a red-haired girl in a green dress was looking at her.

"What do you wa-"

"Spy! Pyro! Holy dowly, it's really you!" boasted Douglas, standing up and moving aside his wife to shake the man's hand. The woman glared at him, but decided to see where this was going. "Lads, is good to see you two!" exclaimed the black man, smiling to the pair, as Deirdre waved timidly at him.

"Est good to see you encore in vie, monsiour Demoman." Stated calmly Jaime, shaking the other man's hand.

"Hahaha, I don't have any idea of what you just said." Answered the Demoman, smiling brightly, not noticing the frenchman rolling his eyes. "Have to admit, it's hard to recognize you without your balaklava. And it's hard to recognize you without all your suit." He stated, pointing at the pair. "But where are my manners? Woman, those are Spy and Pyro."

"The ones from your story?" asked coldly the woman. Douglas ignored her.

"And this is Sue, my lovely wife, and… Sean, Sarah, come here you two!" he shouted into the crowd. The couple of children emerged giggling and running toward their father, their laughter stopping in the same moment they noticed the couple talking with their parents.

"And those are Sarah and Sean, our children." Concluded proudly the Demoman. "Lads, say hello to your daddy's friends."

The Spy just waved flatly to the couple of kids, his eyes locked on the grenade launcher in their grasp, while Deirdre crouched, smiling to both of them.

"Hi there kids." She managed to say, smiling. "My name is Deirdre."

"Why don't all of you go take some breakfast with the nice lady?" asked the scotsman, giving a pleading look to his wife. Sue huffed, before taking her childrens hands and beginning to walk, followed timidly by Deirdre.

"I see our common friend left you a little present too." Stated the frenchman, pointing at the grenade launcher left on the ground by Sean. Douglas picked it up, sighing.

"Aye. With a reason, I assume. We were chased, last night." Grunted the Demoman. "He gave something to you too?" he asked, his eyes locked on the frenchmen, who nodded, showing a golden pocket watch.

"It's some sort of cloaking dispositif, even if it doesn't work like my old 'cloak and dagger' watch." Answered the Spy, while staring coldly at the moving crowd. "Say, was it a good idea for you to leave your family alone? Deirdre didn't get any weapon, you know?"

The Demoman opened his mouth, trying to reply something, before a voice sounded behind them from the landing bridge.

"Zis is a violation of my rightz!"

-oOo-

"So… I didn't catch your name…" said coldly Sue, passing a little glass full of warm milk to Sean while glaring at the red haired girl, that cowered a little behind her cup of tea.

"I didn't say that… I… huh, well the Demoman already introduced me, yes?" she said, gulping and smiling awkwardly. Sue didn't move away her gaze, still studying the girl.

"His name is Douglas. And I want to know your name." she insisted. If she was really the Pyro that Douglas had described in his stories, she had to make sure she wasn't around the kids. A criminal family was enough.

"Well… uh, ah… my name is Deirdre Callaghan and-"

"Where are you from?"

"Well Dublin but-"

"And tell me, what were you doing in Dublin, before you met Douglas?" asked again the woman, leaning towards her. Deirdre bit her lip, while starting to breathe rapidly, closing her eyes. The woman raised an eyebrow, as a confused murmur escaped the girl's lips, sounding something similar to "I don't believe in magic, I don't believe in magic, I don't…"

"Are you ok lady?" asked Sarah innocently, looking at the girl and tapping her arm timidly. Deirdre's eyes shot open as she jumped slightly in her seat, before relaxing and giving a weak smile to the girl.

"I'm fine sweetie. Just a little bit tired." she said, returning her eyes to Sue, who was still studying her face. "It's not something I want to talk about." She said, before lowering her gaze and grabbing her cup, sipping a little bit of tea.

"I'm keeping my eyes on you." Sue murmured, as the girl nearly choked.

-oOo-

"Zis is an outrage! I'm a doktor, not zome kind of weird terroristic person!" exclaimed Klaus, as a couple of men of the security staff held him, as a third one opened the briefcase that had evidently caught their attention.

"It's a routine check mister, please calm down." Stated one of the men, trying to calm down the german, who seemed to be far from calm.

"Zhere is no necessity of thiz!" Klaus grunted, as the man opened the suitcase and extracted a cleaver-like blade fixed into a bonesaw's grip. Its most prominent feature was a large syringe filled with violet liquid and the needle protruding out of the front of the saw. The guards' eyes widened.

"Vat? That's my inztrument, you know?" Klaus huffed angrily, shoving the guard's hand off of his shoulder. "I zuppose you have to pay attention to vat people take on the planes, not vat they take off."

"That's the most stupid thing I ever heard!" stated the guard, putting back the strange looking saw. "We have to take you into custody, mister."

"Vat? For vat, if I can inquire?!" nearly screamed the man, stepping back from the guards, just to be grasped all the tighter by them. The Demoman and the Spy peeked between the mass of people stopping and toward the group of arguing men.

"Est que le Medic?" asked the frenchman, watching as the german tried to grasp his briefcase, but was restrained by the guards. There was little brawl, as the german tried to flee, with a series of swears and curses in his native tongue.

"Sounds like him." said Douglas, nodding and scratching his. One of the guards tried to restrain the german, and received the suitcase on his head. "Now… what do we do?"

"Help him?" asked the frenchman, as the other two guards leaped over the german, trying to restrain him.

"Yeah, of course, but I mean, he's not making things easy."

One of the guards took out his gun and pointed it at the german on the ground, accidentally ripping a piece of his suit, revealing a green and gold striped vest under it.

"Well… fuck." Stated the Demoman.

-oOo-

The undertaker nearly choked at the sight on his screens: the family? In the airport? Without him noticing? He tapped frantically on his phone, his eyes glued on the images.

"The family is in there! Where are you?"

"We're moving boss, but we'll need a few minutes."

"I don't care! Those damned mercenaries are going to die if you are not-" he began, then stopped when on the screen the image of the demoman came out from the crowd, slamming a bottle of something on the family's member's head. "Ok, take your time."

-oOo-

"Classy as usual, herr Demoman. I thought it vas your intention to qvit the drinking." Scoffed Klaus, getting on his feet and smiling to the black man. Douglas grinned, before patting the german's shoulder.

"It's lucky that I ain't, aye?" he asked, as the Spy walked out of the crowd, waving weakly at the Medic, who smiled, recognizing the slim figure.

"Ah, herr Spy too? That'z an interesting reunion, after all these yearz, ja?" he stated, ignoring completely the couple of guard rising on their feet, looking with disbelief the little group chatting. Just before a fat, small man took out a gun and shot at them.

The crowd panicked as the bullet hit the frenchman, who fell soundlessly to the ground, laying motionless. The people began to run, panicking and screaming, as the Medic and the Demoman stepped back, staring at the lifeless body in front of them. The short man backed up, as if he was surprised himself at what he had done, before aiming his gun again.

The pair of guards blinked before reacting, extracting their weapons and ordering the man to surrender. Just before other random people extracted weapons, shooting them down. Douglas and Klaus take cover behind a counter as the group of armed guys began to shout orders, trying to get a grip on the situation.

"Oh, zis is strange, they are not killing anyone." Stated calmly the Medic, opening his briefcase and grabbing the saw.

"Hell lad, how can you be this calm?! They killed the freaking Spy!" nearly screamed the scotsman, while behind the counter there was the sound of steps, as a large group of family's men left the corridor, leaving a couple of them holding down the people still there.

"Zis is herr Spy we are talking of. I'm sure he had zome sort of back up plan for zomething like this." Stated calmly the Medic. As soon he said it, there was a muffled scream, a couple of shots, the sound of cracking bones and a last shot.

"That's what you get, you little bastards!" sounded the cold voice of the Spy. The other two men poked out from behind the counter, watching as the Spy examined the gun he had stolen from one of the two men laying on the ground, their necks broken.

"How did that work, lad? I saw your freaking body!" shouted the scotsman as he walked towards him, while taking out his grenade launcher and putting a couple of purple-colored shells inside the barrels, grasping them from the depths of his pockets.

"Le cloaking device, apparently activates itself whenever I get hurt, even for the most minor wounds." Stated the Spy, pointing to a little scratch in his side, where some blood stains were on his suit. "And at the same time leaves a fake corpse."

"Ze Mann industry don't even know vat to invent next." Said the Medic, grinning a little crazily.

"We got to get the others. Your family and Dei- the Pyro." Stated the Spy, while preparing his stolen gun.

"Ain't too worried. They are with Sue, after all." said calmly the scotsman. "They are safe."

"Who's Sue?" asked the german, adjusting his glasses. One of the corridor's door blasted open, as the aforementioned blonde woman entered into their field of view, with her hair messy, her dress a little burned and bloodstained, and in her hand were resting the remains of a chair.

"Douglas McCroy!" she screamed furiously, walking straight towards the Demoman, as from behind her Deirdre emerged,a terrified expression on her face as she carried the two kids, who were watching their mother with dreamy expressions.

You should have seen mom, Dad!" exclaimed Sean, waving at his father. "A bunch of weird looking guys entered the bar, waving and screaming, and mom grabbed her chair and beat them up!"

"I know lad, that's why I married her, after all!" said [the Demoman, smiling. Then the expression on the woman's face made him cower in fear.

"De dire le verité, I think he was too scared to say 'no'." whispered the Spy at Klaus's ear, as Sue began to shout at her husband. The german chuckled, before walking towards Deirdre, greeting her with a warm smile.

"Fräulein Pyro, I see you are still in shape." He said, eyeing for an instant the girl's chest. She blushed and lowered her eyes, smiling.

"Don't push your luck, Medic." Whispered the Spy, poking the german's back with the gun. Deirdre blushed even more. Meanwhile the kids were looking around, examining the motionless bodies on the floor, as the few people still in the corridor were running away, screaming.

"Uh… are they… dead?" asked timidly Sean, looking at the motionless body of the fat man that had tried to shoot the Spy. Deirdre walked towards him, examining the body too.

"They are. They probably tried to hurt your dad." She stated, pulling the kid away from the body. "Just don't look at them."

"…YOU KNOW WHAT COULD HAVE HAPPENED, IF THAT GUY HADN'T TURNED HIS BACK TO ME?!"

"I know honey but…"

"WE WERE LUCKY THEY WERE TOO STARTLED TO TRY TO SHOOT ME IMMEDIATELY!"

"I understand honey but…"

"AND ALSO! ALL THOSE HORRIBLE STORIES ABOUT 'THE PYRO' YOU TOLD ME! THAT GIRL AIN'T NO PYRO! SHE WAS AS SCARED AS THE KIDS!"

"Well, that's a surprise, but…"

"Come on frau, don't be zo zevere on your ehemann. He zaved my life here." Stated the medic, trying to intervene in the Demoman's favour. The woman moved her blazing eyes towards him, and Klaus asked himself why he hadn't stayed quiet in his corner.

The Spy's cellphone began to ring in the same moment as the woman began to release her fury over the Demoman and the Medic.

"Pret?"

"Go outside, there is a military transport helicopter waiting for you."

"Pourrait etre a problem." Stated with a little smile the frenchman, while looking at the german cowering behind the scotsman.

-oOo-

The sniper was the first to notice the sound of a little helicopter, over the calm sound of the sea crashing against the ship's sides. As he raised his eyes, he saw the little chopper against the darkening sky lowering towards the ship. The Soldier followed the Sniper's eyes, and grunted.

"The others? Already?" he asked, taking a couple of steps. The others moved their eyes too, looking at the lowering helicopter, as a group of sailors rushed towards the end of the deck, freeing it from the few crates that sat atop it, leaving just enough space to permit to the aircraft to land.

With a screeching sound the helicopter's door slid open, permitting a female figure to jump off onto the deck. She began to immediately walk towards the captain, as the helicopter raised immediately into the air again.

"Oliver. such a long time." She exclaimed, over the sound of the propellers that kicked up a wind which made her long, black hair swirl in the air like crazy. The captain grinned, walking towards her and shaking his hand.

"I would have appreciated more a less stressed situation to meet you again, miss. But anyway, welcome to my ship. Your cabin is ready." He stated warmly. The girl nodded, and began to follow the old man, but then stopped and focused on the four men that were looking at her. She whispered something at the captain's ear before walking towards them.

"Well, good evening gentlemen." She said calmly, waving her hand.

"'Evening, missy." Answered politely the Engineer, as the Sniper motioned a bow, tapping his hat.

"So, you are the guys that the Undertaker is so eager to save, huh?" asked the girl, studying the group.

"You're saying it as if it's a surprise... is it?" asked the Engineer, trying to not stare at her eyes: one was an electric blue color, while the other one was a deep purple.

"What's strange is the fact that he wanted to save someone who didn't work for him to begin with." She said, moving her eyes over the Heavy. "Even if maybe… well, that would explain part of it…"

"And who are you girl?" asked aggressively the Soldier. He hated to be left hanging by someone. The girl drew her eyes over him, her hair dancing due to the wind.

"Undertaker's favourite medic. He called me for my help. And I can't refuse that."

"We already have medic, little woman." Grunted the Heavy, glaring at her. "We don't need a different one." The girl smiled apologetically.

"Medic for Undertaker's personal health problems, not for your…team."

"Hey don't say that mate. No one said we need the Medic. Ah mean, we're just hiding from those little pesky gremlins, aren't we?" stated the Sniper, scratching his neck worriedly.

"No fighting? Do you really believe that? Then why give us weapons?" boasted the soldier. The girl smiled, before turning and walking away.

"Those are good questions. suggest you ask them when you meet the Undertaker, tomorrow evening."

"Tomorrow evening? No ship can travel between America and Sweden in less than a day!" stated the Soldier, before scratching his neck. "Right?" The girl chuckled, before disappearing into the metallic belly of the ship.