Chapter 7

As the scout stared in disbelief at his teammate the RED spy chuckled to herself. Things were starting to get interesting.

To the nearby soldier he said as he watched, "My good man, I do believe you should go take guard. We've just lost a very valuable member of zee team, and we don't need another one of these mishaps when they're easily preventable."

The soldier nodded, knowing he was right. He wanted to stay and watch the events unfold as well, but the safety of the team would always come before entertainment such as this.

Without another word he left the room, going to diligently guard the main entrance.

"Move it, grandpa!" the scout growled, as he eyed the medic. If the man didn't move soon he planned to take force and make him move.

The medic silently shook his head, refusing to let his young teammate hurt the prisoner further. His arms spread to hinder any movement around him he denied simply, "No."

The scout laughed to himself. What was this guy's problem, anyway? First he saves the spy a first time, and now he refuses to let him be exterminated. That spy had killed one of their best men, and he would be terminated if it were the last thing the scout did. The medic wouldn't stop this if he could help it.

"If you don't move…" he started, swinging the bat fiercely. With a sickening crack it hit the doctor's wrist, surely breaking it. Doing the same to the other wrist he continued, "Then I'll just have to make you move."

The medic screamed in pain as the scout continued to mercilessly beat on him. Though it was causing him immense pain, however, he refused to back down so long as the spy was in danger.

Finally he broke down, falling to the floor helplessly. Unable to do much more he placed his body over the spy's limp body as a last protective resort. Looking to his attacker he cried sadly, "I WON'T LET YOU HURT HER!"

"Seriously, dude! Just get out of the way so I can finish this!" the scout demanded, giving him one last chance before removing the two of them from the picture.

"No… no, I won't leave her like this. I won't leave her…" he muttered weakly, holding her a bit tighter. He wouldn't let her go no matter what.

The scout nodded sadly. This doctor was so pathetic.

He was about to finish the both of them off when he received yet another interruption, this time from his own team's spy.

"Excuse me, but I do believe I've figured out why zee medic is so attached to that… thing," he announced with a cough. An important hop in his step he walked toward the small group.

Without another word he rolled the medic off their prisoner. As he took the enemy spy by the collar of her shirt he ignored the deeply sad look in the medic's eyes.

"Gentlemen, behold!" he said loudly, holding his counterpart in the air as best he could. He smiled devilishly as he ripped off the remains of her mask, revealing her identity, "A woman!"

A series of gasps rose from the crowd. Evidently everyone but the spy had been too focused on the scout's rampage to really hear the words that the medic had chosen.

"He… he took a lowlife girl over us? What a bloody idiot!" the sniper accused meanly. He was right in his accusation, of course.

"Oh boy, and ta thing I trusted him with mah life…" the engineer muttered sadly.

"Medic man is traitor?" the heavy asked in dismay. He'd thought of the medic as a great buddy, someone he could trust with anything; now he was starting to have serious doubts.

"Mmm!" the pyro exclaimed. Nobody could make out what he was saying, but it sounded excited for some reason.

Their mood quickly turned sour again, many of them unable to believe what was happening. They'd trusted him with their lives and yet he was still so quick to betray the lot of them.

They were just about to let loose in classic angry mob fashion when they heard noises coming from downstairs. It sounded like rockets exploding, and their attention immediately focused on that.

"Probably just that post traumatic stress disorder setting in again," the engineer suggested. That man was known to get overly paranoid at times, and they didn't blame him after what he'd been through with the wars.

"That's a distinct possibility, mate, but we best go take a peak just in case," sniper said nervously. If it really was the enemy and they ignored this, they could be in serious trouble.

"Pyro, you will stay behind to lock up zee prisoner and traitor. Zee rest of us should be on our way," the soy instructed smartly, leading the way to the lower level.

"Hmph–" the pyro started, though they were gone before he could finish. Hanging his head he turned to the two crumpled on the floor.

With care he went about getting them set up in the cell. He propped each of them against the wall, trying to make them as comfy as they could get. By now the medic had passed out as well, so the room was almost entirely quiet.

After making sure nobody was still lurking around the supply room he took off his gas mask to tell them something in a way they could understand, without the mask interfering with his speech.

For a moment the pyro stood there, happy that nobody was there to discover her secret like they had the spy's; the RED pyro too was a girl, and seeing that the BLU spy was also one made her day a little happier.

She'd thought she was the only one, walking a very lonely road.

"I'm so sorry for all of this," she apologized, even though it wasn't her fault at all. Stroking her super short brown Mohawk she continued sadly, "If I'd have known you were… I mean…"

She didn't know what to say after she'd willingly let her team do this to them. Deciding that there wasn't much anything else to say that could make up for what they'd all done she got up.

"You two take care of yourselves, and make sure to…" she told them, locking their cage. There wasn't much chance of them escaping with them in this shape, but she did it nonetheless. Putting on her gasmask she finished her sentence, "Mmmph mm hmm phm."

Sparing them one last glance she strode out of the room, flamethrower in hand. She could hear a battle going on downstairs and knew that it hadn't been a false alarm. She had to pitch in and fight off the intruders.

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The spy's eyes fluttered open slowly. She tried to get up, but only succeeded in sliding further down the wall. Her arms and legs had been rendered virtually useless along with most of her other body parts, and it was all she could do to keep her head up.

She didn't remember much from the last little while, but she did remember one thing from before she'd slipped into unconsciousness.

"Why… why did you try to save me like that?" she asked the medic, who was lying beside her. He was in better shape than she was, but he still had it pretty bad. Evidently he'd also regained consciousness, for he responded to her voice.

"Ah, I am glad to see zat you are awake. I was growing worried, but couldn't do much with my hands like this," he wheezed, smiling weakly, "I'd thought zee worst. I'm sorry for revealing your secret… it was zee only way to stop zier beating and buy time."

"I don't care about that," she said bluntly, "Why the hell did you put yourself in danger like that? You… could've easily been killed."

He was about to give her an answer, but never quite got the chance. Before he could even open his mouth to speak they heard voices from outside, and not long after that the door was blown open.

"Thar he is, lads!" the BLU demo man yelled excitedly. Victoriously he rushed in, happy to have found his teammate alive.

"C'mon boys, let's get 'im outta there!" the engineer added, charging in after the demo man.

Two others followed them inside, all of them happy to be reuniting with their faithful spy after being at a disadvantage for the last few days. Soon they were all gathered around the cage: the demo man, engineer, sniper, and heavy were all there to greet her.

"Hurry and blow the door free," the sniper suggested nervously, looking over his shoulder. He knew that there were still a few REDs alive, and he wanted to get going before they arrived.

He nodded, launching a couple of sticky grenades at the door around the lock. Before he detonated he called out an obligatory, "Watch yer heads!"

With that the door exploded in an assortment of sharp pieces of metal flying through the air. When the dust cleared they found that they were all very lucky to have come away from that with no additional injuries.

"Look like he in bad shape," the heavy observed, pointing out the obvious. It was clear that her girlish features were fully exposed, but none of them cared about that at the moment; they'd deal with that fact later.

Lumbering forward he tried to pick her up. Immediately he put her back down, though, for she started screaming in pain. He turned back to the others, silently asking what they should do.

For a moment they thought about their predicament. On the way up their medic had bitten the dust, blown to smithereens. On the other hand, though, they didn't want to put her through such obvious pain; it could but her through shock, which wouldn't be good at all.

When nobody came up with an answer the RED medic spoke up, "Listen, if you help me with something, I can eaze her pain. And then you can all get out of here before they arrive."

"Why should we trust bad man?" the heavy asked before doing anything.

"If you don't you'll be wasting valuable time and you'll be giving my team a chance to retaliate. Letting me help is the quickest way to ensure your safety," he explained, looking to them hopefully. He wanted to see her get to safety.

After a moment of deliberation they agreed to let him help. The sniper asked him hurriedly, "What d'you need us to do?"

Motioning to his medigun and backpack the doctor told them, "Fetch me zat, if you please. You'll have to help me control it, though… zee scout broke my wrists."

They did what he said, hastily retrieving his healing apparatus. Soon the backpack part was leaning against the wall next to the medic, and they were ready to continue.

"I need you to place my hands on zee handle and lever and keep them there. When I say, you have to pull the lever for me," he instructed.

Again they followed his instructions, positioning his body the way he'd indicated. He cringed in pain as they moved his hands, but he didn't care; getting the spy out of there was top priority, for if she stayed there any longer things would only get uglier.

Once the gun was aimed properly at the girl he gave the word, and a red beam of light shot out at her. Under normal circumstances it wouldn't have healed her due to their association difference, but he'd recently modified it in case something like this happened.

He sighed in relief as the beam engulfed her, healing her wounds. He could feel it working, but knew they couldn't heal her completely in the time they had; her injuries were severe and even with the help of his medigun he would need time to heal properly, time which they most certainly didn't have.

::End of chapter 7::

Chapter 7 is here, and just like how I promised a couple of you, the beating continues!! But all is not lost, for the BLU team has come to the rescue of our fair spy...

... That doesn't mean everything's going to turn out alright, though. Far from it... I still have a little bit I want to do with this thing, so it's not ending this chapter or next. Hopefully, if all goes well, it'll be somewhere around 14 or 15 chapters long.

I have chapter 8 almost completely done right now, but I'll hold off for a couple days on posting that so there isn't a huge wait in between that and chapter 9, which is about half done in rough form.

Either way, I'm still going to be putting a twist of sorts at the end. So look forward to that if you want lol.

I'm finding this very fun. Writing this is one of the more fun things I've written lately... and the only new thing, really. But yeah; trying to fit all the gameplay mechanics in here while still trying to stay at least -slightly- believible is awesomely fun.

Until next time ^__^

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