Chapter Ten!
~CITY (NUMBER ONE)~ A/N: Places are numbered so you know where we are in the journey!
People had a similar conclusion upon seeing the RED team walking down the street; there must be some convention going on.
It wasn't quite everyday a colour-coordinated line of dressed for battle men/whatever Pyro is passed them by. Still, it wasn't very nice of them to stare.
Some of the mercs handled this better than others.
The Soldier for example just glared right back from under his helmet, while the never-really-like-people Sniper attacked a civvie, thinking they were a Spy.
Yelling excuses ('it's only natural to be paranoid!') the team hurried to the next street. Spotting a small shop, the Pyro signalled it could potentially sell maps.
Oh. Sell. As in, requires money in order to get.
Shrugging off the Spy's not getting arrested idea, they plotted how best to steal one.
Because Scout was fast and Heavy was intimidating, they both headed in. The Heavy stood in front of the cashier and subtly attempted to block the man's view with his body.
"Nice weather tonight," he recited the classic distraction line. However because the two REDs displayed an impossibly high number of hints about what they were doing the cashier realised this.
"They're on to us! BAIL OUT!" the Scout shrieked, grabbing the nearest map and dragging the Heavy outside.
The bigger, confused man did not respond well to the idea of being chased and so chucked a nearby dumpster at the shop door, effectively barricading it.
He and the Scout then found the team had already made a run for it and rushed after them.
A short while later the nine failing men rendezvoused in a small park they stumbled into.
"I suppose zhat could've been worse…" the Medic sighed. "Vhere's zhe map?" Scout gave it to them.
"…You dumbass Scout this is a newspaper!" the Soldier yelled.
And that's why the RED team were forced to go onward minus a map. And wanted for stealing.