Alright! Another Chapter, sorry for the delay of this chapter. I'm moving to a new state and well moving is definitely a process, so yeah. Due to the delay this is going to be the last and final chapter, making it the longest one. Long enough that I'm thinking about making this a part one and a part two for the ending. Hope you love this chapter!
Okie dokie bye.
ENJOY!
Previously:
Back at the RED base BLU Spy was left in the darkness, at least his stomach was full now. He finally had enough of everything and finally completely understood what the RED Spy was going through. It was a case of Jealousy and loneliness, an emotion that's hard to cure. Enough was enough though it was his time to escape. Squishing his body into himself he pushed his feet up making himself slightly jump. He quickly slid his hands under himself to where they were now in front of him. Guiding both of his hands to his feet he took off his right shoe pulling out a small knife, small enough to pick at the lock around his wrists. A few clicks and then a pop, he was free. He rubbed his irritated wrists, quickly to continue untying his feet.
He crouched by the closet door slowly turning the knob peeking out of the corner of the door. Once he saw that nobody was in sight he made his way into the middle of the room. Now standing, Spy looked around the room to find a window to his left. His hands pressed lightly around the window to find the lock, unlocking it he made his way out of the RED base. He guided his body carefully shuffling himself to where he could get on the roof to make his way safely down the base. On the ground he needed to decide where he was going. It's most likely the RED Spy is with Sniper in his van impersonating me. I'll check there first, but I'm going to need some weapons... I have a feeling the RED Spy won't go down without a fight. It wouldn't surprise me if they've came up with a new safe word, it's probably why the bushman hasn't figured out any of this out. Having his last thought he cloaked heading over to get back what's rightfully his.
Continuation:
~{:Chapter 12: One Discovery, Two Shots, Three Words}~
The time was exactly 12:34 in the afternoon. There was a slight overcast in the sky, but still clear enough to see the suns rays that peaked about. The masked man gave the sharpshooter specific directions to follow. He did as he was told, but had a bit of skepticism.
"How much farther do we have ta' go?" said Sniper keeping one hand on the wheel and the other on his stomach. "Moi stomach is beggin' for food."
Spy stopped from starring at the window to look at the time on his watch. "We have... about an hour and a half, not including the walking." he said to look back at his friend for a reaction.
He grunted before saying. "How long is the walk?"
"Turn right, when you come up to those rocks. I would say about 30 minutes or so."
"Oi hope we brought food because oi'm starting to think that week old pizza is lookin' appetizing." said Sniper licking his dry lips.
"What week old pizza?" Spy gave a disgusted face at the driver.
"They one by your feet."
As if the Spy had seen a rat scurry across his feet, he quickly pulled his feet up to his chest looking down at the floorboards left and right. "That thing?" Spy pointed at the grey scrunched up looking hard object.
"Yup." said the Sniper confidently, not ashamed of anything. "What did ya' think it was?"
"I thought it was a rock... You are disgusting you bushman!" Spy scowled
Sniper gave out a smirk that Spy caught, and then he started bursting out laughing uncontrollably. He put the gear into park and stopped the car to catch his breath. Spy stared with annoyance displeased with his friends laughing. "Oi'm just messin' with you." he said chuckling. "It's not a week old pizza."
With a sigh of relief, Spy placed his legs back down crossing his arms still frustrated at the man, he continued to look out the window in silence.
The marksman gave out a smile and then said "That's because it's an month old pizza..." Taking the vehicle out of park he shifted it into drive.
Spy's gaped his mouth open in disgust re-positioning himself back up near his chest holding his legs together. Instead of giving the Aussi a death-like stare he punched him in the arm, leaving his victim to give out a small cry of pain. "Just hurry up with your driving, and when you come upon that hill take a left then another right."
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Coming upon the base the BLU Spy immediately noticed something different. Something was off, but what was it. THE SNIPERS CAMPER VAN! Thought the Spy. Decloaking he made his way over to where the Snipers's van usually would be. He bent down on one knee touching the ground softly, squinting his eyes he could still see the tire tracks. What have you gotten yourself into Snipeur? The marks in the sandy colored dirt were still visible meaning he practically just missed them by a few minutes. Spy stood back up shaking his head "How am I suppose to catch up to zhem now..." Just great...I suppose getting refueled on my weapons should be the first objective.
Turning around to the base to retrieve some extra weapons a figure was standing before him. They both jumped slightly back at the sudden surprise. Spy stared in horror but then calmed down knowing who it was. The figure stared back for a few seconds before slashing out his flamethrower. Spy held up his hands in surrender having the tip of his own teammates weapon glide across his face.
"Pyro it's just me the BLU Spy, lay your weapon down."
"HPM CNN I TRUOHM U?" Pyros hands gripped the handle tighter showing his seriousness.
Spy smiled, daring to place his face closer to his friends hose of flames. "Go ahead. I think we both know that neither one of us can't take damage by your own teammate's weapon."
Pyro lightly pressed the trigger. A light liquid of orange, yellow, and red escaped from it's cave releasing the air with immense heat. Just like a huge rock in a flowing river, the flames showed the same reaction. The flames repelled away from the masked man leaving him with only a grin on his face. "Satisfied?" The Pyro gasped and them embraced the man with a tight hug. "Ok.. You can put me down now." Apologetically the firebug tried to rub all the wrinkles out on the Spy's suit.
"MPH!" The Pyro sounded surprised.
Just by the body language the Spy knew that he was thinking. "Yes I know the RED Spy has disguised himself to impersonate me to get with our Sniper."
"MPH?" he tilted his head giving the notion that he was either confused or wanted to know why.
"I will explain everything later, but I need to get into zhe base to retrieve back my weapons without being noticed by zhe others. Pyro you are the only one besides Sniper that knows, understand?"
He shook his head understanding the situation, which gave him an idea. "MHP PHMHM HPM MPHPH. PHMHM OHMOHMOPH."
Spy rubbed his fingers under his chin nodding to Pyro's plan. "And wonder if they catch you getting my supplies?"
"MPHM MPHPM MPMH PMH PHM."
"If you say so, meet me back here as fast as you can with all my supplies okay?"
Pyro gave out a cry of happiness, nodding accepting his request. He shuffled his way back into the BLU base to grab what the agent needed. Meanwhile the Spy needed to think of how he was going to reach his co-worker. I could try to run there... but that would way too long. Spy shrugged at his thought I guess I will have to improvise.
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The little firebug made his way over to where all the dorms were located. He found the Spy's and quietly as he could open the door without anyone noticing, which was hard during the afternoons when everyone was up and about. Creaking the door open, Pyro was interrupted by his country sounding friend.
"Pyro? Might I ask what yer doin' goin' into Spa's room?"
In a slight sense of panic Pyro whipped himself around closing the door shut as well. "...PHM PMHM PMHMH." said in a sad way, he slouched his body and tilted his head down.
"Yeah I miss 'im too but we all have to move on."
Pyro shrugged letting his head hang low. His partner put a hand on his shoulder. "Hey don't look so down alright. That's not the Pyro that I know. But have you seen Slim anywhere, I need to talk to him. I think he should see the Doc."
Pyro tilted his head curious about the subject. "You've noticed that he's been acting strange right? Talking to himself, not eating, shutting himself out from us." Pyro shifted his weight trying not to explode the truth to his friend Engie. "Are you alright there? Is there somethin' ya' need to tell me?"
He frantically shook his head giving his companion a thumbs up. "Well okay then. I'm going to go try and see if I can Slim anywhere see ya' later." Pyro waved his friend goodbye, once he saw that no one was in sight he went back to his objective. In the room he looked through the drawers gathering Spy's things and equipment.
Eventually Pyro returned to his invisible friend providing him all his things.
"Merci Pyro." Thanked Spy. "Now to find a way to reach Snipeur." said Spy out loud, while equipping himself with his revolver, butterfly knife, and fresh new batteries for his invisa-watch.
The firebug sprang into action mumbling something to the Spy cluttering his words together. He grabbed Spy's arm without hesitation pulling him toward an abandon garage. No one had used it since it was too small to fit any car or van. "Pyro what are you-" The masked man was interrupted once more to the cuddly monster saying something, but his gas mask made the words muffled. Spy's patience was getting low, every second he wasn't near his friend the farther he was becoming. Pyro let go of the snakes arm to walk over the garage opening it up. A fog of dust dispersed out of the covered shelter revealing a white coat. It was a bulky shaped material, but that wasn't the only thing it was hiding something. Protecting it from the dangers of the collecting dust.
The mumbling man approached the foreign object lifting the shield off the motorized vehicle. The color of the vehicle was Red and Black, but mostly Black with some Red stripes across the sides mimicking flames. The front of the bike had a small shield to prevent incoming bugs from splatting onto the rider. A helmet was left on the seat of the motorcycle, glistening in a black coat of paint. Spy couldn't make up the words to express how in love he was, with the bike that is. It was stunning, fast, professional looking.
"P-Pyro.. Where did you get zhis?" Spy walked over the bike gently rubbing his delicate fingers across the bikes leather seat.
"EMPH MPHAM PH FPHM MPH." replied Pyro the best he could.
"Zhe cowboy made et himself for you? Interesting."
Pyro nodded a sadly, mostly because he felt bad for all the trouble of bothering the Engineer to help make him his own vehicle. Not including the fact that he never really had a use for it. But his sadness quickly recovered after he gestured his hands over the motorcycle for Spy to try it out. The secret agent sat down gingerly getting use to the feel. His hands traced over the handles slowly gripping them. The keys were given to him by the Pyro, slowly the key made a click and the motor made a beautiful roar, signaling its life. The headlights flickered on showing all the dust that filled the room. The BLU firebug gave a thumbs up and gave out more hand gestures to hurry up and get of there. With a bow of acknowledgment the BLU Spy placed the slick black helmet on over his head, and with the flick of his right wrist he was off.
The speeds were phenomenal, what really impressed him were how quiet the motor was. Although some noise, it was mostly quiet. In fact quite relaxing if he did say so himself. He gained speed reaching 50, then 90, soon 130 mph. Dust whooshed in the air behind the masked Spy like a fire coming out of it's hiding spot. The breezed whipped by him so fast causing his suit to dance everywhere. The Frenchman knew that he could probably get up to 200 mph if he really wanted to but didn't risk it. Going up to those kinds of speeds could cause him to lose sight of the van tracks, and he didn't want that. Checking his watch the time showed 1:20 p.m. He wasn't the best tracker in the world, so he didn't exactly have the skill to tell how long of a drive the Sniper and RED Spy went on, so he hoped and prayed that it wasn't too far out of reach.
Thoughts of the RED Spy came up, and how crazy and pathetic he was for trapping him in a closet just so he could hang out with the his Sniper. "I'm coming for you." The Spy thought aloud.
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Time: 2:04 p.m., exactly 2 hours and 26 minutes till destination.
An hour and a half had past by since the last time they checked. "Park over zhere." Spy had pointed to a shaded spot over by a boulder of rocks. Sniper did as he was told and parked over by the rocks that overcast a shadow. "Now whot?" said the marksman.
"We walk." replied back the Spy, he unbuckled his seat belt getting out of the passenger seat and into the open.
Sniper gave out a large exhale doing the same. The sun warmed up their bodies, starting to make them form a bead of sweat. "Let's go, before we miss zhe sunset." Spy waved over for the Sniper to follow. "Whoi can't we just take me van all the way up." His head looked above him seeing where they needed to go.
"Because, unless you want to fall off the edge of that cliff, the weight of the van will capsize the rocks where we could possibly fall to our deaths." Spy gave out a funny smirk continuing ahead of the Australian.
"W-Wait up!.." Sniper said grabbing his hat and running over to his buddy. Finally catching up he muttered under his breath. "This betta' be bloody worth it." He stuck his hands in his pockets carefully walking on top of the rocks making sure he wouldn't slip. From what he could see it looked like they were heading over on top of the canyon. From all the traveling he has done he didn't really see the excitement about this trip but as long as he was with his friend it didn't even matter. In his mind he was suspicious of the Spook at first but then things started to come together. All the quick disappearances, sudden acts of business, they were all suspicious but now he was thinking that maybe he was working hard to come up with this. This plan of event, and he didn't want to disappoint the mastermind if he worked hard to prepare an event like so.
I mean honestly if the Sniper had respect for anyone it would be Sp... A sudden aroma of scents pasted the Snipers nose. It was salty but sweet; like peanut butter. The smell was getting stronger as he approached the masked man. From behind he noticed that he was holding something in his hands, it looked like a bar of some kind. A Granola Bar? He walked a little faster than before to just get a glance at what he was eating. His stomach began to growl with every sniff of his nose. With what he saw he knew it, it was a peanut butter energy bar.
"Oi you had food on ya' the whole time?!" Sniper grabbed Spy's right shoulder tugging him backwards making him turn. The evidence was in his hands, he held the peanut butter energy bar still eating it right then and there, almost teasing-like. Spy looked at the bushman and then to his hand again. "Oh this? Hmm.. It appears so." He shrugged and turned back around but was compromised as Sniper tugged at his shoulder once more.
"You knew that oi was hungry, whoi didn't ya' give me it?" Sniper was being un-rational as his hungry was starting to get to him.
"I was, but then i changed my mind after you laughed at me in the van."
Sniper stared in amusement. "You're bloody serious?" He complained "You know that oi didn't really mean it right?"
"Is that so?" The disguised Spy crossed his right arm around himself supporting his left elbow on it, he slowly waved the bar back and forth teasing the man. The marksman head followed in motion of the energy bar, his salivary glands were working overtime creating a slight drool.
"Spo..Spoi come on lad, please can oi have just one bite?" The mercenary begged.
"I don't know Snipeur, I'm still hungry, and this bar is delicious." Spy was speculating the food in his hand taking another bite.
A rumble came from the hungered man, he placed his hand on his stomach wincing from the growl. "S..Spoi please, whot do ya' want from me?"
Crossing both arms he stood up straight and asked for an apology. Quickly Sniper complied with the request. "Oi'm sorry for laughing at you. There can oi have a bite now?"
"A deal is a deal."
Sniper's expression showed excitement and happiness. His hunger would now be satisfied and the stomach clenching would stop. He starred at the piece of food coming toward him, but was quickly interrupted as the masked man ate it in front of him not leaving a crumb to be seen. His jaw dropped not believing that Spy just did that. How could the spook be suck a jerk and eat in front of the man knowing full well that he was starving.
No words came out of his mouth, the silence was getting unbearable. Spy gave out a grin and turned back around licking his fingers clean. He continued walking but was tackled by an unexpecting force. The Australian turned the Spook around grabbing his shoulders shaking him uncontrollably. "Whoi you little spook... WANKA... USELESS PIECE OF SHI..!"
"SNIPEUR!" The Spy yelled, despite the sudden yell he remained a calm composure. Sniper stopped, his face red from anger. Spy leaned in closer to the huntsman's ear whispering a little message into his mind. He let go of the Spook and reached into his right pocket to find that it was another energy bar. He looked up quickly to be embarrassed at the sudden lash against his own teammate. Luckily Spy's back was turned already walking to continue there journey. For the rest of the way the Aussi was quiet.
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Time: 3:15 p.m.
Night was soon to approach before the BLU Spy knew it. The tracks were becoming harder and harder to spot from the shadows coming out of there hiding spots. In the distance Spy could see something familiar. The closer he got the more visible the object became. Just like his own it was a vehicle, larger though. Obviously the Snipers camper van, with every inch he became closer the slower he was. Coming to a complete stop, the motorcycle was about 10 feet from the van. He took off the helmet placing it on the back of the seat. He carefully paced himself over to the van, he ducked his head under the window to make sure that no one saw him. Once he was positive with his plan he sprung straight up aiming his gun in the window. A few minutes pasted by after reassuring himself that no one was in the camper van.
Where could zhey 'ave gone? Thought BLU Spy. He checked the interior of the front drivers seat to see if there was anything that would pinpoint where they were heading, but unfortunately there was nothing. In a final act of instinct he looked at the ground to check for any footprints, lucky enough he found some. The imprints in the ground matched up with the style of the bushmans. At least I 'ave somezhing to work with. BLU Spy followed the tracks the tall slender man left and worked from there. Although it wasn't much it was better than nothing, he guessed it could have been worst. It was hard enough to try to stay stable on the crumbling rocks anyways.
Every step got him closer he could tell by the way the land was forming. It stopped twisting and started to widen out and become more flat. The tracks were starting to fade as the shadows of the night became more excited. From as much as he could gather Spy tried to estimate where they were trying to go. Hmm.. They must be heading up to that canyon cliff from what I can see. What would they be doing up there? Without anymore questions Spy continued on his journey.
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Time: 4:30 p.m., at the destination. 30 minutes till sunset.
" 'ere we are." Spy had a happy smile on his face looking back at his BLU buddy. On the other-hand Sniper had the complete opposite he was tired, frustrated, and did I say tired? He walked over to the edge of the canyon and plopped down lying down on the dry dirt ground panting.
"Tired already, mon ami?" spoke Spy slyly. He sat beside the Sniper poking him once in the chest, the marksman tilted his head over to his friend. He reopened his eyes staring at his friend. "Oi'm beginning to regret my decision on goin' here with you."
Spy lightly patted his cheeks. "You sure are impatient for a Snipeur." Sniper waved his hand meaning to get Spy's hands off his face. "Now sit up." Spy patted the ground next to him for the Sniper. "Just look out into zhe distance and admire what REAL art is."
The Aussi decided to give the Frenchman a chance at his words. He sat up signing on the way up, he looked into the distance and stayed quiet. He let his mind go and relax, have a little break it seemed to make his external senses more enhanced. The air smelled fresher than normal, the air felt warm with a cool breeze, everything sounded so alive but you couldn't hear anything talking. The sights were just as good, all the golds, blacks, browns, oranges, and some green. Crevasses of rocks joined together swerving left and then right, but still managed to leave a gaping crack in the middle. Just below them was a river reflecting all the colors that surrounded it. It was beautiful to Sniper, it almost reminded him of the outback with all the life around him.
He closed his eyes and leaned back supporting his weight with his arms, he tilted his head back breathing in the fresh air. "Oh but et gets better." Sniper opened one eye and looked at the man beside him. He saw him taking something out of both of pockets, yup you guess it it's food. He took out some separate baggies one had chips, the second one had some pretzels in it, and the third had some peanuts in them. "Care to have a little snack?"
"Yeah sure, mate."
Time: 5:30 p.m.
The two mercenaries finished all the small bags of food and were ready to watch the beautiful sunset. The sun lowered itself down to the horizon it flashed it's beautiful after effects. The light reds and oranges rushed by a ocean of blue. The sights were pretty amazing and breathtaking. Time seemed to tick by every minute the sun had disappeared. The moon finally had its time to shine, like a family the stars gathered together. The two men laid down looking up at the star lite night immersing themselves in the loud silence produced by nature.
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His clues were gone, they had disappeared with the night. BLU Spy was becoming tired and hungry, he didn't think about bringing any food with him. He didn't expect the mission to be this long, more like take to arrive this long. Just as he was about to doubt himself he herd something, or someone. There were noises, laughter in the distance. The accent was clearly Australian, the other was a Frenchman. A RED Frenchman.
Time was getting closer, as well as him. He took his time with sneaking over by the two. He hid behind a nearby rock cloaking with his invisa-watch he disappeared in a plume of smoke.
"The night sure is a beat." said the Sniper in a relaxed demeanor.
"Et sure iz." Spy had a sudden epiphany of the situation with his own Sniper. The painful memories flooding back into his mind, a tear was starting to form, but was rudely interrupted by a agonizing voice to him.
"AHEM! Gentlemen. Snipeur, RED Spy." the BLU Spy introduced.
The two men quickly stood up and looked at the figure standing before them. "SPOI?" Sniper had a questionable look on his face.
"ET'S Zhe RED Spy!" shouted the impersonator.
"Nonsense! Are you really going to fall for this insolence?" questioned the real BLU Spy. He aimed his gun over to the impersonators chest ready to shoot at any given second. "Tell him zhe truth before things get too out of hand."
"Whot are ya' talkin' about you bloody RED Spook!" Sniper instinctively reached out for his Kukri but forgot that he left it in the camper van, he curse under his breath.
"I don't know what you're talking about." stated the enemy Spy, he reached out his suit pocket slinging out his ambassador gun aiming it at the other spy's chest as well.
"Bloody Spoi, whot do ya' want from us?"
"YOU IMBECILE I AM THE BLU-" Before another word come out of the Frenchmans mouth his enemy had tackled him to the ground causing him to drop his gun. In defense he quickly shoved him to the right pinning him to the ground knocking his ambassador to the ground and kicking it away. The BLU threw two punches at his RED enemy, but he dodged them quickly grabbing both of the BLU's arms and swinging him off his chest. They rolled and tumbled around in the dirt both throwing punches. At this point it was too hard for the Sniper to know who was who. They both had on the same suit, not to mention that it was too dark to see exactly what was going on.
Though thinking about it he saw the opportunity to grab both of the Spy's guns and steadily aimed it at both of them. They both saw and stopped fighting but both gripped the back of their masks tight, causing the two to form a headache.
"Don't just stand there you fool! SHOOT HIM!" shouted one.
"Don't be so gullible bushman, SHOOT HIM!" yelled the other.
"Don't listen to him, I warned you he was a liar!" claimed the BLU Spy on the left.
"Mon ami, how can you trust him, I was with you zhis whole time." insisted the other BLU Spy on the right.
"SHUT BOTH OF YA' BLOODY MOUTHS!" Sniper yelled back. "One of you is the real Spoi, and the other is a fraud. The only way to find out who the real spoi is, is by guessing the safe-word." explained Sniper.
"But of course!" both the Spy's said at the same time.
"You, on the right." He pointed the gun to the Spy on the right signaling to tell him what he thought was the safe-word.
"Easy, shadow." said the BLU Spy
The enemy Spy let go slowly of the mans mask giving him a devilish grin eyes turning as black as the night. "Wrong answer.." BLU Spy quickly looked over at Sniper giving him a worried look. Sniper stared at the traitor in the eyes, but didn't shoot, at least not instantly. There was something warming about it, even if they were a cold grey blue something seemed really concerning about them.
"What are you waiting for mon ami, shoot."
"Snipeur, please don't..." Sniper cocked the guns hammer, his pointer finger resting on the trigger. The BLU Spy slowly put one of his hands behind him ready for anything that was about to go down. Everything happened in slow motion, but in reality was too damn fast. The BLU Spy rapidly pulled out a gun he had hidden and whipped it out aiming at the traitor.
BANG
BANG
A second of silence... Then a hit to the ground.
See you in the next part!
