Chapter 14

The spy stayed there in the smallest supply room a little longer, crying to herself. She knew that they'd soon see each other again if everything went according to plan, but that didn't make this any less painful for her.

After a while, however, she got up. Wiping the tears from her eyes she put on a determined face. She had work to do, and couldn't allow her emotions to muck it up for her. They could come out later, when the job was done.

Looking at the piece of paper he'd given her she frowned. The few simple word he'd written really wasn't all that simple. It was clear that it was some sort of medical term, but there was no way she could pronounce it, let alone know what it looked like and how to use it.

Shaking her head she tried not to worry about it. This did pose an interesting problem, but she was sure she'd overcome it somehow. Heading out the supply room door and up the wider staircase she thought about how she might make this work.

Franticly rummaging through the doctor's medical cabinet would be nothing but suspicious. She could just go ahead and carry on with the plan without taking any actions, but that would put her mission – and her life – at risk. Her only other option would be to take out her teammates by force; she was a decent fighter with her knife, but there was no way she could take on eight people at once.

"Damn it…" she muttered. Coming up on the largest supply room she sighed. If she wanted this to work she'd have to get help. She just hoped he wouldn't rat her out.

Poking her head into the room she immediately spied the medic, talking to a small group of comrades, telling tales of adventures past. Without words she called him aside. Luckily he saw her silent plea and put his storytelling on hold, leaving the others to meet with her.

"Doc, you gotta help me," she started, "We're doing something big. I gotta do something about the others, get them out of the way so they don't get hurt or anything, and you're the only one I can trust in this place to help me."

"Sure… what is it zat you need? What will you two be doing?" he asked in response. He had no problems with helping her – in fact, he wanted to – but at the same time he wanted to know what was going to go down.

For a moment she hesitated, unsure if she should tell him. Realizing that he would be unlikely to help her if she withdrew that information, she decided that it would be best to answer his questions to the best of her ability. In a whisper so nobody would over hear her she told him the plan.

"Ah, zat is some scheme. You thought that up on your own under such pressure?"

She nodded, saying nothing. She just hoped to the high heavens that he would agree to help her.

"Well, I'd be more than glad to help you. But you know, I don't think zere is a need for two medics. I did used to be an engineer before going into med school…" he smiled, offering her his help.

"Wait, what do you mean?" she asked confoundedly. She only needed him to find this drug for her – she hadn't asked for anything else – so this came as a surprise for her. She knew that he was a good man, but she couldn't understand why he would say something like that.

"What you two are doing is great. You're sticking up for what you have, taking charge. It's something I haven't seen for quite some time," he complimented, "And I want in. If zat's not too much trouble, zat is."

"No, no… not at all. We'll need all the help we can get, in all honesty!" she said happily, amazed that he'd be offering himself up like this. It was possible he'd be throwing away everything he'd worked toward, but he didn't seem to care. Now that he was on their team, they were really rolling. Not wanting to waste another minute she handed him the piece of paper. Relief washed over her when she saw him smile mischievously.

"Yes, zis could work… ze benzodiazepine drug, flunitrazepam. I have plenty of zat in store in liquid form for zose restless nights when the team needs zeir sleep," he reported, "It would be less conspicuous if I were to administer ze drug, what with me being a medic and all."

She nodded instantly, and the doctor led her back inside to his medical cabinet. He was right: with him leading the way, nobody passed them a second glance. Hastily he grabbed what he was looking for, giving her a few doses just in case. Should something go wrong, she would back him up and try to help out.

When they were ready to begin putting the plan into effect the medic called out to the rest of the team, "Everyone, I have a simple request. Zere appears to be a virus going around, a parasite… a very deadly one. Just in case, I'd like to give you all a vaccination. We can't have you dying the day before our victory!"

The lot of them nodded, getting into their beds to make it easier for the medic. They didn't suspect a thing, much to the spy's delight. She managed to contain her excitement, though; if she were to let anything slip with her facial and verbal reactions, the whole plan could be flushed down the toilet.

Thinking to get rid of the most dangerous first, the medic made his way to the heavy weapons guy. Making it seem perfectly natural he injected the fluid into the man's veins. Within moments his body went slightly limp, his eyes closing peacefully.

"Hey, hey! What's going on here? Is he OK?" the scout in a nearby cot burst out upon seeing the effects of the shot. He didn't like what he was seeing, not one bit.

"Don't worry, he'll be perfectly OK. The vaccine has a few after-effects, this being one of zem: Nothing harmful, just a state of sleep. He should be up and perfectly fine again in an hour or two, without the need to worry about zis parasite," he explained.

The scout took it as true and very soon was in the same state. After that nobody questioned his procedure; he was playing them all perfectly. The spy had to admire it. Everything went fine, their teammates falling into a drug induced sleep one by one, until they reached the soldier.

"That's no vaccination, private," he growled. He'd been trained in the war to always be on the alert, watching for diminutive details in speech and body language in case someone among him was a spy. He'd seen through their plan. "You're not helping us, you're betraying us. THIS MAN IS A TRAITOR!"

Without any more hesitation he whipped out a foldable shovel from under his cot, bashing the doctor across the face with it before he could react. The medic fell to the floor, bewilderment in his eyes.

That was the spy's cue to step in. Luckily there was only one person other than the soldier who hadn't been dealt with yet: the engineer. Before the mechanic could react she was behind him, quickly preparing the needle. This was all happening so fast; he didn't know what he should do. Sitting there trying to figure things out gave the spy an opportunity to strike.

"Nighty night," she said with a dark humour to her voice, jabbing the needle into his neck and expelling the liquids out of the device. Very soon the contents of the needle were flowing through his bloodstream. For a moment he flailed his arms, clawing the air desperately in a sad attempt to get her away. Soon enough, however, he quieted down, the drug taking effect.

Turning her attention to the medic's fight she was that he was most certainly on the losing end. Grinning menacingly she made her way to where they were fighting: on the other side of the room.

"Filthy maggot!" the soldier cried crazily, advancing on the downed medic. It was clear that he was the dominating force in this fight, and was well on his way to winning. If this went on much longer, the medic could very well be killed.

Seeing that if she didn't do something soon her partner in crime could very well bite the dust, she whipped out one of her knives. Thinking fast she locked it in the 'open' position and hurled it through the air at the attacking man. She knew that it alone wouldn't save the medic, but it would buy him some time.

Miraculously the shot made contact, the knife slicing into his right arm. He grunted in pain and immediately dropped his weapon in surprise; he hadn't been expecting an attack from the side, assuming that the doctor was alone in this ordeal.

"Damn it!" he cursed, turning his attention to the knife. He winced as he yanked it from his flesh, throwing it to the ground at his feet. Looking around franticly he began to grow worried; his rocket launcher, the one thing that could finish the both of them for good, was nowhere to be found. Telling himself to suck it up he glared at the spy.

He'd been in the war, and being in a war he was made to fight with the enemy. At times they would ambush him, but he'd always somehow gotten to safety, even when facing a dozen men. This would be nothing; the medic was already down and his only other opponent was a girl. He'd focus on the spy, figuring it would be easy to take out a woman.

The spy took advantage of his few seconds of letting his guard down while he thought, leaping forward and stabbing the needle into his arm. It wasn't the ideal place to stick it, but anything would do for the time being.

"Why you…" he growled. Either she'd missed the vein or the stuff wasn't acting as fast on him, but he was still standing. The only difference was now he was in the perfect position to deal her a blow. He did just that, winding up a quick punch and ramming his fist into her gut via a powerful uppercut.

She fell to the floor, gasping for air. This wasn't good, not at all.

"This is my world… you are not welcome in my world!" he threatened, glaring at her menacingly. The soldier quickly looked around for a decent weapon, spotting an unused shotgun nearby. Without any hesitation he grabbed hold of it, pointing it to her head. He was about to pull the trigger and deal her a final punishing blow when something interrupted him.

"No!" the medic yelled suddenly, jumping onto the soldier's back. He'd somehow managed to get behind the man, just in time to stop him obliterating his friend. Not allowing the soldier time to react to this random turn of events he forced the needle into his neck, injecting the liquid.

After a few moments the soldier drug finally took effect, and he wound up just like all the others, lying on the floor. It was amazing: for a guy who'd almost just tried to kill the both of them, he looked so peaceful in his sleep because of the drug. They disregarded that fact for the most part, though; now that he was down, the two of them were finally free to go about their business.

Helping her up the doctor asked the spy, "Mizz spy, are you alright?"

She nodded. It had just been a simple punch, nothing she'd had troubles with before. She responded with a question of her own, "You sure you're OK? That was quite the blow he dealt to you."

He too nodded, rubbing his cheek gingerly. The semi-sharp edge of the shovel had sliced his skin and a small trickle of blood was running from the wound, but it was small and relatively unnoticeable. "I should be good… I've been through worse. We should go."

There was no way she could deny the fact that they should be leaving, but she couldn't help but want to allow the two of them a little bit of time to recover. Soon they were back on their way. On the way out of the supply room the medic picked up the engineer's wrench and some metal, along with his shotgun and pistol, discarding his own weapons on the sidelines.

It was time to take up his old job as engineer so he could better benefit the spy.

"OK, so what was ze next part of ze plan?" the medic-turned-engineer asked. He'd gotten so caught up in putting everyone to sleep that it had slipped his mind.

She smiled, saying nothing and quickening her pace. She wanted to get this done as soon as possible. She led him down the wide stairs and soon they were standing alone in the intelligence room.

"These things are set to attack enemies and people carrying the intelligence, right?" she asked, pointing to the level three sentry sitting in the far hidden corner. As it scanned the parameter for any possible targets it beeped three times softly.

"Yeah, zat should be right… if it was programmed correctly," he nodded. He smiled as he approached the machine, newly acquired wrench in hand. All the things he'd been taught about engineering way back when came flooding back to him.

With a few swift movements he whacked the sentry a good few times, rewriting its programming. Before long the task was complete. The machine didn't look any different, but the spy trusted in the man's abilities took the job to be done right.

He nodded to her, silently telling her to carry on with the plan. She did just that, approaching the desk in the open corner of the room. Closing her eyes anxiously she snatched up the remaining intelligence. Much to her relief the sentry went about scanning the room, not recognizing her as a threat or thief.

::End of Chapter 14::

Yuppers, here be chapter 14! The job was just too big for the spy to do alone, and since it really wasn't her area of expertise, she had to enlist some help from the more than willing BLU medic!

Soldier's on the top of his game, though; he knew what was going on and didn't go down without a fight. That scene was originally slightly different, with the spy rescuing the doctor through the whole thing and coming out unharmed. I didn't like that because it made her seem... better than him. And I didn't want that. So I changed it

Whodathunkit? The medic used to be an engineer!! It would be kind of odd if they only had one job their entire lives (other than maybe the scout as he looks pretty young) so I thought "hey... before he was a doctor, what's a random job he could have had?"

And engineer popped up, so now he's an engineer. That also works with the gameplay ties I'm trying to keep in here, as lots of people change their class halfway through a match. Of course, when you spontaniously change your class you die ingame, but that's not what happened here

I think that this really is coming to a close. I'm still working on chapter 16, but I think I'll split that up as right now it's about the length of two full chapters and I forgot to put some stuff in there. So I'm thinking 17 chapters will do it. That means there's only... 3 chapters left!

I'll update this soon, probably either later today or in a week's time. It all depends how much of chapters 16/17 I can get typed out. We'll see ^__^