Medic was pulled away from his... "work" when a small box attached to his belt began to beep. He huffed and pulled away from the figure below him, snatching the machine from his side and gazing at the green LED screen. The man frowned momentarily, before patting Pyro's cheek and climbing down from where he sat over them,
"I vill be back in a little bit," he kissed the scarred flesh on their face, "try and stay comfortable vhile I'm gone," With that, he flipped the medigun above Pyro on to full power and left the room.
The German hurried down the hallway as he continued reading over the small screen, the words "INTRUDER" flashing near the top every now and again. Damnit... He didn't expect anyone from the team to discover them missing so soon, and being this far away from base should have bought him more time! How was he found so soon? He supposed there was the chance that it wasn't anyone from the BLU team, but that only made the possibilities worse.
The medic made a sharp left turn into one of the warehouse's many rooms. No, no... He shouldn't expect the worst. There was always the possibility that it was a cat or some other animal tripping the security alarm. He flipped a switch on the large desk before him, bringing the wall of screens to life.
He looked from monitor to monitor, trying to find the source of the silent alarm being tripped. His eyes were immediately drawn to the BLU supply truck parked just within view of screen six,
"no..." Medic slammed his fist on the desk, "Vhy are ZHEY here?!"
The BLU looked to the next screens in an attempt to find the owners of the vehicle. Ah, there! Right in screen eight. Soldier, Spy, and the RED Sniper all walked closer to the entrance- wait... They brought the Sniper with them?! This wouldn't do... If his dear Pyro saw that piss-stained Australian had come for him then all of the past hour's work would be for naught!
He only just got him to stop crying for Sniper to rescue him- there was no way he was going to start all over!
Medic stared sternly at the screens before bringing forth the small box from his hip once more. His expression contorted into a demented smile as he pressed a few buttons to activate the security system. He would have to remember to thank Engineer greatly for the use of the "guards" he borrowed. Who knew that he just had to say that he was using them to "protect team assets" for the Texan to let him use them!
Maybe he just wanted someone to test the adjustments he made to them, but Medic really didn't care. Though… if the Engineer ever found out that he was using them to protect Pyro from these intruders… well he might actually be happy about it, come to think of it! That American seemed to be close to his dear Pyro. Hopefully not too close…
Oh well, the firebug's previous relationships wouldn't matter to him after the doctor was finished. All he would care about was the love and attention that the doctor offered. With that last thought in mind, the German flipped another switch on the desk, before tapping a microphone to his left,
"I must commend you on finding this place so quickly!"
The voice rang through the empty halls of the warehouse, slightly startling the three mercenaries who were trying to sneak through, "Guess that's it for 'stealth'" the RED grumbled as he glanced toward the American to his right.
"I never thought my own team mates vould bring an enemy vith zhem," The German chuckled over the speakers placed throughout the building, "But I suppose zhose who are jealous can be quite desperate to reclaim vhat zhey zhink is zheirs,"
Clarence's lip twitched, "Don't talk about her like she's property!" He yelled into the halls.
"Of course Herr Pyro isn't property," a pause, "Not YOURS anyvay"
The way he could practically hear the disgusting grin playing over the medic's lips made his blood boil. He opened his mouth to say something, but stopped when Spy placed a hand on his shoulder,
"Do not let him get to you," the Frenchman gave his shoulder a tight squeeze, "You are a professional killer, act like it," he then placed his hand in his suit pocket and held a finger to his lips.
He hated to say it, but the BLU was right. He had to keep his head if he was going to be able to do anything to help Mich.
"Veeellll," The medic's voice seemed to get quieter for a moment, as if he moved away from the microphone before returning to face it. "I vould love to keep chatting vith you all..."
Sniper could hear the sound of loud footsteps approaching from the deeper halls of the warehouse, "But I believe zhat you haff more pressing matters to attend to," Medic let out a laugh before the microphone was switched off with a loud "POP".
The aussie clenched his teeth in a tight frown. He needed to get to Mich before that insane doctor did something to her- assuming he hadn't already.
The sound of heavy footsteps drew closer to the trio, "Which way now?" He looked to his side where the Spy previously stood, but was met with emptiness. Sniper shot a glance to the American to his other side, who gave a slight shrug in response.
Typical of a Spy to disappear right when he was actually needed… What should he do now? He had to find Pyro somehow, but where should he even start? This building had way too many hallways and corridors to be counted as a warehouse!
Well, there was one thing he knew for sure: Mich would be somewhere deep in the building where Medic could keep an eye on them, which most likely meant in the direction of whatever was coming toward him and the soldier.
The Australian went over a quick list of the weapons he brought from the supply truck as shadows of odd figures began to emerge from the end of the corridor. Kukri, huntsman, Sydney sleeper… right. He reached and pulled the bow from its place on his back. This would have to do for fighting the—
"…Robots?" His irritation shown clearly through his question. In front of the two opposing mercenaries, approached more than a team's worth of those robots Grey Mann would send after them.
Wasn't Grey dead?! And furthermore, why would his dumb machines be working for the BLU Medic? The Australian stared at the soldier to his side for a moment, watching the taller American scratch the back of his neck.
"Any idea why these things are here?" He drew back the string of his bow and released the attached arrow. He hated how resilient these things where when he fought them in the past, but these seemed… weaker. He glanced down at the body of the scout-bot that skidded by his feet, his arrow still stuck through its optical lens.
Soldier hefted his rocket launcher to his shoulder, "I remember Engineer talking about taking some from off the battlefield," He aimed and fired the weapon in the direction of the metal enemies, smirking as a quarter of them exploded into bits of shrapnel and gears.
He looked over at the sniper beside him, "Said something about 'loaning them out for testing' I think…" he frowned as another handful of bots appeared from around the corner. Nothing the two of them couldn't handle; metal soldiers and a heavy, a couple of spies that immediately cloaked themselves, and a medic-bot- but it was all so irritating. He had already wasted close to ten minutes and more than enough arrows on these stupid robots! Ten minutes he should have been able to use in finding Mich.
Sniper bit his lip. They were spending too long on these things! He had to hurry up and get past these distractions to find Pyro… Who knew what that cooky doctor could be doing to her while he was stuck out here! He could only imagine what she was going through, and he hated it.
The sound of the mechanical heavy's machine gun spinning up drew sniper away from thoughts of his trapped lover. He and Soldier quickly ducked in behind the growing pile of robotic corpses to their left to avoid the incoming bullets,
"Aim for the medic, mate!" Clarence made his voice heard over the weapons attacking them.
The BLU nodded and aimed his weapon for the one-wheeled enemy, Sniper retrieving the rifle from his own back as he did so. Most of the arrows he shot had broken on impact with the robots' skulls, so he would likely not be able to reuse them.
The sniper aimed his rifle and let it charge. Soldier seemed to have a handle on the mechanical Heavy and Medic, but there were still plenty of enemies to take care of. He shot one of the Soldier-bots in their path and watched as the jarate-charged bullet shorted its circuits. The Australian bit the inside of his cheek as he and the soldier to his side eliminated robot after robot. They just had to get this over with as soon as possible.
The pair stood after killing the last soldier that stood in their way, "Any idea where that spook got off to?"
The American shook his head in response, nudging the other man's arm with his elbow, "I'm more worried about those two robo spies…"
"Right," Clarence nodded as he moved his rifle to his back, pulling the kukri from his belt loop. He couldn't risk respawn reaching this far out of town. If he died here, it would probably mean a guaranteed death, "Well, no use waiting around here for them to sneak up on us,"
"Agreed!" Soldier offered one more nod before starting down the hallway that had previously been filled with robotic enemies.
This was no time to celebrate a victory against a few broken machines. He was finally getting closer to finding his love… Sniper hoped she was alright. She had to be! He would never forgive himself if Medic had scarred her further.
A wide frown spread over his lips. All he could do was move through this concrete maze of a warehouse toward her. He bit his lip and took a deep breath, attempting to picture her beautiful smile.
Sniper closed his eyes before whispering words of encouragement that he knew she would never hear,
"Don't worry Sheila, I'll save you,"
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Mich's eyes opened suddenly. They looked around their surroundings quickly, seeing the same room as before. So much for it all having been a dream… They must have blacked out from the pain after their former friend left the room. Why did he leave in such a rush? They were slightly delirious from the pain, so they didn't really pay attention when he was leaving. They shook their head. No time to dwell on him, though.
The firebug squirmed against the restraints keeping them pressed to the metal table beneath them. Their wounds were all gone- though there was a good deal of new scarring over their stomach, chest, and thighs- and they had built up quite a large overheal from the medigun above them. Maybe if they tried hard enough- maybe if they broke a few ribs or dislocated their shoulders, they could escape! They could just heal themself afterwards.
Pyro struggled against the bonds as hard as they could… but there was just not enough room to move! Damn… things sure were looking hopeless for them.
A small chuckle escaped their throat. It would be alright! Clarence would come and save them!... somehow… Pyro had to hold on to thoughts of their boyfriend right now, but they knew the chances of him coming to their rescue were scarce.
How long would it take for him to find out they were missing? How long would it take for their teammates to find out… Engineer and Spy would notice at the next mission, but their other teammates might not even care! They weren't exactly the closest friends they supposed… And Medic would probably just go in to work as if nothing were wrong at all!
Poor Clarence… what would he think? Maybe he would assume there was a respawn failure or that they just left him or that they were killed for their relationship with him or any number of things-
Pyro took a breath. 'No, don't get worked up.' They thought to themself. Right. There was no time for worrying about if their love would forget about them! The BLU knew that they needed to keep their chin up. They wouldn't let Medic break them…
Maybe once Medic got back they could fool him into letting them up- tell him they understood how he felt and wanted to embrace him or something. No, that wouldn't work… He was smarter than that and would probably do more terrible things to them if they "played with his emotions" or whatever dribble he would shout in their face.
They bit their lip. They didn't have much of a chance of knocking him out from their current position. Maybe if he tried to sit on them again… o-or… their lip began to bleed slightly. They felt so dirty…
None of this was their fault. They didn't deserve this. It wasn't their fault… right? No. They didn't. 'Don't think that way- it'll be fine… this is nothing worse than what they did to you at the asylum'
They shivered… nothing could be worse than being locked away where those doctors and nurses could do whatever they wanted with them. Nobody cared about the pyro when they were stuck in that terrible institution for all those years. Things were different now! Miss Pauling, Spy, and their dear sniper… they all loved the firebug!
A chuckle escaped their throat and echoed through the empty room and out the slightly ajar door. They would make it through this. They just had to-
The sound of footsteps brought their attention to the door. Medic. No no no they hadn't planned for what to do when he got back! Shit, what should they do? The footsteps were quickly approaching the room. No time… damnit. They would just have to endure whatever he did to them until they could think of a better plan. Pyro shut their eyes tightly, biting even further into their lip.
"It iz good zhat you can still laugh in a situation such as zhis," The voice was familiar, but not the German one that they expected. They turned their head to the best of their ability to see the man standing in the door,
"Bonjour, mon ami,"
Wowza it took a while, but here's the second to last chapter! Sorry about my college schedule getting in the way. I can say that I aced all of my classes, though!
I'm looking forward to finishing this story tbh. I have lots of other stories I want to make that I'm holding off on so that I actually finish this one! In any case, merry Christmas ans happy holidays! I hope you all enjoy this chapter :)
I am not sure when I will be making the next chapter, but it will be made! Keep an eye out my friends ;)