Chapter Twenty Nine!

~CITY ONE~

"Where're we gonna look?" Scout demanded, because he had had Bonk and was too hyper to simply ask.

"Bloody spook could be anywhere…" the Sniper muttered. Then he glanced up with a start. "Or, everywhere."

The street was practically littered with RED Spies.

"Aw Hell. We should just kill all of 'em," the Soldier suggested.

"Partner, we're in public," Engy reminded him anxiously.

"'Public' my ass! Fighting is sure to result in victory! WE MUST FIGHT!"

The Soldier made to stride forward, brandishing his shovel, but suddenly the Pyro was in front of him.

"What're you doin' here?" the Scout enquired. He had started to bounce on the spot due to the sugar rush. The Sniper worked it out;

"Spies," he breathed, "Spies everywhere."

The four guaranteed RED mercs exchanged glances and wordlessly made a decision. RUN AWAY.

~CITY THREE~

The other REDs were having a much better time. They had immediately found their Spy chillaxing on a bench near the teleporter. He put on an accent and greeted;

"'Sup?" The Pyro responded with a cool little head bob motion. "How did it take you so long to notice?" Spy sighed.

"Fer one thing 'e was as much an ass as you," the Demoman offered. The Spy glared.

"Vell, no matter," the Medic said dismissively. The Heavy added;

"We meet team at canyon, Spy. Come on," he led the team to the broken department store. Surprisingly the bikes were still there; they were ready to set off… but- fast food place dead ahead.

How could they resist?

~CITY EINS~

While running, the legit REDs had made up an anti-Spy word; mentlegen. Whether this would work was up for debate.

"We're gonna die!" the Scout sort of yelped, sidestepping yet another 'RED' Spy and apparently forgetting respawn. The other classes didn't respond; mostly 'cause they were exhausted.

Think about it- we got two more-or-less campers and a guy with I think about eighty percent movement speed. You get the gist.

Regardless they were attempting to circle back to the teleporter. Unsuccessfully. Spies were sneaky and the four REDs were almost backstabbed every other second. Engy somehow remained stubborn enough to make the team not fight back in front of the civvies. Boo.

~CITY DREI~

The five RED mercs casually nommed food-they-would-never-pay-for and doodled in the complimentary colouring books.

They glanced up however as there was a small flash outside, and moments later the Scout ran past the restaurant, helpfully crying 'MENTLEGEN! MENTLEGEN!' before he decked it.

The Sniper and Engineer almost ran over him, because they didn't know I changed the mechanics- enemy Spies cannae use teleporters.

But no one told them that.


Ah ha, 'getting it in the neck', I liked that review :p

Thanks for reading guys! :D

...Mentlegen...