For five years I waited. I toiled and plotted my revenge over and over, but in the end, nothing seemed to be enough. Every plan was more bland than the last. I ran a tired hand down my face. The years had not been kind to me. The war at Teufort had ended, but who was I to let a good grudge die out? Pyro and Sniper had married and moved in together. And isn't that just the perfect ending for them? I crossed my arms bitterly. A brutal wind cut through my jacket and I shivered. How anyone could stand this weather was beyond me. With my teeth still chattering, I trudged through the snow. I had to get closer to the house, but not so close that Sniper would notice.
Their house was normal enough. Just a plain townhouse in the middle of nowhere with farmland surrounding. There were remnants of a garden in the backyard; clay pots, trellis, and a raised bed told me that much. It's good to see Pyro is following their other passions nowadays, I thought wistfully. Too bad it'll all be put to an end today.
I nearly jumped out of my skin when a vehicle stopped not far behind me on the road. A small child jumped down from the bus' steps and started running towards the house with their backpack flopping obnoxiously behind them. Their face was so full of curiosity and innocence. Suddenly, I felt sick. That's right. Pyro and Sniper were thinking of adopting, weren't they? Feeling dizzy, I leaned against the nearest tree to get my bearings straight.
"Are you okay, mister?" I felt the blood drain from my face. I slowly turned to the child. Freckles and green, inquisitive eyes greeted me. My throat seemed to clamp up at the thought of having to kill this kid.
"I'm fine. Run along now, petit." I could feel the nausea as it swirled in my stomach and threatened to climb into my throat.
"You look like you're catching a cold. Look, you're even shivering!" The little gremlin pointed at me. As if I wasn't aware.
"I'm not sick, just leave me be!" I hadn't meant to shout, but honestly, with all of the thoughts filling my mind so suddenly, I wasn't really surprised at my own outburst. The kid stepped back for a moment. Then they puffed out their cheeks and lower lip. What should have really clued me into the oncoming disaster was the scrunched up eyebrows and teary eyes.
With the force of a hurricane, the child brought their fist up to their eyes and positively wailed. Reacting like a cat that had just been doused with water, I obviously acted like a professional. I certainly didn't panic and climb the tree. Anyone who tells you otherwise is a liar and a coward. It wasn't until I heard snow crunching from underneath me that I realized someone else had joined us.
"Finally come around looking for revenge, Monsieur?" The former RED Spy was wiping the tears from the child's eyes and rubbing their back gently.
"Will you stand in my way?" I narrowed my eyes at him, reaching into my jacket for my gun. He seemed to pause as if considering.
"Non, I don't zhink I will. Though your targets aren't 'ere." He looked up with an unreadable expression, "Zhey went on vacation, Monsieur."
"And left their child? I find zhat hard to believe." I spat at him.
"It's zhier anniversary and I offered to babysit. I am 'er Godfather, afterall." A few moments of silence seemed to pass between us as the little girl seemed to be calming down. Looking at a trained killer like this was just too domestic. It went against everything I learned as a spy.
When the RED Spy looked up at me again, his eyes had softened, "Would you like to come in for a drink?" I narrowed my eyes at him. Was he planning an assassination? "Non, I zhink I'll pass." I leapt down from my post.
"But of course. You always were so paranoid. I suppose some things will never change. Zhough, if you do change your mind," The RED Spy stepped up to me and pushed me against the tree. I felt my heart climb into my throat, "You'll know where to find me." With that, he scooped up the small child and headed back towards the house. After having a moment to collect myself, I called after him, "How? I don't have your number!"
"Check your veste, Monsieur. Adieu for now." He even gave a cheeky little wave. I felt all of the anger from earlier drain away. Giving a humorless laugh at the absurdity of it all, I began to walk away. But would it really be so bad? It's just a drink. It doesn't have to mean anything. I stopped and looked back towards the house. After much internal debate, I kicked at the snow and swore under my breath.
I stood in front of the door for a few minutes. I didn't have to do this. But in the end, I raised my fist and knocked. The door opened with the Spy holding a fresh cup of tea, "Is it too late to take you up on that offer?" I asked.
"Not at all. Come in." He smiled and waved me in.