Spy was heavily reliant on Scout for his gun, for he had given his revolver to Horst. He didn't like having to rely on the BLU for a gun, and he would never have admitted it. They took the stairs, having found out that the lift wasn't working. In fact, the lift wasn't even in the lift shaft at all.
As they walked up the stairs, voices began to echo from floors below. Spy leaned over the edge of the railing to look down, though from where he was he couldn't see anyone. "Stay quiet," he ordered Scout, who nodded and gestured zipping his lips. "Keep going up."
Spy himself cloaked and went back down the stairs, keeping his eye on the bars of his Invis-Watch.
"Lad, I'm sorry I didn't believe ye when ye said he was heavy."
"Shut the fuck up and just walk."
"It's not my fault I'm heavy."
Spy narrowed his eyes, standing at the top of the stairs and watching as Demoman and Pyro came into view, carrying a Medibot between them. They looked tired from having to carry something so heavy.
Out of natural instinct, Axel's head snapped up, his eyes darting around as he heard the familiar sound of a Spy decloaking. "Spy?" He called out, hoping he hadn't just been hearing things.
The assassin gracefully appeared from the higher flight of stairs, standing on the ledge above the two mercenaries and staring down at them. From where he stood, Axel could see Spy's eyes gleam with pity at them from under the hood.
"Gentlemen," Spy greeted, not approaching them to help. He was not a man made for labour like that.
Demoman scowled. "Oi lad, get down here and help us carry him."
Spy seemed to consider the order for a moment, then shook his head. "Non. If anything, I am going back up to disable the security system. Goodbye." He cloaked once more as the two REDs yelled after him.
He joined Scout back on the top floor. "Who was that?" Scout asked.
"Pyro and Demoman. Carrying a robot. Not sure why, but it is none of my business. Now, where is the security system?"
Scout took another look out of the tiny frame of a window. "Can't see it from here. If anythin', it's probably inside the damn room."
Spy narrowed his eyes as he looked out of the door, pulling his disguise kit out of his jacket pocket. He opened it, taking a quick browse through the options before smoke engulfed him and Spy had turned into a Mecha-Engineer.
Scout seemed to be a mix of awe and disgust. The 'mecha-engineer' had the exact same likeness as the real one, which made him a little tempted to shoot the Spy.
"Now, you can't disguise so I'm going to go out, take that Scoutbot's head, and you're gonna put it on. Understand? If these robots are as stupid as they make out to be, you'll be fine." Scout seemed a little disturbed at the disguised Spy spoke in a metallic voice identical to a real Mecha-Engineer. He nodded along.
The Mecha-Engineer nudged Scout out of view from the door and opened it with all the confidence of a real robot, walking out casually. The guard robots stood perfectly still at their posts, ignoring the Mecha-Engineer walking by. They were indifferent to the disguised Spy passing them, unaware of what he actually was.
Spy gave the wall a quick scan, looking for any panels. He turned down a hallway and grabbed the first Scoutbot that passed, quickly severing its head and gently letting the rest of the sparking body fall. He cloaked, safely returning to Scout with the head.
"Put it on," Spy ordered, still disguised as the Mecha-Engineer. Scout took the scout's head in his hands, turning it over for a moment before he slowly fitted the hollow metal thing around his head.
"Ya know, I can't see out of this shit."
"Well figure it out somehow." Spy didn't give Scout any time to adjust the head so he could see before leaving.
The two of them walked down, eyeing the heavily guarded door leading to Gray's office. There were two Heavybots and two Soldierbots on each side of the door, holding weapons at ready. None of them gave the two a passing glance.
Spy decided to try his luck. He walked up to the door, one of the Heavybots reaching out to stop him. "What is your business?"
Spy's calculative mind thought up a response in an instant. "Gray sent for office repairs." Short, simple, sweet answer.
The Heavybot eyed him for a moment, considering the Mecha-Engineer's answer. Behind, Scout tried not to do anything stupid and un-robot-like out of nervousness. There was a brief moment of intense staring between the Heavybot and Mecha-Engineer, but Spy held his ground and didn't flinch. The Heavyboy relented, stepping aside to let the Mecha-Engineer into the office. Scout managed to slip past as well, the door swinging shut behind him.
They took a quick look around the office, looking for any cameras. Still disguised, he approached the security camera, pulling his butterfly knife out, and cutting the wire linking the camera up to the master panel. He did the same for any other cameras found in the room, before finally undisguising.
"Alright, now, let's see what we have here," Spy hummed, moving to the control panel behind Gray's desk. Scout continued to wander around, marvelling at the view from the office. He leapt into Gray's chair, relaxing.
Spy shot him a dirty look, but didn't say anything about it. He leaned over the panels, quickly typing away and hacking into the files. A little French muttering came from him as he clicked away.
"Man, this view is great!" Scout grinned. He rolled Gray's chair over to the window, taking a look at the view. There wasn't much to look at say for a forest, but it was peaceful nonetheless.
Spy ignored Scout's rambling, focusing all his attention on the computer. He had found access to all the building's lockdowns and security cameras, and all he had to do was shut it down. The Frenchman clicked around, a sly smile growing when he found the master command. Quickly, he entered it in, stepping away from the computer in triumph when the screen returned with a message that said all cameras and lockdowns were suspended.
"Aw man Spy, great job!" Scout said, getting off the chair. As he met him, something sounding eerily like a gun safety clicked.
"Oh… it sure is a great job Mr. Spy."
The two of them spun around, glaring at the little girl standing at point-blank range, holding a pistol that seemed far too large for her hands.
"I'm sure daddy would love to meet you two. I'm sure you know him," Olivia grinned. Despite her age, there was something extremely dark about her - and it wasn't just the gun in her hand.
Scout rolled his eyes. "Look here girly, I don't wanna have to punch ya, do why don't ya just get outta the way? Run off and go play somewhere."
Olivia narrowed her eyes, making them look like that of a cat's. It was fairly intimidating. "Daddy always taught me not to be rude… and you shouldn't too."
"Spy, can I just hit her-"
BANG.
…
"Did you hear zhat?"
"Hear what, exactly? There's a lot going on ad you're not being very specific."
"Like, a gunshot. And a scream."
"No, I didn't hear it. I've lived most of my life around gunfire so I've learnt to block out those things."
"Vell maybe I should just check it out…"
Makina shook his head. "There's no time for that, unless you don't mind wasting more time getting killed."
"As if ve aren't already vasting time here," Horst muttered. Already Makina's arm had been shot off. The robot now held it in his other intact hand, staring at the torn wires in dismay. After the rain of bullets, they had retreated to a tiny store room where they were now hiding out in. "I'd help you fix zhat, but I know nothing about robots except zhat they are a huge problem in mein life. No offence."
"None taken, I don't know how to hold grudges." The two of them lapsed into silence once more as robots thundered past outside, their feet clanking against the smooth floor. They would just have to sit here and wait it out until the outside cleared off.
…
By the time Axel and Demoman got to the top of the stairs, they were sore and tired, but worried for the gunshot and the scream that sounded scarily like Scout's. They put Medibot down on the ground, taking a moment to regain their strength.
"Okay so uh, I don't know if Spy has disabled the security systems but-" He was cut short as a bullet pinged against the door, making him flinch. "-Clearly the robots aren't disabled so, small problem there."
Demoman readied his grenade launcher. "Aye lad, that's why we have weapons. And we fought a lot of bots before, wot makes ye think we can't handle these?"
"Oh, I don't know. Maybe it's the fact that they know the place and we don't?"
The Scotsman laughed, kicking open the door. "That isn't gonna stop us this time lad!"
Several grenades were fired into he hallway, the grenades clinking against the floor. Immediately all attention was on them. The grenades exploded, shoving the Heavybots away from the door. "Go lad! Get inside!"
Axel made a run for the door, hoping he was nimble enough to dodge the recovering Heavybots. He still had the stickybomb launcher in his hands, and only at that point did he realise he had no idea how to use it.
"Oh fucking hell," Axel cursed, abandoning the stickybomb launcher. He'd just have to rely on his fists. As he made a run for the office door, one of the quicker Heavybots snatched him up by the neck, slamming him against the wall.
He kicked around for a moment, grabbing onto the Heavybot's hand and melting it clean through. By now his hands were burning hot, giving him a good advantage. Of course, the best would be when they were in flames, but he'd take whatever he could get.
The Heavybot let go of him, but before Axel could move, the other metal fist slammed into him, throwing his smaller body against the office door and into the room.
Spy looked up as the heavy glass door of the office shattered and in came the Pyro, who was slowly getting to his feet, spitting blood. Outside sounded like a war zone, in which the war was a demolitions expert and a Medibot with a sword, against 2 Heavybots and 2 Soldierbots.
"Pyro, where is the Medic?" Spy hissed. He was crouched over something, but Axel couldn't exactly see what.
Axel stumbled to his feet, spitting out blood while he cursed under his breath. "Which Medic? The BLU?"
"Whichever can heal!" Axel flinched a little at how agitated Spy was.
He got over to Spy, wondering why the heck he was so tense. Lying against the back of Gray's desk was Scout, his blue shirt very quickly staining red. Scout's dull eyes struggled to stay open.
Axel got up, rushing to the door. Demoman was just finishing off the last Soldierbot, grabbing it and throwing it into a wall before stabbing his sword into it. "Medibot, get over here. Scout's hurt."
Quickly the robot wheeled over and into the room, stopping short when he realised he had no medigun. "I…"
"Fix him," Spy hissed, his death glare hidden from view by his hood.
Medibot couldn't say anything. He couldn't fix Scout.
"I'm sorry, Herr. I can't."
Slowly, Spy turned to look at Medibot. "What do you mean, you can't?" His voice was filled with poison. Even a robot like Medibot could tell he was pissed.
"I don't have a medigun, Herr Spy." Medibot couldn't say more. Guilt was starting to plague him. How he wished he couldn't feel guilt now.
Medibot quickly sent Makina a message, asking where Horst was. If the doctor could get up fast enough, maybe Scout wouldn't have to die. He was disappointed when Makina reported that they were still trapped in the store room.
Spy had sank to his knees, Scout's blood staining his gloves. Olivia had long since escaped the room already. "I'm so sorry Zack," he whispered, not wanting to look at him. "I shouldn't have even let Jesse let you become a mercenary."
Scout's eyes lit up a little. "The fuck you talking about…?"
Spy's heart sank. He still didn't know. Jesse must have thrown out everything about him while Scout was still young. "Nothing. I'm sorry Scout. It was an honour working with you." Maybe it was better if he didn't know.
A small smile tugged at the corner of Scout's lips. "Thanks frog. You too." Weak coughs broke his sentence up. The room lapsed into silence as Scout's stare turned glassy and unseeing. Quietly, Spy reached forward and undid his dog tags, leaving one of the tags in his palm and taking the other with him. He tied the chain and the dog tag around the handle of his knife, and took the cheetah-head bonnet with him.
"Let's go. We still have to get out." Spy's voice was deadpan and emotionless. He would get revenge on Olivia and Gray, one way or another.
Axel, Demoman and Medibot nodded. "Aye, let's go get the lads and get th' hell outta this robot hell."
