Last Chapter in the BLU Base before the first mission. I feel that most of it was unnecessary... but, I still like the chapters nonetheless.
A BLU Haired Medic - Chapter 10
"Rise and Shine! The early bird catches the maggot!"
Soldier's loud helmet clanging, along with his booming voice, echoed loudly through the BLU desert complex, Ami slowly stretching her arms as she looked around, sitting up in her bed, looking outside her bedside window and seeing that the sun wasn't even peeking over the horizon. Through the slits in the curtains, moonlight soaked the room, providing enough illumination for Ami to see where her room's light was.
A single bare bulb lit Ami's room, the harsh light causing Ami to squint for a moment, the young woman catching a few words from a nearby room.
"Come on, just five more minutes, man! It ain't even mornin' yet!" Scout's voice was annoyed, but Ami then heard a few footsteps and then a loud, metal thud, the Scout letting out a sharp cry of pain.
"DON'T YOU EVER CONTEST MY ORDERS, YOU LITTLE MAGGOT! NOW GET UP BEFORE I DRAG YOU OUT BY THE FREAKING HAIR ON YOUR PUNY SKULL!"
Ami flinched when Soldier yelled, his voice still booming in her head. Ami quickly made her way into her room's restroom, marveled at the magnificent style of all the plumbing. After a quick shower, Ami changed into a fresh set of clothes from her luggage. Ami then finally walked into the hallway: exactly when Soldier was walking across her room's door.
Soldier slowly turned to Ami, staring at the young woman with his beady eyes, in one hand his helmet, and the other his shovel.
"What are you wearing, recruit?" Soldier said slowly.
"I'm sorry, but what did you s-" Ami began before Soldier exploded.
"WHY ARE YOU NOT IN UNIFORM, RECRUIT!" Soldier said, Ami flinching, the Soldier giving no time for Ami to say anything, "DOES THAT HAIR DYE MAKE YOU MENTALLY DEFICIENT?"
Ami slowly walked backwards into her room, falling down to the floor when Soldier was standing in the doorway, staring down at her, the Soldier breathing heavily, pointing his shovel at Ami menacingly.
"When I open this door, you better be in uniform AND finished packing or else I'll squeeze every ounce of breath out of you!"
Satisfied, Soldier then slammed Ami's door shut, the bulb hanging above shaking at the force of the impact, Ami slowly standing up, breathing heavily as Soldier's warning continued to play in her mind.
"Usagi-chan, I don't think you could make friends with Soldier-san…" Ami said to herself, slowly opening her room's closet, the closet filled with several copies of the same medical uniform she wore yesterday, completed with matching gloves and boots. Ami reached into the closet and grabbed a Medic coat.
"You know, you'll only need one extra pair for the trip…" A calm voice said, Ami quickly turning around, seeing the Spy smoking a cigarillo, the Frenchman grinning to himself, blowing a puff of smoke from his mouth.
"Spy-san, how did you get in here, I didn't hear anyone come in." Ami said, the Spy laughing silently.
"I'm a Spy, it's my job to sneak up on people. Besides, I've come to help you pack. Soldier won't mind if he doesn't know I helped you, right, Ami?"
"Hai," Ami said, bowing a bit, smiling that Spy would help her. "Arigato, Spy-san."
Spy walked up to Ami's closet, bringing down another medical coat, and after a few seconds of holding the coat, the Spy turned his attention to Ami. "Pardon me if I have said this before, but you have such a lovely name, Miss Mizuno."
"Arigato, Spy-san," Ami said, giving the Spy a nice smile, the Spy returning his attention to the medical coat he was holding, now folding it into a smaller rectangle.
"You know, Ami, your name has origins in French, if you haven't known that already."
"Hai, I studied a bit of French in school, and I learned that my name means 'beloved' in French, right?"
The Spy chuckled, setting down the medical coat, reaching for one of the white collared shirts, setting it down next to the coat. "That is correct, 'beloved'," The Spy said, laughing again, "You are quite intelligent, Ami, yet awfully too nice…" Spy then grasped the coat that Ami was holding, placing it around her shoulders, staring at it for a moment before shrugging, "But of course… it is quite big for you, even for the smallest size available. Perhaps you should wear it over your regular clothes. It should fit better that way."
Ami nodded as the Spy reached for the rest of a Medic uniform in closet, helping Ami into it, finally adjusting Ami's tie in the end, giving Ami a smile. "Excellent."
Before Ami could reply, Soldier began banging on the room's door, nearly leaving small dents in the wooden.
"Is there someone in there? If I find someone else in there, I'LL SMASH BOTH OF YOUR SKULLS IN!" Soldier said, "I'm coming in on the count of five… One… two… FIVE!"
Nearly tearing the door off its hinges, Soldier charged in, seeing Ami standing alone, looking at Soldier, as Soldier began looking around the room, fuming, and shovel being held tightly in his hand.
"You better hope that I don't find anyone else in this room or else you'll be in for a WORLD of pain!" Soldier said, Ami flinching a bit as Soldier began closing in on to the closet, grinning evilly as he grabbed the hinges.
"A-HA!" Opening the Closet, there was no one inside, only a bunch of hanging medic uniforms. Surprised, the Soldier began looking into the closet, becoming somewhat paranoid, and finally giving up, threw a few of the medical coats behind him, and then pointed his shovel at Ami, giving her a threatening look.
"Clean this mess up and get into the hallway when you're done! I know there was someone here and I'll make sure that you will regret hiding that worthless maggot!" Soldier said, storming out, not even bothering to close the door behind him.
Ami breathe a sigh of relief as she sat down on her bed, the BLU Spy walking out of the bathroom, looking out to the hallway and then back to Ami.
"I'm surprised he forgot about examining the bathroom, Ami," Spy said, laughing a bit, "I guess that American can be so forgetful at times." Pulling out a cigarillo case from his jacket, Spy took one of the cigarillo's inside, and then held it out to Ami. "Care for a smoke?"
"Oh, no thanks, I don't smoke." Ami said, shaking her head as well, Spy shrugging. "Spy-san…"
Spy, in the middle of lighting his cigarillo, almost did not hear Ami, but did manage to catch what she said, "Yes, Ami? What is the matter?"
"What is it like, being a Spy?"
Taking a quick puff from his cigarillo, Spy let out a small cloud of smoke before answering. "I can say… it is not a pretty life… always hiding from your targets, pretending to be someone you aren't half the time… always getting blood on your suit… but you get to see the world, travel to different places, sometimes places you'd normally never get to otherwise. It can be hard, always on the move, never getting the chance to settle down in one place long enough for it to become familiar." Spy then took another puff from his cigarillo, blowing out another cloud of smoke before continuing. "But you get used to it, with all the moving."
BLU Spy then reached into his jacket and slowly removed a strange, rectangular shaped object, with a crevice in the middle. After a bit of smoke escaped from his nose, the Spy quickly opened the object, flipping it through his hands and a second afterward, BLU Spy held his balisong tightly, gazing at it, the light of the bare bulb in Ami's room reflecting off the balisong's blade. "Everyone is so trigger happy… so… brutal… so violent… yet when any problem can be simply solved with a single answer…" BLU Spy then stared at Ami, Ami gazing at Spy's balisong as well.
"What would that be, Spy-San?" Ami asked, unsure if she would like the answer.
BLU Spy grinned and flipped his balisong, having the blade pointed down and after raising it up slightly, brought it quickly down, flipping his balisong back up to the blade pointing up.
"With a knife to the back…" Spy began silently laughing to himself, caught up in the moment, before looking back to Ami, Spy's laugh dying in his throat. "I am sorry, madam, I will take my leave now…"
Placing his balisong back into his jacket, Spy quickly walked out of Ami's room, leaving Ami alone, unnerved at what Spy had said. Standing up again, Ami began packing another medic uniform into one of luggage bags when she noticed something sticking out at the bottom. Reaching for the object, Ami realized it was her transformation pen, seeing the symbol of Mercury on the tip. Holding the pen close, Ami closed her eyes, remembering her time as Sailor Mercury and being with her fellow Sailor Senshi.
"I hope I don't have to resort to you…" Ami quietly said to herself, placing her transformation pen into the pocket of her medic uniform pants, Ami going back to packing her spare medic uniform into the bag.
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Finished with her packing, Ami walked into the hallway, Soldier berating her for her actions, informing her to report to the kitchen to help Scout with breakfast. Ami did not argue as she thought it would be wise to not anger Soldier any further. Reaching the kitchen, Ami saw BLU Scout with a bowl of batter, mixing it quickly, some of the batter splattered on the Scout's shirt.
"Uh… Good morning, Scout-San." Ami said, the Scout turning to seeing Ami, accidentally throwing the mixer into the air, the mixer falling to the ground. Ami grabbed the mixer and handed it back to Scout.
"Ah crap… thanks, Ami," Scout said, taking the mixer from Ami and resuming his mixing. "So, Soldier put ya on breakfast duty as well, eh? Well, can you turn on the stove then?"
"Hai!" Ami nodded, turning on the stove, the Scout taking out a large pan from the dishwasher, and handed it to Ami.
"Here, can ya keep it steady while I pour the batter?" Scout said, pointing to the pan, Ami nodding again as she held the pan on to the stove, the Scout slowly beginning to pour the batter into the pan, the batter beginning to sizzle as it touched the pan. The Scout continued until the pan was covered with several circles of batter, the Scout now reaching for a spatula, now carefully watching the batter.
Ami then noticed a small bruise on Scout's right cheek, and a bit of blood dripping from his mouth. "Scout-San, you're bleeding! Shouldn't you get some medical attention?"
"Don't need any." Scout began flipping the batter, the cooked batter now a crispy brown.
"But you're still bleeding! Maybe I should get Medic-San to he-" Ami said before Scout pointed his spatula at her, a glowing anger emerging from his face.
"Don't you ever, EVER suggest that psycho get close with me with a band-aid, LET ALONE TO CHECK MY INJURIES!" Scout then focused back on to the batter, flipping it again, now both sides a crispy brown. "Alright then… just get me one of them large plates and I can finish up the rest of the batter…"
Ami nodded again, grabbing a plate from the dishwasher, the Scout quickly flipping the pancakes into the plate, before pouring the rest of the batter into the pan, the batter sizzling ferociously.
"Why don't you trust Medic-San? He's a doctor, and doctors are always tasked with making people better." Ami said, Scout not bothering to look at Ami anymore, still focusing on the pancake batter, flipping each circle when it was cooked enough.
"Well sorry to burst your bubble, 'Doc', but the Medic is tasked with anything BUT making me feel better. Last time I had him check up my injuries, I ended up with a twitch in my eye for half a month."
"Oh I'm certain he's just looking out for you." Ami said, but then Scout turned and stared at her, his eyes completely serious.
"Do I look like I'm making half of this up?" Ami shook her head. Scout then finished with his pancakes, tossing the rest into the small pile on the plate, the Scout then placing the pan in the dishwasher. "Alright then Ami, hope you like pancakes, cause they're my mom's secret recipe! Why don't you grab some butter and syrup from the fridge while I move this stack of flapjacks to the mess hall, 'kay?"
"Hai, Scout-San," Ami said, Scout giving her a thumbs up as he picked up the plate of pancakes and darted out of the kitchen, Ami grabbing the butter and syrup from the fridge, noticing a small red jar next to the syrup labeled 'Important: CEDA Blood Sample, DO NOT TOUCH'. Staring at it for a moment but then thinking little of it, Ami shut the fridge behind her, walking out of the kitchen, placing the syrup and butter next to the plate.
"Thanks Doc, I'll take it from here. Why don't you help yourself to a plate while we wait for the rest of the team?" Scout said, holding out a plate with a pancake already on it to Ami, Ami nodding, thanking Scout as she took the plate, and taking her seat nearby. Ami then took a bite out of the pancake.
It was probably the best pancake she had eaten in her life, even without syrup or butter on top.
I make too much references. And finally, the freaking Transformation Pen makes its appearance.
Soldier's still a Jerk.