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"You WHAT?!"
Nathan flinched softly at the Engineer's sudden response. He knew that his friend would react this way, but he had to tell someone that he lost the briefcase yesterday, and he thought the Engy wouldn't take the bad news as badly as the others. Apparently not.
The Engy looked like he was about to add something, but he kept quiet as the BLU Soldier stepped out of the spawn room, giving a quick glance at the two of them hanging around the sentry nest, grumbling something about "weakness", "laziness" and "maggots" softly under his breath before running back out towards the front lines. Today's objective was trying to capture the enemy's control points, and the RED team clearly wanted to make sure that the BLU team's victory yesterday was not going to be something common, giving the BLU team a hard time at capturing the first point and putting a lot of defensive strength in their last one. In fact, it seemed like the only reason the BLU team seemed to even have a chance at winning right now was because their spawn room location changed when they captured the first point, so they didn't need to walk as much to get there.
When the Soldier was out of ear shot, the Texan grabbed his wrench and whacked the Boston kid right in the face. Thanks to the Respawn machine's team settings, it felt more like getting hit with a pillow than the heavy tool it was.
"Wha- Hey!" replied Nathan with a frown.
"Ya do realize that you could be fired for this, right? That'd be your best case scenario, too." replied the Engineer, his usually calm voice slightly betraying his anger. "Ah still don't believe it. Now tell me howda hell you lost the only good thing that came to this team in weeks!"
The Scout leaned against the humming dispenser and sighed. "Look, I toldja it ain't my fault! Those RED bastards drove past me while I was walkin' down the road and they jacked me! 'Course, I was able to fight 'em off, but they started pullin' out their guns when they realized I was kickin' their asses, so it was easy for those pussies to steal the briefcase!" He had rehearsed this little story last night. Telling anyone the truth would've only let to more questions, like "why did you agree to a lift?" or "did you seriously just forget the briefcase in his car?!", and those were questions the Scout wanted to avoid right now.
Nathan had tried to talk with Richard yesterday and make him tell where he put their briefcase, but Richard still seemed a bit crossed over what Nathan said, and refused to speak to him for most of yesterday. No matter how many times he got angry, begged, asked nicely or even said he was sorry, he refused to talk much. What was the big deal, anyways? Richard was angry because he insulted his precious mask? It's just a dumb rubber thing that the RED employers probably gave him when he was hired. Why was he so pissy about it?
As the Scout began to ponder the many possibilities the RED Spy could have to be so angry (most of which involved questioning the Frenchman's intelligence), the Engineer's third level sentry blasted the opposing Scout clean out of the sky in mid-jump. "Those sore losers...they just can't accept that we beat them, can they?" He said as he reloaded his sentry gun, the body of the dead Scout falling right in front of the bridge where they were stationed.
"Yeah, tell me about it. I bet they're the reason the tele to HQ broke, too." Nathan replied as he scanned the main entrance of the large building they were supposed to capture. This weapon factory, cleverly disguised as a water purification plant near a gorge, was used for two things: arming the RED team, and for profit by selling the weapons to different buyers. Which was why the BLU team was determined to kick out the current occupants and take the facility as their own.
As Nathan's eyes scanned the area, they stopped on a figure, towards the left of the building, leaning against the side entrance to the factory and grinning at him. Upon closer inspection, he quickly recognized the figure as...himself.
"Hey, well, anyways, I'm gonna go cap that point away from those morans. Talk t'ya later, hardhat."
"You too, stringbean. And hey, I'm not holding anything against you for losing that briefcase. Wasn't your fault for what they did." The Engineer replied with a small grin as their Heavy walked out of the spawn room, looking rather pissed. Nathan quickly ran towards the side entrance just as his clone entered the building. Nathan quickly followed in, pulling out his baseball bat as the other "Nathan" climbed up the stairs, away from the fight raging downstairs, in the main hallway of the building.
Once they reached upstairs, Nathan turned into the hallway and found "himself" leaning against the wall, lighting a cigarette.
"HEY!" He said, loudly.
-x-
Deceit and paranoia.
Those two words were not only the basic description of Richard's job, but also his most powerful weapons. How can a team be fully concentrated on their objectives when they have to constantly check their back to make sure a sharp knife isn't plunged right into their spine? How can they fully trust one another when the thought that they could be speaking to a disguised rogue is always at the back of their mind? How can they make a strong, coordinated attack if their most powerful classes get gutted before reaching the front lines?
The Heavy was by far one of Richard's favorite targets when he went out on a prowl. Not only was the hefty Russian a slow, easy target, but taking him out meant the RED team didn't have to worry about receiving high caliber bullet holes through their chest. So, when Richard had spotted the Heavy walking up the stairs in the side entrance, looking for a quick bite of his baloney sandwich, the Frenchman couldn't help himself from internally chuckling. Pulling out his disguise kit, the Spy shapeshifted into a perfect clone of the BLU Medic. He cleared his throat and silently practised his perfect impression of the German doctor, a skill that had almost guaranteed him a job working for RED. When he felt that he had gotten it just right, he began walking upstairs to the disgusting sounds of the fat man loudly eating his meal open mouthed.
"Hello, Herr Heavy!" Richard said, in the voice of the BLU Medic. The BLU Heavy turned his head and grinned at the disguised spy. "Come, Doktor! Let us kill tiny cowards!" He said, putting away his sandwich and cracking the fingers of his gorilla-like hands.
The "Medic" grinned and nodded, stepping closer. He had expected the Heavy to turn around, grab his big weapon and charge into battle bravely but stupidly, but instead, the biggest man on the BLU team simply stood there, staring Richard down while keeping his large grin.
"Raus, raus!" Richard told the enemy in his best German accent, but, instead of turning and charging towards battle, the Heavy's large hand grabbed the disguised spy by the throat and pinned him to the wall faster than the Spy could register. The "Medic" began squirming and struggling as the Russian's gigantic hands choked him gently.
"Rah! Heavy! Vhat are you doing?!" asked Richard, refusing to break character, which only made the Heavy smirk wider.
"You thought you could outsmart me, tiny man. But you're not doktor. You're tiny RED Spy!" The Russian replied with a cruel looking smirk. Richard, seeing his disguise blown to pieces, simply chuckled, and spoke in his own voice.
"Impressive. I do believe I underestimated you, fat man. Now, let me go, and I will leave you to finish your disgusting sandwich." he replied calmly, as if he always spoke to people while getting choked against a wall. The Heavy laughed, holding the Spy tighter by the neck and raising his other hand into a fist.
"I will crush you like bug, coward!" He said with a laugh, pulling his hand back to get ready to pummel Richard's head into the concrete wall. The Spy, however, had a trick up his sleeve...literally, as a tiny, short barrelled revolved fell from his suit sleeve into his hand, and he fired a shot into the Heavy's waist before he could strike. The large beast of a man screamed in pain, grabbing his fresh bullet wound with his hand while losing his grip on the frenchman, who used this opportunity to duck under the Russian's massive arms and pull out his butterfly knife. With a quick twirl, the blade plunged into the Heavy's back, a powerful scream of pain erupting from his lips as he fell to the ground in a heaping, bloody mess, quickly dying of shock to the central nervous system and sudden blood loss.
With the Heavy dead, the Spy bent over in half, coughing and gasping loudly from the previous choking. Sometimes, the thrill and adrenaline pumped through his body during those tense fighting moments made him forget to breathe, and his body reminded him of his current lack of air when the beast had been slain. However, his moment of rest would be short, as he heard the all too familiar sound of rubber boots hitting solid floor. He groaned, turning around and hitting the cloaking device on his watch, disappearing from sight just as the BLU Pyro turned the corner, looking down the hall and seeing nothing but the dead Heavy, whose body would disintegrate and reintegrate in the team's spawn. Seeing a corpse during working hours wasn't an uncommon thing, but it also meant one thing: the murder was recent. Richard held his breath as best as he could while the Pyro slowly stepped into the hall, his breath distorted by that inhuman gas mask. The monster aimed his weapon down the hall, sending small puffs of flame here and there to see if any invisible suits suddenly caught on fire. Richard panted softly, taking slow steps back as the Pyro took the steps closer. He would've preferred the Heavy's gigantic fist caving his skull in than another horrible, torturous death by flamethrower. The Pyro had stepped only a few feet away from the Spy, and a flick of the trigger finger would light Richard up like a Christmas tree. The Spy could only back up ever so slowly. If he turned around and tried to run, the Pyro wouldn't see him, but he would hear him, and the entire room would be engulfed in flames in an attempt to find him. However, due to coincidence or dumb luck, the Pyro turned right, towards the platforms near the main room, rather than keep going down the hall. Refusing to stay around to see if the monster changes his twisted mind, Richard began walking backwards, until he cane back to the stairs, which he quickly ran down from, grabbing his disguise kit and pressing the Scout at complete random.
He uncloaked himself as he panted against a nearby wall, listening just in case the sound of rubber boots began following him, but, on the contrary, it seemed to have left. He sighed, groaning. He definitely needed a cigarette for this dangerously close call. But, just as he was about to reach for a smoke, he heard the beeping of a sentry lock onto a target, before a young scream informed the RED Spy that his team's Scout didn't manage to outrun an automatic sentry. He looked out of the entrance, still disguised as the fastest class in BLU, and found, to his happy surprise, his step-son, discussing with the working Engineer. And, judging by Nathan's surprised look in Richard's direction, he had been spotted. Now, it was only a matter of bringing the boy somewhere more quiet to speak...
-x-
"Hey!"
"Yo, wassup?" asked the smoking Nathan to the bat wielding one in a perfect imitation of his voice. The real Nathan blinked. He just realized that it was the first time he had actually gotten a good look at how he looks like thanks to that disguise.
"Well, first off, your disguise's all wrong. I look a helluva lot more handsome than that." Nathan replies, scoffing softly.
"No way, bud! Ya look exactly like this! And sound jus' as annoyin' as me!" Richard replies with a smirk, his voice matching Nathan's voice so well that one would think the Scout was talking to himself.
"Pfft, whateva. I wanna know where the hell you stashed yesterday's briefcase."
"Or what?" asked the spy in his normal voice, which seemed odd as he was still disguised as Nathan. "You'll kill me? Consider me terrified." He said with a smirk.
"Nah, I wouldn't hurt ya. But, ya know, I wonder how your fancy smanchy car would look like after I use my bat here on it." came the reply with a mischievous smirk coming from the real Scout.
"Oh? Mind if I see your bat, to see what damage you might cause?" asked the Spy, putting out his cigarette and outstretching his arm. Nathan, seeing no problem in this as he had two guns at his disposal, scoffed and handed him to metal bat, which Richard examined closely. "Thing's a beaut, ain't she? She cracks even da thickest skulls in one or two swings, so jus' imagine what she can do to your car, frenchy!" boasts the Scout with a prideful look, as if he was trying to sell his weapon to the Spy.
"Fascinating." said the Spy with a scoff, before reaching into his suit pocket and pulling something out. "Here, think fast." He says as he tosses this new object towards Nathan. The Scout, who had amazing reflexes, raised his hand and snatched the item in midair. He then looks down at what he's holding and blinks.
A revolver...? What is he...?
Before Nathan could ask just why they were swapping weapons between one another, a powerful, primal battle cry was heard. The two Scouts looked down the hallway, seeing the BLU Heavy charging towards them like an angry bull. Nathan grinned. Perfect, the Spy was going to get exactly what he deserves. He looks over to the disguised Spy with a scoff, but his grin disappeared as he saw Richard return his scoff with a larger grin. Before Nathan could register what was going on, he felt something massive lift him off of his feet. His first thought was a quizzical one. Mainly, how the hell did that train that ran him over a week ago manage to find its way up those stairs? As he fell on his back, he blinked, looking up at the furious but still smiling face of his own teammate.
"I have you now, baby Spy! You thought you could outsmart Heavy? I saw your puny spy gun!" The giant Russian screamed down at the very confused Scout, before his massive fists began punching across his face.
"G-gah! Heavy! Wait! I ain't the Spy! I'm-" the Scout tried to say, but the powerful whacks across his face kept interrupting him. Normally, those punches would've been enough to break the boy's jaws, but the Respawn machine's team settings made it so Nathan suffered no injuries, which only confused the Heavy...until the Russian felt a familiar blade slip into his back. With the same scream of pain as before, he collapsed, dead, onto his smaller teammate, pinning him down on the solid floor.
"Gah! Getimof! Getimof!" screamed the young Boston boy as the Frenchman was almost bent over from his hysterical laughter. While still giggling, Richard reached down and grabbed his revolver out of Nathan's hands.
"If you want to know where your briefcase is, mon fils, meet me out in the desert, tonight, just like yesterday." said Richard in between chuckles. With a smirk, he looked down and pulled out something else. Nathan, still trying to push the dead Heavy off of his body, didn't notice the small, portable spy camera until after Richard took a rather incriminating picture of the two BLUs in a rather intimate looking position.
"How adorable! I didn't know you had such feelings for members of your own team, Nathan! Don't worry, I'll let everyone know." Richard says with a big grin as he begins walking away.
"Wait! Richard! Get that fat bastard offa me!" Nathan screamed, but the Spy had already cloaked and was gone in the blink of an eye. The Scout groaned and tried to push the Russian off some more, but it was of no use. The Heavy's name was extremely fitting. Nothing to do but wait for the body to disintegrate, which would take a couple more seconds.
So, Richard wanted to meet him in the desert, huh?
Oh, he will be there.