AN: The story will be updated at a slower rate, due to no longer having an editor. This chapter was written and edited over a course of 3/4 months so any grammar mistakes I jumped over I apologize. I'm not abandoning this fic, but support helps me write faster. -Mick

It started with a loud ring, metal hitting against metal, which signified that the alarm was going off. Lawrence awoke suddenly, his body heavy against the rock hard mattress, confused at his surroundings. Remembering almost everything at once, he let all the air escape from his body with a drawn out 'hffff' and his slammed his hand down on the alarm clock. The alarm stopped, leaving the newly nicknamed Scout in utter silence and dim darkness in the almost empty room, his drowsy mind telling him to fall back asleep.

He allowed his eyes to open up and scan the room, the white walls were dark but in a warm sense that allowed him to relax. He furrowed his eyebrows, sitting up slightly to peek at the only source of light that was spilling under the door, the golden tones refreshing the floor. The light wasn't strong enough to completely chase away the darkness in his room quite Scout let his head fall back onto the pillow comfortably, not wanting to get up to start the day too early.

In a way to comfort himself, he listened to his mind and shut his eyes again, trying to roll over in his bed. Lawrence jumped at the sound of his door being pounded on, confusion and annoyance swirling in the males mind when the shouting began. At first, he refused to listen, but slowly let his mind tune in and sat up when he realized it was one of the other mercenaries waking him up. His loud words were trying to nail into his mind that it was time to get up, and if he didn't, he'd drag him out himself.

Lawrence sat up slowly, eyeing the door with slight suspicion and letting out a long sigh. He was momentarily curious at who the voice belonged to, but ran with it and decided it would be better if he listened instead of trying to talk back.

"Hold it, I hear ya don't worry, I'm up!" The scout tried to yell back, voice sloppy, annoyed but sharp. He was happy to hear that it had warded off his unwanted alarm clock. The man grumbled words Lawrence couldn't make out and left to wake up everyone else. He could have sworn the man had felt the daggers in Lawrence's eyes as he glared at the door when the stranger had rudely awakened him. Shrugging it off, he stood from his bed which creaked in response and eyed the small clock on his bedside. Reading it to be 7:04AM, his eyes narrowed and he let his body flop back on to the bed again, rubbing his eyes.

If it's going to be like this every morning, I'm gonna die. Scout mused to himself, running his hands on his face to wipe the tiredness from his eyes. He sat back, Lawrence letting his eyes blur into the door and let himself settle, learning his surroundings again and reminding himself of the job he took. He noted it wasn't all too different from his prison room, but the boring white room almost warmed his heart when he thought of the fact that he was free, able to leave the room.

It was day three at the base, in another larger building about half a mile from the field they would be fighting at. He was able to see it from the area they were at, curious as to what it looked like, the small places he could run or hide, but a little more interested about what the battle would consist of. As confident as he was, it left a nervous feeling in his stomach at the thought they'd be killing other people. Lawrence stood, dressing himself in the familiar clothes he had back at home, the fabric was slightly wrinkled and they smelled a little musty, but it was home that Lucian probably packed in preparation.

Scout pulled at his shirt slightly at the bottom to get rid of any bunching up that would happen and ran a quick hand through his short hair. Lawrence reminded himself that after all this happened he needed to find out where the showers were to freshen up. He could already feel the buildup of sweat on his body and the bostonian wasn't all too fond of it.

The scouts hand grabbed at the door knob, opening it with a creak and slipped out, trying to be as quiet as possible to close it to avoid any yells from the loud voice in the hallways down. Lawrence looked up and down the white hallways, both long and at the end taking other sharp turns to doors and passageways. It occurred to him when he stepped out from his room that he had no idea where he should go.

The scout shrugged, deciding to take a left and hoped for the best. The further he stepped, the quieter the building seemed and the smell turning sour. Scout had a good hunch that this wasn't where the cafeteria was, but he pushed onward. He was walking slowly, trying to glance at the white doors, until one without numbers stood to his left and he slowly inched forward, running his fingers under the handle to open.

"Vat are you doing here?" The Medic had hissed him, causing the Bostonian to jump back and turn, looking the crazed medic in the face. He did not look happy, or well rested, but he was curious to see if the white walls were really a facade. Lawrence wondered if something was up going on in there, the files that he saw Medic shuffle through with, for whatever reason he was curious to get his hands on the papers. The topic didn't linger in his head, his stomach distracting him from his thoughts.

Scout rocked on his heels, frowning with crossed arms and pursed lips. Lawrence knew he wouldn't take his attitude if he tried to give him one, and forced to swallow the sharp replies that he wasn't all too familiar with the place.

All in simple steps, of course.

"I got lost, ya know?" He motioned around the redundant walls. Lawrence took in a nervous breath of air. "All the walls are white and everything looks the same."

The look on Heinrich's face flattened a bit with realization that he wasn't up to something big. His posture relaxed and he extended his finger to point the opposite direction.

"Nein- Vhen you leave your room, the cafeteria is in the west part of the building. Zis is the East- vich is very off limits to you." With Medics voice bored with telling him old rules, Heinrich turned and gave him a quick glance. The look traced his figure for a second and he almost looked sorrowful. Medic gulped down his words, and let his tired eyes peel off of the Scout to turn back to his office.

It was a look he didn't forget, those blue eyes burning into his skull with sorrow trying to passively send him any message. Lawrence stayed silent, his suspicious look returning to the Medics back and watched him turn a corner. As friendly as he tried to pin their Medic, that confirmed that something was definitely up, but he refused to be the one to point out anything out of the norm.

The smell of food invaded his senses in the hallway, the Scouts stomach growling for some form of food. With a barely audible sigh, he glanced to the east area, temptation nearly kicking over to see if Heinrich was around the area. Lawrence decided to not give in this time, and turned quickly to the west part, heading down the hallways. It was the food that made him give in, and with a couple turns he entered the more quiet cafeteria. As usual, following the design of the white building which bored Scout to death, the room was white with long windows blinded by sun. The only color that showed on the white tables and white walls was the distant fade of yellow flashing through the windows. He wanted the color in his life to return, but it seemed that the building sucked the life and hue out of everything.

His fingers twitched towards the plates, taking a warm plate off the top of the stack and shuffled to a small neat buffet, offering a basic selection of American style breakfast. Satisfied with what he was able to get, scout turned to stare off at the tables, feeling the awkward sensation like he felt at school when he knew literally nobody at lunch. Lawrence tried to remind himself that everyone else wouldn't know eachother very well either, but looking in the very short crowd, scout decided to pick the table that was thin of members, few quietly talking on the furthest end and a single male paying keen attention to all of his food.

"Hope this seat isn't taken?" Lawrence cleared his throat to alert the other male who was more occupied with his food as he placed his tray next to him. His brown eyes averted from the food to look confused at Lawrence, but was replaced when a more friendly smile stretched on his face. The older male looked about as tired as he was, a little more groggy, but still looking more to life than Lawrence could ever achieve.

"Ay- Nah. It's free. Ahm' Tavish." His accent was thick, and a little hard to understand with food stuffed in his cheeks. Tavish held out his hand for Lawrence to take, which he shook firmly and gave him a smile back.

"I'm Lawrence. Got here yesterday, not really used t' wakin up early." Lawrence grumbled, a yawn slipping after his words. He tried to throw on a more fake smile to add humor, and was pat on the back semi seriously by Tavish. Scout swallowed the rest of the food in his mouth, flashing a confused smile in his direction.

"Ay- I know how 'ya feel. Ah've been 'ere for a couple'a days. Though, ah' lot of new people 'ave been coming lately- like you." Tavish shrugged sheepishly, taking a quick drink out of the coffee cup next to his plate. Lawrence himself, becoming more focused on the food in front of him furrowed his eyebrows. He didn't know why his first thought was that everyone should be there by then, there had to have been a good 15 people in the room chatting, but it wasn't like Scout knew how many people there were supposed to be.

It was the first time he noticed it in the room, his stomach no longer empty, the white mixed into the light like wet paint. The atmosphere that was tired but filled with life, the strangers becoming to know each other even for an hour in the morning. The smell of freshly brewed coffee and cooling food sat in the air, still welcoming. It was something he could possible get used to, his second choice to get over the fact that he couldn't sit at the table with his mother and his brothers.

As Lawrences eyes roamed around, he stared at a man that seemed to fit the loud voice outside of his door, hearing him loudly talk to another member across the table. He held a cup of coffee tightly in his hand, his movements animated and large. Some people are insane with little sleep, Scout mused. Lawrence felt a smile creep up on his face as he elbowed Tavish lightly, both craning their necks to look at the man, trying to nonchalantly point.

"Ay- who's that?" Lawrence whispered lightly, noticing the look Tavish had as he smiled. He turned back to the table, taking in another large sip from the coffee cup and placed it gently on the surface.

"Jane Doe. Ay 'ave to say we've talked once or twice and 'e seems like 'ah man that I could party with one day." Tavish laughed loudly, rocking his body and returned the nudge with enthusiasm. Scout winced, pulling back his elbow as he snickered.

"I 'unno man. He does seem a little loud for me, ya know, with the shoutin'?" Lawrence mumbled, Tavish thinking about it to himself, but seeming neutral he shrugged it off. They seemed to already be friends, it seemed a bit unfair but he secretly envied them that they came early, giving them extra time to make friends. Scout turned to look at the room again, scanning the people who were either chatting away or too worked up on their food.

In the very back, someone actually did catch his eyes. He sat alone, one hand holding an older looking newspaper, and another hand loosely gripping onto the handle of a black coffee mug that rested on a coaster. His eyes, tiredly scanning the lines of the paper refused to look up to also study the room like Lawrence was, from what he could tell he intended to sit alone, stay alone and not talk unless he had to.

Lawrence furrowed his eyebrows, scoffing quietly as he turned back to his plate, shaking his head. What a loser, Scout thought, grabbing the last piece of bacon on his plate, tempted to bite at it but started to feel slight discomfort like he was being watched. He tried to shake the feeling off, raising his head as a figure sat down next to him- his stepfather in his normal attire that seemingly only consisted of suits. He was simply holding a cup of coffee and smiling at Lawrence. He hated that smile.

Clearing his throat, Lawrence threw Lucian a cold look and scooted closer to Tavish so he wasn't sitting as close his stepfather intended to sit. He eyed the Frenchman, his eyes not as tired as the other members, he always seemed to be the definition of annoying perfection. The way he sat straight with a smug expression that seemed to be permanent, Lucian was always a morning person, but he could never tell with the facades he put up.

"What'ya want, Luc?" Lawrence said after dropping his attitude and closed his eyes, "Do 'ya ever have bad mornings?" His plate was empty after he took the last bite into his bacon, and even though his stomach still craved more food, breakfast wasn't his favorite meal of the day. Lucian leaned forward to wave his hand idly at Tavish, who seemed to be more invested in finishing his coffee than waving back at the more dapper male.

"It can be like old times Lawrence- think of ze times we sat together and ate a meal." Lucian glinted a smile, his fingers lacing onto the handle of his cup, taking a shallow sip. Scout grimaced and nudged his step-father lightly, leaning in closer to his face. Lucian leaned down in response to listen, raising an eyebrow at the look Lawrence gave him.

"Our relationship- us, ya' don't tell anyone about it, Luc. Ya don't let them know you're…. that to me, ya don't get too friendly, and same with me. Agreed?" It wasn't that he hated him, but they both nodded in agreement that some things should be kept to themselves and private.

Something was starting to mess with Lawrence's head, it caused his stomach to stir, like something was stabbing into his back. Scout shifted uncomfortably in his seat, tempted to look behind him knowing that a pair of eyes were glued on the back of his head, whoever was trying to make him uncomfortable was trying to pick a fight.

"What?" Lucian asked when he noticed the fidgeting. Scout decided to ignore him, trying to take a nonchalant sip from his cup.

Gathering the courage, he slowly turned his head to look around the room, trying to casually search but accidentally met his eyes with the male in the corner, the male with the tired grey eyes and sunglasses sitting next to him on the table. It was awkward at first, his stare being returned, the blank expression and his casual grip on the newspaper. He didn't look away, infact, he held the gaze, his eyebrows lowering slightly with slight confusion as to why some random kid would even keep the stare that was slowly growing weird.

Lucian looked up from his cup, curious. He tried to lean over to meet Lawrences gaze and his expression fell flat. He gave Lawerence an asking look, his interest drifting away to why he was having a passive duel. The Frenchman cleared his throat, trying to grab the younger males attention.

"Lawrence- what are you doing-" He started to say, Lawrence refusing to break the eye contact, his hand shooting up to indicate that he needed to stay quiet.

His lips formed into a thin frown. "Shh, Luc. Me and this guy are havin a stare off and I aint losin." Lawrence muttered quickly, shaking off the Frenchman who shrugged with a slow sigh, sitting forward. The air had already started to stale in the heat, or maybe it was due to the fact that the scouts temperature began to rise, being slightly embarrassed from the awkward look. He eventually ripped his eyes from the older males paler blue eyes, shifting in his seat and turning back to his empty

"That guy over there is really fuckin' creepy." Lawrence breathed quietly to Tavish, his head popping up to look who he was talking about. Tavish nodded and laughed.

"Aye, we 'ave some of those more 'mysterious' ones, 'es the Sniper, I think. Maybe ya should look around the field, It can 'elp quite a bit." Tavish shrugged, flashing a smile. Lawrence did consider checking it out, figuring It would be better to know the area first instead of running in blind, he returned the smile sheepishly and grabbed his empty plate. He stood, glancing at Lucian. They acknowledged each other, Scouts attention turning to Tavish.

"I think I will. You can see it from here?" Lawrence asked, Tavish raising his eyebrows and nodded, but his expression turned bitter like his coffee was black.

"Aye- But you have to ask Heinrich before 'ya go. They get a little nervous when people disappear." He seemed to have taken the last bite of his plate when he was staring down with the 'sniper'. It struck him at first with confusion, why they would allow anyone to go onto the field. If they were allowed in any area around there, that could give any advantage for people to find secret areas or places to hide items for when things actually start. Scout guessed there had to be a reason for everything, it would be their fault if they didn't take advantage of this time.

Lawrence waved to Tavish and Lucian, watching the frenchman look up from his drink, then over to the scottish male and nod as if they had already exchanged words before. The last thing he wanted to do right now was talk to their medic, he didn't know why he was the one in charge and not someone else. The medic being in charge with a whole program like this seemed to be unorganized in Scout's eyes, but they probably had their reasons, for everything.

Lawrence followed the white hallways until they made their turns, he kept the directions memorized in his head, even though he was mostly following the scent. He entered a hallway aligned with seats to the main door he figured was most likely the waiting room and knocked on the metal doors. Scout stood in front of the doors for almost thirty impatient seconds, Heinrich's head poking through.

"You vant to leave." How the older male could read him was almost scary. Lawrence flashed his best innocent smile. "Ja, figured." The German rolled his eyes.

The medic pushed open one of the doors to let Scout in, watching him intently as he slowly entered. He strolled in, trying to not make eye contact with the medics dark green eyes. "Vait here." Heinrich rushed to another door before entering and leaving him alone in the horribly lit room.

Lawrence poked at one of the metal devices on a counter, watching a nail fail and a piece slipping off onto the surface. He gasped quietly, trying to shove the piece back on, turning around quickly when Medic re-entered the room. He was holding a few pieces of paper on a clipboard, his eyes scanning the contents, then up at him.

"You already talked to zhe officials, ja?" Medic asked in a straight tone, like it was a question he had to ask everyone. Lawrence shook his head, Heinrich's eyes meeting with his in surprise, but mostly annoyance. He let out a loud hiss, running his hand through his hair.

"Idiots. Zhey need organization skills," Lawrence watched him pace, shaking his head. "I'm sure Lucian talked to you about general things?"

"I think so?" Scout replied.

"I don't know how zis type of talk goes. You should have gone to them first," He reverted his attention to him. "If zhey didn't, it must mean you're clear. But if you leave you'll be shot down or, deactivated."

Deactivated?

He didn't want to chat long, so he nodded at the end of each sentence. Lawrence was sure he zoned out half way into him talking, watching his mouth move when he held out his hand. Held out his hand-

"Lawrence," Medic cleared his throat loudly, gripping his limp wrist and wrapping a paper band around. "So zhey know you aren't a stranger…"

"So they won't, ya know, shoot me down?" Lawrence snickerd, looking at the purple wrist band, it almost seemed like a totally foreign color. He rotated the paper, losing interest when the Medic began to talk again, about basic things.

No hiding things, environmental obstruction, killing if you see other people, no…

He couldn't focus on this guy.

The summer heat was thick, Lawrence already beginning to sweat underneath his clothes. He was already roaming around the base, taking interest into looking inside of each section carefully, noticing they were exactly mirrored to destroy any advantages.

Scout was looking through the RED base, kicking around some small rocks that had made it inside from the dusty wind, coughing a bit when the wind hit him in the face with dirt. He had passed another member a little bit ago, another male who seemed to look about as young as him, wearing clothes that made him look more like a rich snob. He wouldn't have minded him if he hadn't shot him such a cold look when they passed in the BLU halls. It struck him when he was walking across the bridge that that was probably another Scout, making it impossible for them to be on the same team and probably friends.

Lawrence made his way up another pair of wooden stairs which creaked in protest under him. He spotted out of the corner of his eye in front of a locked shutter, an old ladder that lead upward to a hatch. He was standing in front of the shutter, barely noticing the ladder. Curiosity picked up him since there wasn't an exact ladder replica on the other side, Scout decided to head to them without any real reason. When he began to climb, the ladder shook, being a lot more worn out and dainty seeming than the stairs. Lawrence pushed on the heavy wood to open the hatch, causing dust to fall into his eyes and inhaling it. He coughed violently, letting out a small groan and poked his head above to look inside.

It was mostly filled with boxes, coated in more dust and dirt. It was dark, but not dreary, small slits of light melting inside from the roof and the front which was boarded shut except for a small slit that looked like it could be a window a Sniper. He climbed in from the hole , entering the roost and walked around. It was small, but a little spacious, if anything it could be seen merely as a storage room. He wondered what was in the crates, but he shook the thought off and walked to the window, the floor loudly creaking with each step.

It definitely seemed old, and at one point used. On the wall there was small marks of damage, like someone carving marks into the wood. Beside the carvings, the walls seemed to be littered with random gunshot holes, which he traced his finger over and shivered about thinking one day he would probably add to the collection of damage on the walls.

He didn't know who used this area first, but everywhere else seemed to be cleaned and mostly fixed except this room. He doubted they would overlook a roost, unless someone tried to hide it.

Something behind him had made a noise, causing him to jump and quickly turn around meeting his gaze with the familiar grey eyes from before. Only this time his eyes were covered by dark yellow sunglasses which were shining from the light that peaked in from the holes in the room. He could still see the color through the glasses, and this time instead of the intense stare, they both gave each other an awkward expression.

The older male looked away first, searching the room quietly, but Lawrence cut off his look. Scout cleared his throat, causing the other male to dart a quick look at him, his expression becoming more annoyed that he was up there. He didn't want to be on bad terms, so Lawrence shifted his weight onto the other side and leaned up against the farthest wall with crossed arms to seem casual.

"So… you must be the sniper?" Lawrence furrowed his eyebrows at how stupid the question had sounded, and from the look of the snipers expression twisting downward, he half expected to be slapped in the face.

"Yeah." He sighed slowly, stepping away from the hatch door to fully enter, Scout noticing that the other male was surprisingly tall. They both looked away, the air beginning to fall heavier in Lawrences lungs. He tried to take a large breath of air, only tasting musky dust.

"Its hot." Lawrence mumbled, Snipers eyebrows raising.

" 'ts summer after all." His tone sounded more forced, heading to one of the crates and wiped the dust off before leaning on it. As the silence fell again, Lawrence watched him attempt to see if the crate would open but he failed. Something inside of him told him it would be better to try to befriend him, maybe one day it could help on the field.

"I'm Lawrence." He stretched out his hand, eyeing the older male. He looked nervous at first, distant from the Bostanian as he tried to process what the Scout was attempting to do. Sniper didn't know if going by the first name was a thing or not, but it wasn't something in his culture. He was never all too fond by going by his first name, let alone giving it out. In the end, he stared at Lawrence and let out his held breath, taking his hand to firmly shake.

"Jack," He replied simply, standing up straight. "Don't know if we're s'possed to go by our job name, not all too fond with goin' by Jack."

"Jack." Lawrence echoed. Jack nodded at him like he was a child after being annoyed by his request. "I'm Lawrence."

"That seems like a huge dumb hassle, learnin' all these names and goin' by job names. How did 'ya even get here?" Scout yawned, shifting in his position. Jack furrowed his eyebrows again, crossing his arms.

"I just snipe a lot." The Sniper said, watching scout repeat 'just snipe a lot' under his breath like what he said was amusing.

"I won't pry, long as you don't do the same with me," Jack watched Lawrence quietly. "How about we be friends?" Lawrence was trying to break the ice, causing Jack to sit his weight on one of the crates and looking at him like he was dumb. The last thing Jack would have wanted from this was to make any friends, he did work alone and this one, well, he seemed way too noisy.

"Don't really do friends, mate."

"Oh come on, it'll be great, we could be like, partners in crime!"

"It really doesn't make sense. At all." Jack didn't feel much when Lawrence seemed to be frustrated and pouting. He knew as much as he did when it came to their jobs, but if he was going to be sniping, he was going to be alone and focused.

"Think about it like this, oi'm up here, you'll be down there, it really doesn't make sense."

"Yeah yeah, I can get that, b'what about ceasefire?" Scout leaned forward.

"No. Is there goin' t'be a ceasefire?" Jack raised his head, keeping calm while the other fidgeted in place. He watched Lawrence get a quizzical look. There had to be, right? Not every single battle can go on 24/7 without stop, Scout thought to himself.

"So what?"

The Sniper narrowed his eyes once more, staring him down. He didn't understand why he was being so pushy with being friends, so he figured he wouldn't be able to shake him off. Jack sighed slowly, forced friendships usually fail.

"If ya' want t' try."

"Really? You really wouldn't care?" Scout smiled.

"I don't care." Lawrence lit up, nodding slowly. It seemed that it would probably get lonely, even if Jack seemed like a party killer, he figured he was putting on a facade. It did excite Lawrence a little that he was getting a 'friend' friend, someone he could talk to besides Tavish, he realized even with his attitude, he craved some sort of closer friend.

"Ya know, we'll probably be on th' same team, so we could like, work together. I 'unno how yet, but i'll figure somethin' out." Lawrence stated, only receiving a confused shrug from the Sniper.

"And… If we aren't on th' same team, we could like, have a pact t' not kill eachother. Yeah?" Lawrence watched Jack with hope. It all seemed to be a bad idea, Jack wasn't all too fond with being grouped up together with everyone knowing they were going to be split into teams later, it all seemed just bad. Unorganized choice making.

Jack shrugged slowly, but this time with more thought to it. The shrug not being bored but not actually knowing, if they did make it on different teams and they didn't kill each other, he could only guess it would end up bad for the both of them.

"I…Don't know." Jack adjusted his glasses, looking at the floor.

"I don't think there are camera's up here...There are around th' base but up here I think we're in th' clear." Lawrence glanced around the bare room, receiving an uncomfortable look from Jack. They both knew that what he brought up was most likely taboo.

Making pacts away from the camera's, promises of remorse.

Lawrence took a large breath, only tasting the heavy heat mixed with the dust of the room. Within the small slithers of sunlight he could see the buildup of dust floating in the room, the weather only becoming more thick as the sun rose higher. He was able to see more of Jack though the small traces of light that laid against his body, rolling against the sunglasses. Lawrence was able to tell the situation was awkward for him, he didn't seem to be used to social situations.

"I don't know." Jack replied again, this time more exhausted, fidgeting with his hands.

"It can't be so bad. Here, if we do, I won't kill ya, I don't care if ya kill me but think of it like killin' in cold blood." Lawrence said in a more cocky tone, but he received a pitiful look from Jack. He seemed to be giving in and waved his hand, nodding slowly. Scout guess it was mostly because he just wanted to end the conversation.

"Fine. We'll see." Jack forced his gaze away from Lawrences smile. The younger male stood up straight, heading to the entrance of the hatch while Jack followed with his eyes, placing the first step on the ladder, and stopping and turned to look at him.

"Trainings in a couple'a days, yea?" Lawrence asked, Jack nodding slowly. Satisfied, Scout turned and took another step before hesitating and looked up in his direction, sitting on the crate watching him curiously. He didn't mean to make it look like he was trying to find something to talk about with Jack, but the topics came into his mind last minute.

"'lright. Is everyone training then?" Jack shifted, trying to get a better look at him. Scout tried to remember the talk he had with Heinrich the day he came, but he didn't remember him bringing up that others would be training with him as well. Unless they were all learning different skills, it seemed practical to group them together...

"No. I think some of us are only training- Like our trainers being late?" Jack answered again with another shrug. He watched Lawrence nod slowly, looking down the ladder, then to Jack again, waving awkwardly. Jack tried to return the small wave, forcing out a smile which all seemed too weird. Lawrence laughed, shaking his head as he turned away from the sniper, heading downward slowly.

"I'll see ya at trainin' tomorrow, Jack."

"You too, mate." Jack kept his eyes on his head as he stepped off of the ladder, raising an eyebrow as he peered over the edge to see if he was still lingering. Satisfied that he was finally alone, he relaxed a bit and ran his hand over the dust on the crate next to him, then doing it with several others. He didn't remember seeing a roost on the BLU side, which seemed a little convenient for whoever was on RED. He just hoped that Lawrence wouldn't cause trouble for him.

The last thing he needed was to be distracted on the job.

Critiques and reviews happily welcomed. I don't own tf2 or the characters.

-Mick