Sorry for the delay! I am proud to say that I am a high school graduate, now! And I got a $3000 scholarship to go a state college nearby and become a paramedic! HOW FUCKING EXCITING IS THAT?! VERY, THAT'S HOW!
"Egdkdidjehd I can not tell you how much I squeed at spy's lines!
This is really well done and I can't wait for more!" - TheBlackSuitedSpy
Well, there's more where that came, my good reader! I'm ecstatic that you enjoy the story so far, and I hope you enjoy this newest installment!
Yo chucklenuts! These characters and the game belong to Valve, so don't sue me!
"This is totally fucking nuts! How can HQ let a chick inta a war-zone?"
Scout was heading towards the Infirmary, looking this way and that to make sure he wasn't followed. He wanted to meet this new mercenary personally, and see what her position was exactly.
He cracked open the doors, "Hmm, guess deutch-bag fergot ta lock da doors...", and peeked in.
Natual light seeped in and made the Sick-Bay look more comfortable than most days. The mess that happened last night was cleaned up for the most part, only stains remained. He glanced back up and saw the Spy next to her bed, making light conversation with the girl.
"Oh oui. Après que ma famille soit mort, j'ai déménagé dans une partie plus désolée du Nunavut. J'ai trappé pour gagné ma vie. Je n'ai jamais vraiment parlé à beaucoup de gens là-haut..." (Oh yes. After my family died, I moved in a more desolate part of Nunavut. I trapped for a living. Never really talked to a lot of people up there...) She looks down at her sheets piled up in her lap with a thousand-mile stare that could rival Sniper's. Scout took this time to really get a good look at her from behind his door-shield.
She was short-ish, taller than Engie, but shorter than himself, but what she lacked in height, she made up for in bulk. She was just the right amount of muscular without being too much, and had a nice layer of chub over it. Her skin was a dark tan. Hair long and jet-black. She had a slightly big nose '... she looks a lot like an Indian!', Scout mused, as he started thinking about the Western movies him and Engineer would watch sometimes. Then Scout caught her eyes... they were a pale turquoise, which is a little wierd for a Indian... aren't they supposed to have brown eyes?
"Nunavut ..." Spy looked up at the ceiling in heavy thought. "N'est-ce pas au Canada?"
She nods slightly. " Oui," She grabs up some of the blanket in her fists, and had a look of nostalgia taking over her mental state. "Ma mère était une femme de médecine, et mon père était un trappeur de fourrure français. Je suis allé avec lui la plupart du temps et j'ai appris le métier." (My mother was a medicine woman, and my father was a french fur-trapper. I went with him most of the time and learned the trade.) She smirks down at the bed.
"Ah, vous êtes à moitié inuit?" (Ah, you're half Inuit?) Spy smiles warmly at her as she nods. "Eh bien, cela expliquerait pourquoi vous pouvez parler français ..." (Well, that would explain why you can speak French... Do you know English?) She looks up and gives the tiniest of grins, but it's genuine. "Pour vous dire la vérité, c'est bien de parler à quelqu'un dans ma langue maternelle." (to tell you the truth, it's nice to speak to somebody in my native tongue.) He pauses for a second, then asks, "Connaissez-vous l'anglais?" (Do you know English?)
Her brow furrows. "Non, est-ce que c'est ce que tout le monde parle? " (No, is that what everyone else is speaking?)
"Oui. Quand vous aller êtes mieux installés, je vais vous enseigner quelques phrases." (yes. when you're more settled in, I will teach you some phrases.) He gives a confident and professional smile. "Mais en attendant, reste à mes cotés, je serais plus que content de traduire pour vous." (But in the meantime, stick around me, I would be more that happy to translate for you.)
Scout was getting frustrated. He couldn't understand what it was they where talking about, and he hates the feeling of being left out of a conversation. But it was something else, too. Something he couldn't really explain... but it flared up when Spy smiled at the girl.
Scout slowly shut the door, and backed away as quietly as a Scout could, then dashed off down the hall. Maybe if he went outside and jogged around the base before today's battle, he could get his mind off of it.
So he went and jogged, only to do so in vain.
Medic entered casually into the Respawn room, kicking his heels and humming to himself as he did so. He walked past some of the gurneys that were grouped in the center of it, and joined the Engineer on the side opposite the doors, where the computers that stored precious data sat.
"Here, Herr Engineer, I have her file." He gives the shorter man the manila folder, and stares at the screen as Engie enters the data.
"Thanks, doc. Gotta say, this is pretty excitin'. We're the first team to have a tracker class." He looks up and makes goggle-less eye contact with Medic, and gives a smirk. "Ah'm confident that she'll only help the team... even though she can only speak French... " He looks back down at the keyboard with a small frown. "... and she's a little wild..."
"Oh, I'm sure zat vill pass." Medic pats the Texan on the back reassuringly. "Spy is in ze Infirmary right now, briefing her. I'm sure zat after she learns vat is going on, she'll be fein."
"Right." Engineer enters the rest of the data in quickly, and locks up the system with a password. He sighs and looks up at the doctor again. "Welp, guess that's done. C'mon doc, let's go fetch some grub."
"Just a second. I need to tidy ze room up first!"
Engineer rolls his eyes before lowering his goggles back over them. The Medic was a little obsessive-compulsive at times, but sometimes it was ridiculous, especially to the Texan. "Well, ya know what it's like to come down late for breakfast... I'll try to save some for ya."
The Medic smiles and waves dismissal towards him. "Dankeschön, but I'll be fine."
The Engineer nods and scoots out of the room in a hurried manner.
He waits until the slide doors close all the way, then lets the disguise dissipate until a sharp, cerulean suit showed from underneath. He chuckles a little under his breath. "Oh petit ingénieur crédule..." (Oh little gullible Engineer...)
A devious grin spreads over his features as he turns his attention towards the computer. "I do love a good sabotage, zough..."