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"Oi'm no professional in this kind of stuff, but oi'm pretty sure that isn't how you open a door."

I groaned at his comeback, but only heard a pathetic laugh instead. What I'm tired... I don't like being messed around with when I'm half conscious. He twisted the knob to my room and held me back to make sure I didn't fall with the door. "Now can you make it to your bed or do oi have to help you with that as well."

I turned my head toward him and looked at Sniper unamused. If I was less tired then I was I would have shoved him to the side and gone off to bed. For a man who looked like in his late 30's early 40's he sure had the mentality of a teenager. AND THAT'S COMING FROM A TEENAGER! He held up his hand in defense and backed away, I kept my eyes on his and didn't leave them until I closed the door on his face.

"Whot? No 'thank you' for opening the door?" His muffled voice coming from behind the door.

Silence.

Ignoring him I slipped into bed. It felt good to have a cushion to surround me instead of stiff plastic supporting you. My head rested on the fluffy pillow taking advantage of its softness. As soon as my body went into a full relaxation mode I slipped into a temporary coma. Just like that, I was out like a light.

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~{:Chapter 13-Training Time PT 1:}~

I opened my eyes groggily, the world around me looked blurry, a bit of crust in the corner of my eye. I had awoken from the constant sound of my alarm going BEEP...BEEP...BEEP. My hand connected with the mechanism that shuts off the sound, its annoying warning died down. I turned to my side wrapping the blankets around my body and brought my knees closer to my chest. I stared facing the wall for a while. I had a feeling of dread for some reason, I didn't know if I had woke up on the wrong side of the bed, or if I was pulled away from my sleep. A feeling of just sadness consumed me, perhaps it was the fact it was Sunday. Nobody likes Sundays, or maybe you do, I don't know. I feel like I shouldn't be here, I feel like I'm a waste of time in this base. What was my purpose again? I forget. STOP! What are you thinking, Kayla! My conscious is right, I need to stop thinking these types of things. I forced myself out of bed, my feet putting pressure on the floorboards. I stretched, lifting my arms up toward the ceiling and making that weird groaning sound that people do when they're stretching, but I came into contact with a sharp pain. "Ouch! Ow, ow, ow, cramp, cramp, cramp!" My body instantly bent down to the source of the pain, being my calf. Ever get those kinds of cramps when you stretch in the mornings, yeah that just happened. It doesn't feel so hot may I just add. "What a great way to start off the morning." I mumbled.

After I massaged the area for a little I got back up and walked it off. I turned my attention toward the bathroom and walked inside doing my normal morning routine. I grabbed the toothbrush and soaked it under the water before putting some of the toothpaste that accommodated it. I looked at the mirror starting to brush my teeth when I noticed a yellow sticky note on the side of the mirror. What this? I kept brushing and took the note off reading it.

Bonjour Mademoiselle,

I would highly recommend coming down to the training
room when you are done getting yourself ready.
I request that you also get yourself something to eat,
as you are going to need your full attention and energy
for today's lessons.

~Spy

I crumpled up the note and threw it in the trash, after reading it my face contorted into a disgusted expression. HE WAS IN MY ROOM! Just the thought of Spy sneaking in either in the middle of the night or early this morning gives me the chills. Another thought struck my mind, was he... watching me sleep? Nah, don't be crazy. He's a professional killer... oh god... that didn't come out right. I-I'm pretty sure he has respect and isn't some vampire out that twilight movie. I spitted the foamy toothpaste into the sink turning the faucet on to rinse out the residue. I ran my toothbrush under the water giving it a few taps against the sink before placing it in the holder. I cupped by hands using it gather the water and sip from my hands. Swishing the contents of the water around my mouth I spat back out to make sure all the toothpaste was out my mouth. I gave a toothy smile checking to see if I missed any spots, everything seems in check. I soon changed out of my pajamas and into more appropriate attire. I don't know the exact time I went out of my room but it must have been a little early because the base seemed quiet. Perhaps everyone is still in bed, eh oh well. It felt kind of nice, but it still felt too lonely without all the crazy noise-as much as I hate to admit. I continued my way down the hallway, eventually making it into the training room. I glanced into the small window that showed the whole room, making a sideways smile I went in. Upon entering it was strangely quiet as well, the lights were all on, the smell of new equipment and sterile supplies. I looked around suddenly thinking of the idea that maybe Spy was playing a trick.

My eyes carefully looked around the room checking out the corners. "Spy this isn't going to work, you minus well materialize in front of me." I said in a more taunting way then what I wanted. I turned around and then back around again, nothing. "hm... Seriously there's no point being here if you are going to waste both of our time by playing hide and seek." Just then the door opened and the man himself came in. "Madame who are you talking too?" I flushed in embarrassment and looked away. "No one important... Well no one..." I replied back. He gave back a small "mhm" and continued to walk until he was in front of me. I straightened up my back as if I was in front of a Sargent in the military. He just stared at me looking into my eyes, I kept contact the whole time not wanting to seem intimidated.

"So, I don't want to waste our time. Tell me what you already know about hand-to-hand combat."

I shrugged looking to the side before meeting at his gaze again. "Enough to take down the enemy Spy I guess."

I noticed the small smirk he gave and it made me feel good inside. "That's not specific enough, do you work from your anger? Is it the stress and pressure that gets you going, or the control of your emotions that give you your abilities?" His feet started to pace back and forth in front of me.

"Well... I'm not too su-" I gasped ducking and maneuvering herself to where I could grab Spy's arm and twist it behind his back. I quickly moved my foot kicking it against the back of his knee cap causing it to give out. He grunted falling to one knee being forced to the ground. "It seems that you work fine under unpredictable situations." His voice sounded muffled from the side of his face being squished to the ground. "Now get off me," he demanded.

"Whoops, hehe. Sorry." I have to admit it felt pretty good to take down Spy. To his defense, it didn't last very long.

"Did you eat any breakfast on the way here?"

I shook my head. "...No..." I saw him roll his eyes and sigh handing me a protein bar he took out of his pocket. "Eat, we are going to be training for a while. I don't need you passing out while you are learning new attack techniques." I grabbed the bar and tore the wrapping off. I ate it chewing the mixture of oats, some other types of grains that were all covered in honey.

He watched me as I ate, making me slightly uncomfortable. When I was done I threw away the wrapper in the trashcan by the corner of the door I entered. Once I came back over he started talking again. "We will begin with stretching, having a cramp during will battle will get you killed. You are going to need to be steady on your feet at all times, unless you want to die an agonizing death." My eyes narrowed at him, there was no way he could hide that snarky smirk on that face of his. I joined in with him doing my own stretches as he did his. After 5 minutes he finished and stood up, I did the same following his lead.

"We will be taking your weapons into more depth today, each and every one of them. I will be showing you how to correctly utilize them in both chaotic and calm situations. In addition you will be learning how to control your emotions." I really, really, wanted to give back a sarcastic sentence but I thought it would probably be best not to.

"Did you bring your weapons with you?" he raised an eyebrow looking right at me.

"I was suppose to?" I said feeling like a complete idiot.

I gave another deep annoyed sigh. "Yes..."

I stood their like an idiot "Did you want me to-"

"Yes." Spy said sternly.

I turned around going ahead to get my weapons and all my gadgets. I went up to my room and across respawn getting everything before returning. I glanced at him trying to see if there was any hint of irritation but he just stood there with a blank emotionless face. "Alright I have everything now... I hope." my voice dragged out in the end.

"Good, now we can finally begin." I didn't like how he emphasized on the word 'finally'.

Jerk.

"Let us start off with your cloaking device. I assume you have an idea of how it works? Or am I wrong about that as well?" His mockery is really getting on my nerves here.

"No I know how to work it."

"Excellent. Now I want you to put the watch on and try to get this from my hand." In the palm of his hand was that of a shiny marble. "If you can snatch this from my hand without me knowing or feeling anything fraction of movement, then we can move on to the next lesson."

Seems easy enough. EXCEPT FOR THE FACT I HAVE TO GRAB IT WITHOUT HIM KNOWING!

"How do you plan on me to do that?"

"That's for you to figure out and me to judge. Prove to me that you can demonstrate the skills of deception."

"Skills of... Fine." I put on the watch pressing the button that activated the device. My very form had turned invisible, turning the same color as my surroundings. I had gently walked to the side, I was intently watching his facial expressions to see if he had any indication of where I was. From the looks of it he didn't, then again he was really good with hiding his own emotions. Which in my opinion wasn't fair, he had years of practice-certainly not me. Every step that I take is another mistake I think I make. My self confidence becomes doubtful, at every plan I try to think of. I even feel a little awkward at how quiet the room had gotten. I look for a weak spot on him but it's more difficult then I'd hope for. I didn't know what it was, his posture seemed so professional I felt so threatened considering he wasn't doing anything. I waited for a few minutes just to see if he'd show any sign of impatient's. Unfortunately for me his body didn't show any acknowledgement of boredom or tiredness. I eventually gave up myself and walked around him within a distance. My hands were a bit sweaty because of how nervous I was. I reached out preparing my hand to finish the job, I took a quiet breath and closed in. The air-conditioning in the room turned on making a somewhat loud humming noise, in the mist of the awakening of the air-vents I took my opportunity and went for the marble. I quickly swiped my hand across his thinking my plan was actually working. Why I thought such a thing could be possible, couldn't tell you. As if everything happened in slow motion I was in the wrong. As soon as I saw him slightly turn his head I knew I was dead. Figuratively speaking that is, though I'm sure he could literally have it happen.

The hand holding the marble immediately closed like a one of those Venus fly trap plants. When my hand swiped past his knuckles his other arm quickly came over having his hand grab my wrist. We both froze-ok fine technically I froze-his eyes gazing right at me. His glare was so threatening that I thought perhaps the cloak had vanished revealing my body again, but I was still invisible. I stared back slightly in fear. With a few movements of his fingers made its way to the watch, it made a noise deactivating the cloak. I materialized back feeling like he could really see me this time, a part of me feeling ashamed.

"Try again. You took too long, you were a bit predictable. I will give you credit on keeping your footsteps quiet, but you are going to have to be a little more inventive. Have a little more intuition in your strategies, unless you want to constantly get killed while you are in battle." His voice was stern and confident, something that I seriously was lacking.

I nodded saying nothing else. He let go of my hand and opened back his hand. "Try again." I took a few steps back and turned the device on again. This time with a little more determination I set out a game plan. I looked around this time checking to see if I could use anything to get me to a good advantage, a distraction. I gingerly walked around making sure that my steps weren't detectable. Upon walking toward the weights I purposely took one that was light enough but heavy enough to make noise. I walked near him and tossed it over to the side. It's sound echoing a tad with a thump. He looked back in confusion, his mouth opening as if he was going to say something. I swiftly made my way over to his opposite side and reached for the marble again. My face lit up in excitement as I was so close to reaching over to my victory. Of course, its never that easy now is it. His hand closed instantly again as he must have grown in suspicion. Spy gave this laugh that I didn't know was either evil or in a mocking kind of way. Though it didn't matter, I was frustrated.

"Ah Ah Ah, not so fast mon petite. Nice... distraction? You aren't that slick my dear." Yup definitely in a mocking way.

Just like the last time I materialized in front of him, not so happy with myself. "What did I do wrong now?" I asked wanting to improve on my failures.

"Well for starters you are, again, predictable. If you are going to use a distraction such as that you are going to have to be much quicker. Also when you were moving around me that quickly I could feel your presence, a small gust of wind if you will." I nodded taking the constructive criticism. "Although I do have to say you are getting a little more creative, just try to expand a bit more." He looked at me and I looked back giving a smile. "Okay."

He still didn't give a glimpse of any happiness. I took a deep breath and tried again, can you guess what happened? Yeah, that's right I DID IT! Nah, I'm just playing I failed once again. Never fails does it? This time I wasn't paying close attention to my own shadow, it's own fingerprint leading my own identity to be printed on the walls and the ground. I felt a bit stupid forgetting the most simplistic things. It took another few tries some closer, others complete failures. I'd either forget to control my breathing, quiet my footsteps, look out for my own shadow, or lack in creativity. I couldn't tell if he was getting impatient but I sure as hell was.

In my, who knows how many attempts, I tried yet again. I remembered his advice and took it into account. This time I felt different when I cloaked, I felt a little more intuitive with my decision making. I had solid plan this time, I prayed in my mind hoping this time it will work. After a few seconds I began, I took quiet steps, stayed to the shadows. I was looking around more sharp than before, that's when something in my brain clicked. I made my way softly but quickly over to the light switches, I closed my eyes getting my eyes ready and flipped the switch. The whole went dark, black surrounding the room. I didn't take a moment to wait and made my way over to the weights again. I knocked a few over, quickly followed by a few other noises. I passed by him purposely touching his shoulder. I could feel him move and twitch a tad when I did so, he knew where I was now... Or so he thought. I could feel his movements, even in the dark, it felt truly exhilarating. I smiled to myself feeling him struggle at finding me already. He reached forward but ended up catching air instead, despite how dark it was I could see the confusion written on his face. I quickly reached for the opposite side of his shoulder roughly pulling him back, he stumbled a bit but regained his balance rather quick. He turned around but I had somehow expected that and ducked moving as he did. In reflex I hit his elbow hard causing the marble to fly into the air for a few seconds. I quickly grabbed it in mid-air getting on the ground dodging his grasp by rolling over. I made a small laugh, which concentrated on the location I was at. His head immediately turned to me and I went over to the lights turning them on.

His eyes squinted but then adjusted. I leaned against the wall with my arms crossed, "looking for this?" I held up the marble and looked at him tauntingly. Seeing his face he looked a bit impressed.

"Congratulations you've managed to complete the task. Now let's move on to the next shall we?" He gave a small glance at me.

"Yeah." I nodded.

"Good, I will be teaching you how to use your sapper. Your sapper is going to be important when you sneak into the enemy base, I'm sure their Engineer will be expecting me or you to pop up eventually. Always be on the look out, listen to your surroundings veerrryy carefully. Is that understood?"

Spy was really starting to sound like my dad, telling me right from wrong then using that 'do you understand' tone of voice and look. In response I nodded sternly and took a deep breath.

"I want you to be calm when you are on the battlefield, I'm sure you will encounter some of the enemy team. You will have to be agile and smart when being approached by any of them, especially if you plan on using your disguise kit. But that is for another lesson, just focus on using your brain." He tapped the top of my head to emphasize his words.

"Got it, use my brain."

He nodded "We won't be able to practice using the sapper but when we get into battle tomorrow I want you to follow closely. From there I will show you how it's done and then I want you to copy. If you mess up once you will end up-"

"Dead... I got it..."

He gave a small chuckle and continued talking. He started talking about the butterfly knife and how I was suppose to accurately use it. How important it is to play out the stab in your head before making the move, I found it rather interesting. But if I'm going to be honest at all I wasn't really paying attention. My thoughts were busy with thinking about the enemy team. Who was I even fighting, I mean if I'm going to be murdering other people I want to know what for. I understand I have to kill them in order to finish the objective, but I want to know WHO I'm killing you know? What am I going to be up against, what are the other teams skills? Heck I don't even know the players on their team.

"Don't forget when times get dire-"

"Hey Spy..." I interrupted.

"What?..." he sounded a little annoyed.

"Who exactly are we fighting?"

He raised an eyebrow "Mind clarifying?"

"I mean, what am I going up against, how am I suppose to outsmart the enemy if I don't know how they fight. Isn't there some pattern any of them use?"

Spy just stood there giving me a blank expression for a moment, which turned into another devious smile then a laugh.

I looked at him confused. I didn't know what was going on or what triggered him to laugh. "Is there something I'm missing?"

He placed a hand on my shoulder calming himself from the small laughter. "That is a great question, I'm glad you asked. You know most people I've trained don't ask questions. They just accept what I say, but I don't know if they truly understand. Come." He wavered his hand for me to follow.

"Wait.. So are we just going to-"

"Don't worry we are just going to take a small break. Besides, I want to answer your question." I was somewhat taken back, it was just a question. I didn't really think it would be taken as something of importance, though it does seem critical. Either way I followed behind him back up to the kitchen. He nicely pulled out a chair and signaled for me to sit. I looked around noticing that some of the mercenaries were sitting over on the couch by the living room. From the looks of it Pyro was on the floor watching the TV intently. The female Engineer was on the right side of the couch, the female Scout sitting in the middle, and the Medic sitting on the other end. Scout seemed to be the only one who looked the most tired out of all of them, her eyes occasionally drifting close.

When Spy came back over he had two mugs in his hand, I saw some steam emit from it. He placed the mug in front of me and sat down looking across at me.

"I hope you like tea."

"Mhm..." I nodded staring down at the cup.

"Now lets discuss about the other team. Team BLU isn't too far off from our team, except from what I understand there are five females and eight males. They have two Engineers, Pyros, Snipers, and Heavys-one of each gender as you can imagine. Otherwise, they have one Scout, one female Soldier, one Demoman, one Spy, and one Medic."

"Yeah I met their Medic, he seemed pretty new."

Spy nodded at the new information, "I assume he was an easy kill."

I nodded in response. I analyzed the amount of members on our team to the enemies in my head. "So... We have the advantage?"

"Well not exact-"

"OH COME ON! THE BALL WAS RIGHT IN FRONT OF HIS FACE! FOUL I CALL FOUL!" exclaimed the feminine Scout. Someone's awake.

"Scout... Shut up..." Engineer said flatly.

Spy and I looked to the side trying to figure out what was going on. From the looks of it Scout was getting too roweled up in the current game she was watching.

"B-But you saw that right? He...He..." The Engineer was giving her a threatening glare, instantly she became quiet again. Medic sighed shaking his head slightly, "you need to calm down Scout, it's just a game."

"Just a gam-Just a game. I don't think you understand the strength and dedication athletic. . ." She kept rambling on about the significance of sports and what a difference they really make. By the look on Engineers face she wasn't too happy about Medic insulting Scouts one passion. I turned my head back to Spy giving him my full attention.

"As I was saying they aren't exactly at a disadvantage, as much as I'd hate to admit this, they do have... Intelligent people on their team. I do question their ethics, but they are very flexible in certain situations. Unfortunately, that is what makes them dangerous." His expression became stern and serious.

"Do you know anything about them?" I then asked.

He sighed and sat back in the chair. "I've got the opportunity to observe some of them after battle." I raised an eyebrow in question, he must have noticed my confusion because he replied back with "But that's another story for another time. From what I know. . ."

To be continued. . .

Alright, I believe I owe an explanation on why this chapter is about 2 months late.

1.) I haven't had any motivation or inspiration on what to write or write at all

2.) School has delayed my ability to type up the story (sorta)

3.) Terrible...Terrible...Procrastination.

I am so sorry if you've been waiting and waiting for so long. I finally decided to get off my butt (figuratively) and start typing up this chapter, I'm not too thrilled with this chapter so if the interest is lost, again I'm sorry. Hopefully the next one will intrigue you all more, if you aren't already pulled in. Though, if you have stuck with the story and are still excited for the next I want to thank you! This time I just want to give out a fore warning that the next chapter won't have a specific date, as I am going to be busy this summer.

So in conclusion, I hope you enjoyed the chapter. Have a fun and safe summer.