The Scout's eyes shot open, sudden guilt overcame him. Still hearing the screams of the BLU Engineer in his head he made his way to the locker room. He swung a door to the shower room open and walked inside seeing he was alone in the dark night and turned on one of the sinks.

"Boy."

The Scout looked up on hearing the mysterious voice echo throughout the shower stalls behind him. There was absolutely no one in sight.

Was it a Spy?

He glanced around before looking down at the water gushing from the faucet and cupping his hands underneath the stream of clear liquid.

"M'i just crazy?"

The Scout swerved past stray bullets flying at him as he made his way to red base ready to capture the Intel. Running by he caught glance of the RED Pyro who took notice of the boy and ran after him down the tunnel.

"MPHMMPHF!" The Pyro kept running after the Scout, even after he was out of sight probably on his way back to BLU base with the RED Intel in hand, but Pyro knew that Scout would have to get past him first.

There the BLU Scout was, in the RED base seconds from grabbing the briefcase. He reached his arm out to it when he heard someone speak to him.

"Look inside."

The Scout's head perked up and he looked around in alarm drawing his gun to shoot anything that might be on the verge of shooting him. But he soon found know one was there but him.

"Open it..."

The velvety voice hissed feet away from him. The Scout stared at the case silently before looking at the number combination that had kept it shut from the world for who knows how many years.

He slowly reached down his hand to the keypad and typed in '1111'. To the boys surprise there was a low hiss and pop.

Obligated to do so, the young man slowly slipped his fingers threw the two parts of the case finding it open.

So both the teams have the same password?

The Scout thought to himself as his body shook slightly from excitement and fear. He was the first to ever attempt to open the other teams Intel and succeed as far as he knew!

Popping the top open and seeing the piles of papers he didn't notice the Pyro run in behind him for his eyes caught glance of a paper that had neatly printed words on it that said "Dell Conagher".

His sight was suddenly disrupted and he fell over screaming in pain, fire wrapped around him burning him until he was barely alive and surely not conscious.

"Well looky what we have here..." A tall man with a narrow frame walked to him his boots clicking against the hard concrete floor with every step.

The Pyro that had done the deed of taking down the Scout looked over to him. "Mmfmph..."

"Adventurous little one isn't he?" The Sniper pressed his hand up against the dead boys neck feeling for a pulse.

The Pyro looked at the Sniper "What the hell do you think you're doing?" The Pyro demanded shaking his head in disbelieve.

"Well we cant let the little bugger tell the rest of his bloody team what he may have seen in our RED's Intel now can we?" The sniper said standing up holding the Scout's lifeless body in his arms.

"Don't you dare say you are taking him back to infirmary? Sniper, we don't have the time to care for a hostage! He probably didn't see anything, lets just let the kid respawn and go on with our own lives like he never even came in here." The Pyro was not pleased with the Sniper at all.

"And I bet your parents probably said the same thing, mate." The Sniper said adjusting the young Scout so he was more comfortable in hand before making his way to the RED infirmary.

"You are such a total Jackass you know that Steve?"

"Yeah I know."

"You owe me somethin' shiny."

"I owe you now? "

"PFFT yeah I know where your gonna keep that guy!"

The Sniper Smirked "Oh really?"

"MY FUCKING BEDROOM!"

"Well do ya think he's going in mine? He probably has Boston germs."

"…Boston germs?"

"Yeah."

"WHAT THE FUCK IS A BOSTON GERM?"

"Ya know germs on Boston people."

"Ya know..." The Pyro stared at the Sniper for a minute before shaking his head telling himself there was no point in continuing.

"Oh we're here!" The Sniper said looking at the infirmary doors. "Open the doors for me Walter."

The Pyro did as he was asked and pulled on the heavy metal doors to the infirmary.

"Hey Steve?" Walter asked as the Sniper walked past him to one of the white beds.

"Yeah?"

"How long are we gonna keep him here?"

"I don't know…"

Note:

Hey; few guys who faved this! Im sorry for such a long wait!

Im sure you guys know how it is when you just cant get anything down on paper! ^^;

so I just want to let you know im still alive and writing and this story wont be randomly stopped at any chapter! This will be a story I actually finish! And it means a lot to see you guys faving my story's!

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