They were all waiting in the room, anxious counting the minutes towards the signal and the sound of the gates being lifted. Sniper took an inspecting look inside his scope and decided to pack some ammo. He wandered off to the closet packed with pills, bandages, bullets and rockets. He took out few small pocketboxes and put them in the pocket of his jacket. He lifted his sunglasses higher on his nosebridge and calmly sat aside.
He observed the others and their pre-battle-routine. Engineer was carefully checking all his tools were present in his toolbox, Engineer saw Sniper keeping an eye on him and Engineer merely nodded politely with a smile his way.
"Yo, 'Ey! Has anybody seen my bat?" Scout called trough the room. Sniper rolled his eyes at the young man's irresponsibility concerning his own weapons and saw that his shiny iron bat was leaning casually against the wall next to Sniper.
"Oi! Mongrel!" He shouted out at Scout, who was scavenging the room to find his bat. Scout turned around and saw the bat flying towards him. His reflexes didn't fail on him and Scout catched the bat with ease. "Ye bettah take care of ye own stuff, boy!"
"Next time, Old man!" Scout yelled back, smirking.
On the other side of the map, the BLU Scout was jogging around the respawn room to get everything off his nerves. He knew that he needed to rush out as quick as he could to grab that intelligence. He stopped up and peered around the room at the others. The whole team was there, and they all had their own rituals before running out. The Heavy Weapons guy would clean Natascha, the Pyro would play with a silver lighter, and etcetera. He heard the familiar voice on the speakers, counting down from ten seconds. Any second now.. Any second now.. ''The mission begins in 5.. 4.. 3.. 2.. 1..''. The alarm sirens ran, and Scout grabbed his Scattergun and sprinted right out and dove into the water under the bridge. He had planned this to exact detail. He waddled as fast as he could through the knee-high water and sprinted up the stairs. He barely avoided being seen by the RED Demoman. Scout grinned at all the blind puns you could make at the poor, Scottish sucker. He ran further, down the straight stairs and took a sharp turn around all the technology and ran inside the intelligence room. He grabbed the briefcase.
''YES!'' Scout jolted out. He turned around proudly with the briefcase strapped to his back but was stopped by a big, bear-like frame. ''Oh no, little Scout. You're not leaving yet..'' Scout slowly opened his eyes and looked up at the big RED Heavy. ''.. Uh.. denied..'' Scout quickly tried to slide on his belly between the Heavy's leg, but the Heavy grabbed his ankles and held him upside down, a meter over the floor. ''Hohoh, you're so little to me it's funny! Now, should I methodically rip little Scout to shreds, or brutally slam you against wall?'' the Heavy asked himself, obviously not wanting Scout's opinion. He dangled around, still stuck in the Heavy's grip, flailing his arms around. The Heavy grinned and then slammed him right through the office desk where the intelligence would be, crushing the table in two!
"OW SHIT! MY BACK! MY BACK!'' Scout screamed out, crawling around in the debris of the former table. ''Yes, cry, little baby! CRY!'' Scout was almost on the edge to do that, but he remembered one thing. As the Heavy again stood over him, with a big wide grin, Scout slowly reached into his backpack. ''Hey, knucklehead. Ya ain't gonna win.''
RED Sniper ran out on the balcony as soon as the match started. He aimed down at the enemy base, and saw a splash in the water. ''They've already breached our defenses, lads!'' he shouted out to anyone who wanted to listen. He saw a Medic-Heavy go out of one the two doors. He kept steady, licking his lips as he waited for the right moment. A squeeze of the trigger later and there was Russian grey matter, all over the German behind the big Heavy Weapons Guy. ''NOT SO TOUGH NOW, YA QUACK!'' he shouted over the battlefield, reloading his rifle. He kept his scope aimed at the BLU Base. Suddenly, he heard a familiar voice, it seemed to be their Scout. '''ey, Snipes, how's it lookin' out dere?'' the RED Scout said curiously. ''I think their Scout have already ran inside, mate. Go look afte' him..'' Sniper mumbled out, obviously annoyed. He felt the RED Scout's hand on his shoulder. ''Pally, see the Sniper on the other side of da balcony? Shoot quick, cuz dere's a blue dot on ya head.'' Sniper felt the adrenaline burst into his veins, and he quickly moved to where the Scout referenced and shot. ''ONE SNIPER TO ANOTHER MATE, GIVE UP!'' he shouted, snickering. ''Thanks, mate. Much appreciated.''
''Glad ya took him out fo' me, Snipes.'' The Scout said, pacing behind him. Sniper looked over his shoulder at him and nodded. ''No problems, mate.'' he murmured out and kept aiming. ''It's just too sad...'' Scout said, like reciting a poem. ''Get out there and fight, ya mongrel!''
He heard a couple of steps, coming up close behind him. ''I was never really on your side..'' a french voice said clearly. Sniper quickly dropped his rifle and turned around with his SMG drawn from it's holster, pointblank against Spy's face. A squeeze of the trigger later and he was covered in the Frenchman's blood. ''I was never really on your side either! Wanker!''
A familiar voice boomed over the battlefield. ''INTRUDER ALERT! INTRUDER ALERT! A BLU SCOUT IS IN THE BASE!'' Damnit. The Sniper picked up his rifle and ran across the balcony and took the round staircase down. That fat stupid Russian can't probably not even defend the briefcase right.. As he turned around the corner, and saw the big Russian sitting against the wall, bullet holes covering his chest. ''Bloody hell! Heavy, are you alright?'' Sniper skidded on his knees to the bigman. He felt after a pulse, but there was none. He slowly lifted his eyes to the piece of wall right over Heavy's head. Someone had wrote something with a crayon. 'Hey, knuckleheads, you ain't gonna win''. Well, he only knew of one person that could say knucklehead and be serious, and that was the BLU Scout.
He peered over his shoulder, and saw the crushed table. ''Atleast ya put on a fight, mate..'' He reached forward and closed the Heavy's eyes. Sure, he'll be back after the fight - Amazing set of technology today - But the man deserves some respect. He stood up and watched the paper-trail left by the rushing Scout. He jogged back to his previous position on the balcony. ''Mongrel..''
BLU Scout held the briefcase close tugged under his arm. His free hand occupated with his bat that he swung around, hitting nearby enemies. His feet were racing over the earth, skipped gaps and jumped over the already fallen corpses. He dodged obstacles and avoided bullets like he was some ninja-like being. His heart was racing, in his mind he felt invincible!
He soon got what was coming for him for thinking pre-victorious thoughts. He heard the mechanic zooming and clicking from a nearby sentry-gun. "Sentry gun's up!" Yelled the nearby voice of an nearby Engineer. He was to destined to run for his goal... He just hoped it wasn't a RED engineer setting up his sentry, but judging by the bullets that tracked down his path... It was a RED sentry. He ordered his legs to run faster, MUCH faster!
Stomping his runningshoes into the dirt, followed by the deadly noises from the sentry gun, he saw a Demoman jumping from behind some crates! He was determined not to give the cyclops any chance of getting to him and swung his bat in a mercyless blow to the head. "BONK!" He laughed and looked back, seeing the Demoman fall to the ground and the bullettracks have stopped following him. He laughed again, clutching harder to the briefcase.
Out of the corner of his eye he saw RED Soldier fire a missile his way.
The sound of his foulmouthed curse was followed by an explosion, that swung his scrawny being into the air, trying to grab the briefcase mid-air. He flew forward, flailing his arms around, landing painfully in to the dirt. The briefcase landing not far from him. He couldn't hear the war sound around him anymore. Only the briefcase was on his mind.
His entire body ached and he tried to pull himself towards the blue briefcase. He tried to extend his fingers, grabbing for the briefcase. He felt blood, run down his face and his legs felt numb. His long fingers almost reached and shortly brushed the blue steel. "C'moooon..." He groaned. "Almost... Dere..."
The sounds around him were penetrating his mind again and he felt so dizzy now. His fingertips were brushing the blue steel, he heard heavy steps running towards him. The heavy steps were silenced by bullets and a heavy thud to the ground. Next thing he knew, the holy sound of Medic's healing gun is all he heard. He felt the blue energy hug and penetrate his body and immediatly felt the nursing effects. He felt the wounds in his legs close and the numbness in his body retreat. He felt fan-fuckin'-tastic!
He jumped up with a roar and looked thankful at the BLU medic. "Thank Doc'!" He cheered and picked up the briefcase and his bat and ran with long strides back to the BLU base.
AN: Second part of Headshot, it was fun to write. For the both of us! If you liked it, we surely do appreciate the reviews, and I'll tell you what. Everytime you review this story, Chris will flash you all. Deal? ... Deaaal!