The sound of André cocking his revolver echoed through the boardmeeting room at the RED Base, located at the snowy Cold Front. Boredom and restlessness was laying like a thick blanket over his head as he shot another stray bullet into the concrete wall. He stopped to admire the engravings on the silvery barrel. He had made this revolver in his love's, Francine's, honour - Because the engraving was of her. He sighed as he thought of coming back home, stroking a digit along the fine lines on the metal. His daydreaming was stopped by a very natural scent with just the slightest hint of jarate coming up behind him.
''Oi, Spah,what're ya doin' alone in 'ere? Yer supposed ta be cloakin' in some corner as ya wait for the bell to ring, like a normal mysterious bollock!'' Sniper's voice chuckled behind him, giving him a friendly pat on the shoulder.
''I am just thinkin' of ze finer things in life, mon ami.'' André replied in his most neutral voice possible, returning the Ambassador to it's rightful seat inside of his suit's jacket.
''Like tha' milf yer bonin'?'' André looked up at the grinning Aussie and couldn't help to grin back at him.
''Something to that effect, australien.'' Sniper took a seat in one of the chairs next to him, tightening his fingerless gloves. André lighted another cigarette, softly puffing as he prepared another sentence.
''Have you ever thought about.. this whole Reliable Excavation Demolition and Builder's League United-nonsense, was just nothing but a joke to someone in the upper circle of society, mon ami?'' André turned his head to face his brother-in-arms, who took his hat off, placing it on the big, round table, the brown fabric contrasting neatly on the white, sleek surface.
''Yeah, 's passed mah mind.. But honestly, what does it matter if we get paid at the end of day, eh, mate?'' Sniper grinned, patting the Frenchman on the knee and stood up, letting out a long yawn and stretching his arms.
''Well, I'mma head out ta see what the other's are up to. Seeya out on the field, Spy.'' André merely waved him goodbye, leaning back in the chair and peering at the wall for what felt like an eternity. His thoughts were slowly interrupted as he heard ''The mission starts in ten minutes!'' - The sentence everybody on both sides of this merc-war was oh so used to hear. He hopped out of the chair, pushing his cigarette into the ashtray. He noticed the brown on the white surface again.
''Sniper, Sniper, Sniper.. Sometimes it feels like you forget things to make me annoy you in the middle of the fight.'' André said idly to himself, picking the hat up and cloaking, sneaking out to the rest of the team.
The warningalarm of the started round rung deep into Scout's ears as he sprinted as fast as he could through the BLU base, past their second point and out into the harsh, biting cold of the Cold Front. He ran up the ramp at the right exit of their base, up on the slippery cliff. He took a large leap down, sprinting in the old, worndown cabin in the middle, that encased the neutral controlpoint and slid into a corner to hide himself. He saw a red laser dot flash over the opposite wall of him. The Australian bastard can't get him no-
''BONK!'' Benjamin suddenly felt like all his teeth were close to being knocked in, as an aluminium bat with a RED-logo on it contacted with his face. The paing stung through all of his body as the RED Scout kept on smashing him to bits unrelentlessly.
''NOT SO TUFF NOW, ARE YA? ARE YA? You suck! JUST LIKE THE RED SOX!'' The RED Scout shouted out, keeping on his melee-assault - But it came to an abrupt end as the RED Scout fell onto the ground, screaming in agony. A gloved hand offered aid up, and Scout promptly took it, standing up. He peered through the one of his eyes that weren't close to swelling to complete blindness and nodded to the BLU Spy.
''Thanks, man, datwas close!''
''The fight isn't over yet, gentleman!'' The BLU Spy pulled his revolver and shot an incoming Demoknight in the head, making him fall - headless - to the ground. Scout pulled his pistol from his backpack, shooting suppressive fire at a distant Soldier. Bullets, rockets and grenades were flying all over, Scout still lying on the snowy floor of the ruined cabin as the controlpoint was now half-way won. Scout peered up at the BLU Spy, noticing a familiar red dot on his face.
''SPY! GET DOWN!'' Scout lept onto the blue-suited man, almost feeling the shockwave of the passing bullet as he pushed the BLU Spy out of the way. Scout hopped off of him.
''I'll take of da Snipah, man, keep cappin'!'' Scout grabbed his Scattergun, running out of the cabin on the side facing the BLU Base. He looked for a way up to the Sniper''s nest. He peeked around the corner. The RED Sniper wasn't paying attention. He hopped up on one of the rocks, then doublejumped to a second, and then finally lept up next to the RED Sniper, with his Atomizer bat drawn. ''TIME TA DIE, SUCKEER!''
Sniper quickly turned his head to the right, seeing the BLU Scout rushing torwards him. He quickly pulled his SMG, but got tackled to the ground by the lean man. He felt his face getting punched and batted in, with the weight of a full-grown man ontop of him. Sniper roared out, pushing the BLU Bostonian off of him and pulling his kukri.
''Come at me, ya little piece a shite!'' Scout sure did come at him with a wide bat-sweep, but Sniper quickly jumped back and then forth trying to stab the blue-clad Scout in the chest, but he jumped back aswell. Lawrence charged forth, but the Scout hopped down on his back, grabbed Sniper's wrists and monkeyflipped him over his cover in the shape of a small fence, and down the cliff.
He hit the snow-covered ground with a meaty thud. He felt like every bone had been broken. The battle raged on over him, the neutral controlpoint still in fight. If he could just.. close his eyes for a.. few.. precious.. moments..
André decloaked behind cover, reaching his hand out to grab his Australian mate by the arms and pull him into cover aswell. He gave him a few slaps on the cheeks, the Australian slowly stirring awake.
''Oeh.. Oh.. Mate.. Is it ovah?'' André pulled the Ambassador and fired a shot at a Pyro that carelessly ran past, hitting im straight in the face and killing him.
''No! We need to get you patched up, and that's right now! Come on, mon ami!'' He grabbed Lawrence's arms and sweeped it around his neck, assisting him back to the base. He dropped him in their spawn room, grabbing a medkit from the cabinet and throwing it to him.
''How did you end up on the ground, Lawrence?'' The RED Sniper muttered, pulling a hand through his hair.
''BLU Scout. Fast thinkin' fella, eh.'' André nodded in agreement. taking a few revolverbullets from the cabinet idly. He looked up at the ceiling as remembering something, then pulling out a brown, leather hat.
''You forgot something in the conference room, 'mate'.'' He put the hat on the Sniper's head, grinning wickedly. Lawrence responded with a light laugh, standing up and holding his rifle in his hand.
''You head out, Awndrey, I need ta shake the cobwebs.'' André nodded and cloaked, dissappearing out into the cold in an eerily silent way.
He picked up the silvery revolver from the snow and peered at the engravings. Time for some poetic justice. Yeah, he has to say that!
''Time for some poetic ju-..'' Something caught his tongue as he peered closer at the engravings in the barrel. That was his mother!
''HEY! HEY! This ain't cool, man! We're fightin' a mercwar, but come on! That's low!'' The RED Spy looked at him with a lifted eyebrow.
''I mean, puttin' an engraving of your enemy's mom on your GUN? Come on, man. Dat's really low.'' The RED Scout stood up, a few teeth missing and blood oozing from the corner of his mouth, nodding in agreement.
''Yeah, Spy, whadd's wrong withchu?'' the RED Scout croaked out. Suddenly the RED Spy cloaked and dissappeared, leaving only a few footprints in his wake. The Scouts turned to eachother awkwardly, and Benji lifted his pistol pointed to the RED Scout's head.
''Dick Radatz was the best motherfucking baseball player alive.'' A shot later, and the RED Scout fell to the floor, a few inches shorter after having his brainmatter sprayed over the snow. He hopped down the cliff and landed comfortably, and the mid-control point flashed red.
''We have lost the center controlpoint!'' the angry lady shouted out at the BLU Team and Scout quickly escaped back to the BLU Base, but was promptly propelled forward by an explosion behind him, flying through the air before crashing against the concrete walls of his base.
''.. Medic!'' he croaked out as he slid down the concrete wall, and everything went black.
Scout slowly opened his eyes again, hearing the familiar buzz of the medic's office. He peered down slightly and saw a mounted Medi-Gun. The Medic rolled up to him on an office chair.
''How iz my patient feeling?'' Medic grinned, turning the Medi-Gun off.
''Just great, doc... What now?'' The Medic suddenly got a very smug grin.
''Now? Heheh... Now we go practice medicine.'' The two quickly geared up fully with their weapons, looking at eachother and nodding, heading out next to eachother. They both stopped as they saw their last capture point turning blue, and the BLU mercs running torwards them.
''... RUN, MEDIC! RUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUN!'' Scout turned on his heel and sprinted into the conference room, sliding under the big round table. It's not being a coward if it's for survival's sake.
The room had a silent buzzing noise from the large TV-monitors. The Administrator stared at it, not giving any sign of emotion. She merely sighed dissapointed and pushed the button, to angrily scold at the losing team.
She made a throathy sounding scoff and rubbed her wrinkled forhead. "Miss Paulings, just look at that idiot of a soldier..." The Admin gestured at the monitor with the BLU Soldier accidentally shooting himself to bits.
Miss Paulings snapped out of her unbreakable stare at the monitor showing the BLU Scout.
"Uh? .. Oh! Indeed!" she stuttered and bit her lip, scared if anything gave her away.
The Administrator frowned deeply.
From the corner of her eyes, Paulings looked at the frowning figure back at the monitor.
She didn't dare to move.
The Administrator looked at her ticking watch and leaned over to the microphone again.
"5 minutes left."
Her voice held a deep dark timbre, sounding angry. The Admin caught Paulings unbreakable stare at the BLU lean man, getting squashed against a concrete wall.
The little sublte twitch in Paulings' lower eyelid made the Admin arch an eyebrow and a low suspicion rose in her lower stomache.
"Tell me, Paulings. How has the BLU Scout done it so far."
Paulings' skin jolted at the sudden outspoke from the Administrator.
"Well..." She started, trying to find the right words. "I find that he has a better mood to... 'work' then a few weeks earlier. I'd say he's doing good so far." Paulings swallowed a hard lump, stuck in her troath and didn't dare to meet the gaze of The Administrator.
"Mhm." She heard The Admin hum. "You could say he has Motivation." Paulings nodded in silent agreement.
"Motivation like... I don't know? A new Girlfriend?"
These words made Miss Paulings's breath stock and felt like imaginary sweat shoot out her skin.
The Administrator lit a cigarette, not showing any suspicion towards Paulings.
"I'd say you could do some research on that matter, Miss Paulings."
Her dark timbre-like voice ordered her.
Miss Paulings nodded softly, turning around. She felt her knees shift from her joints and her legs were all wobbly and unsteady. She made it out of The Admin's office without tripping or fainting, but nearly collapsed outside the office.
AN: Hey guys, it's Chris here. I wrote most of the chapter, due to our residant female author got writer's block. I'M NOT GUILTY THIS TIME OKAY!
So, we (I) wrote this in a couple of hours this evening. It's not great, but we didn't have much time during the weekend. Phebe was busy cosplaying her ass off and I was.. Well, I was kindof watching scouting FJ's NSFW section. Hoo well.
We (I) thought you guys needed abit more blood (not like the last chapter), so here you go. Some fighting and characterbonding.
Now, question of the week, what do you think André is after? Leave all your interesting answers in the comment section. Below.
(Yes, I just ripped off RWJ's only likeable sentence ever.)
Peace.