Klus hadn't intended for the Scout to find out about his arm. He honestly had only planned for Dell to see his red counterpart's handiwork. The mechanical limb fascinated the American as he inspected it while having the medic turn it for him when the boy had barged in the medical ward for some pain medication for his minor headache. the medic could remember clear as day, the horrified look on the youngest member of the team's face. Eventually, he had gotten over his internal shock to join the Engineer in examining it, poking the cold as he did so.
"So how does it work?" The boy questioned from his spot on the desk as he jabbed Klus's shoulder with his index finger. Flinching at the sudden sharp pain the action made on that side of his body. "I mean, it is fake, right?" Klus glared at the boy but said nothing; choosing to ignore Scout to the best of his ability. Dell snorted in good humor. "Yeah, it's fake." The Texan confirmed, twisting the limb gently. "I suspect it's connected to the nerves in his arms that send signals to his arm."
The boy blinked. "So his bones move at will?"
"Not necessarily." Piped in Klus, frowning in disinterest. "The bone itself does not move. There are things in your body where your joints are located, called ligaments." As he spoke, he twisted the limb in an odd angle. "They stretch and relax when you move your arm, tensing as you bend your body. The nerves send signals through the body and to the brain. They are also how you feel pain. Like incisions and such." as soon as he said that, Scout poked his shoulder where skin met metal. With a wince, he sneered at the boy. "Very much like the kind I will give you if you do not stop poking me." The threat rang clears as the youth raised his hands in surrender.
"Okay, okay! Geeze man. No need to go all psycho on me."
Dell laughed, looking at the scout. "Trust me boy." He began. "If you saw him mad, 'psycho' wouldn't cover it."
"You probably should be getting over there." Misha suggested as he tossed Klus the man's coat he had found earlier. the blue nodded as he finished belting up his pants in time to catch the coat. Throwing it on, he hobbled to his boots, feeling the sting in his ass from their earlier fun. Fun that felt ruined now by the explosion. It was all unnerving to know that if Mask hadn't of ran out of the base, making the medic follow her, he would have been in that mess and with it being cease fire, respawn was shut down for the day, meaning he would have died, permanently. He made quick work with putting on his boots, ignoring the pain as he bent down. Standing up slowly, he noticed that his lover had stood in front of him. Grabbing hold of the blue medic, Misha proceeded to give a gentle loving kiss to the smaller man's brow.
"Am sorry this was ruined." The giant apologized, looking to the ground ashamed. "Had hoped to make this best day for you." Humming, Klus smiled and placed a kiss to the heavy's strong jaw. "You did just that, liebe." The medic cooed. "It was not your fault that this happened." This did little to sooth his lover but Misha made no show of exposing how he felt. Instead, the larger man just threw on his own coat that was sitting neatly on the floor where he had dropped it. "Come," He began, looking at the blue with tender eyes. "There is back way. You're team needs you."
The trip there sapped his energy as he hobbled as quickly as he could to his team, who had started to head back in search of their medic. Della and Vasha looking more worried than anyone else while Trent ran through the rubble of the once medical ward, calling out for Klus as he lifted up chunks of concrete. His chest began to seize up from the cold as his breaths came out as soft puffs. It wasn't until he was at the edge of the blue territory did they spot him yet only three ran to him. Trent, Vasha, and Dell. Of course Scout ran to him as well but the boy was only truly following the female heavy who had scooped the medic in her arms and lifting him high off the grounds and grumbled words to him, along the lines of "How can I learn medicine if you die?!" in which Klus took as a sign that she had been panicking. Shortly after he was set down did two arms wrap around his waist from behind and lift him up in another hug, this time from the demoman.
He couldn't, for the life of him, make out anything the Scotsman said as Trent blabbered in his drunken language in which only he could decipher. Dell was the last to come up to him, choosing to scold him yet praising him for getting out before the place "blew to sky high" as the blonde put it. The rest had gone off, relieved that their healer was alive, scanning the rubble. Despite the pain, the medic found himself stepping through the rubble that he once called home, resting his hand on a partially standing up wall when he lost his balance, only to pull away to find a powdery substance on his hand. He could only stare at it in confusion as Vasha stepped up to him and grabbed his wrist in her large hand.
"What is it?" He asked, looking up at the heavy as she rubbed some of the powder in her fingers that she had taken from his hand. "Sulfate and gunpowder." She supplied. "Necessary things for a bomb." She looked at what was left of the wall that the powder had come from. "Where was this wall located?"
He blinked, confused by her question. "My bedroom." He answered. "Why?"
The hard look the woman had adopted on her face was as cold as stone as she stared down at the healer. "Was anyone else in here?" Vasha asked, not looking away from the man before her, fingers frozen where they stopped. By this time, Trent, Scout, and Dell had caught wind of this conversation as they began to crowed around the two, listening in intensely. He crossed his arms, thinking back to earlier.
"Only Dell." He responded, shifting his weight to his other foot. "He was installing a camera that I had requested a month ago." The reaction was instant as Trent spun on his heels, grabbing the front of Dell's coat and raising a fist, intending to punch him. The engineer, on the other hand, had gone pale as the snow that surrounded them, holding his hands in front of his face. "Ya bloody, bastard!" Bellowed the demoman, giving the Texan the nastiest look he could whilst drunk. "Ya tried ta keel medik!"
"No, no!" The smaller man cried, waving his hands and shaking his head negitavely frantically. "I didn't do it! Honest! The man's my friend! I wouldn't do that!" As this went on, Scout watched the scene, looking at the engineer with a smirk covering his features. "Geeze, hardhat. I know the doc's a bit looney but there's no reason ta off him." He chortled, loosing the humor as he gained a glare from the heavy.
"I didn't do it!" Dell pleaded, close to sobbing. "Please believe me!"
There was a scoff from Trent. "'Ow can anyehone believe yeh if ya pull a stunt like this?!" And he was just about to introduce Dell's face to his fist when Klus grabbed a hold of the demoman's arm, making the man look at him puzzled and Dell, relieved. "Trent, stop." Comanded the medic. "I doubt Dell would have the heart to do this. And as he said, he's my friend. I'd trust him with my life." The demoman let Dell go, but not without a glare in warning. Shivering, the America hid behind the medic.
There was a grumble as Scout joined the three with one arm scratching irritatedly on the back of his neck. "Which ya almost lost, doc." The youth pointed out before crossing his arms, scowling. "If Hardhat here's didn't do it then who did? Santa?"
"This was made for a small explosion." Vasha chimed in, making all four men standing there to turn and look at her in sync. While they had been busy with their scuffle, she had wondered around where the rest of the wall had been prier to the explosion and held up what looked to be a small broken box. She held it in her hands, turning it front to back, side to side. There was a sputter from someone behind Klus. "You call that a small explosion?! My room is the closest one to Medic's and that thing almost took it out!" of course it would be the Scout to complain. Vasha just stared at them blandly.
"See here?" She asked, pointing to the burnt and broken chunk that looked as if something forced it's way outside from the metal from the inside. "Is poorly made. Had been made correctly, entire base would be just like the medical ward." The silence that hung over them felt heavy. Each unable to move as their thoughts took them. This was a problem, that was for sure.
"So it wasn't just me they tried to kill." The words escaped his lips before he could stop them, finding that his shivering kept his mind off of the pain he felt. "So..." Trent's deep voice was wavering slightly. "Who deed it?"
"Vlad?" Klus questioned fearfully to the demo. As much as he hated the thought of the man, Vlad was still at large and very able to sneak in when someone wasn't watching. Engineer scoffed, no longer cowering behind the medic. "Vlad's dangerous alright, but the man couldn't put a cake recipe together, let alone a bomb." He then proceeded to pace, arms crossed with one hand to his chin in thought. "They were able to get in and out of the base. Possibly from the rafters under the floor where the water heater would be. Problem is, only I have the key, which I had lost. I had meant to get another one." the man stopped his pacing with a frown. "Damn it!" He cursed.
"Well, where'd ya lose it? Ya think that someone picked it up?" Scout questioned, resting his hands on the sides of his waist as he normally did when uneasy. The question caught Klus off guard. Considering the boy was normally rash, this question was awful calm and concerned. "Well." The Texan began, taking his helmet off to scratch the hair on his scalp. "Let's see. I had just finished fixing the heater last night, what with it being busted when we arrived. When I went to put the key in my breast pocket, not knowin' there was a hole in it. It must have fell out when I was ambling through the hallway from the showers to the ammo room."
"Tha' is in the middle of the base, lad." Trent pointed out, completely baffled at this. Dell nodded slowly to the man, shoving his hands in his pockets. "Yeah."
"That means..." Vasha paused, looking around cautiously.
"That it was an inside job." Klus finished, biting his lip.