The Spy slowly paced back in forth in a spacious yet cluttered room when the doors opened. A stream of light hit the Spy's suit, as a man in a white coat walked in. He sat at his desk while looking at the Spy.
"Well?" He asked.
The spy sighed." Doctor, we need to z'ave a z'iscussion about ze Pyro."
"Well, what do you want to say?" The Medic responded, disinterested in the conversation.
"Ever since ze Sniper's death, z'omething's z'eemed...Off, about him." The Spy told the bored Doctor.
" Yes and ve v'all have v'een disturbed by ve sudden lack of v'our teammate." He replied.
"Yes, but you know ze Pyro. He always z'eems on edge, about to z'have a complete mental breakdown. I think this might've v'een the turning point. Ze Sniper was his only friend, except maybe ze Engineer. But the murder of him, dear god, do you know the possibilities of this? The entire area could lit z'up in flames if the Pyro snaps. Z'at means the death of z'you, me, ze entire team! All our progress and effort burnt to ashes, because of ze death of ze Sniper."
The Medic pondered this, thinking about the consequences. The Spy was right, Pyro could easily snap and destroy the whole area! But he was his teammate, and shouldn't that mean something!? He thought about this, as he sipped from a white mug. A small dove landed on the Medic's shoulder, as he began gently stroking it. He finally came to a conclusion to this situation. "We need to do something. FAST."