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The Scout trotted past the mess hall, his bat swinging out at his side as he glanced up and down the hall ahead of him.
He'd passed this room from another direction earlier, but now he decided to go inside as his sneakers screeched again the floor and brought him to a full stop. Adjusting his hat, he shouldered the door open and briskly stepped inside.
A precursory examination proved the room to be empty, but the sound of something falling in the kitchen area forced him to stop in the center of the cafeteria and tighten his grip on the bat as he slowly began to approach with his head down. His free hand flexed, fingers curling and relaxing as he stepped up to the doorway..
He could hear more sounds inside -- a slam, a muffled yell. A metallic sound rang out, the sound of a frying pan most likely. This was it, he had to get in there and see what was going on.
Bolstering his confidence, he threw himself around the corner with his bat drawn.
"Mm--mmph!" protested a Pyro, his back hitting the floor as the Red Sniper stepped over him with the pan in hand. The Scout wasn't fast enough to get to the pair before the Sniper delivered a lethal blow to the Pyro's masked head.
"The FUCK's goin' on in here, man?!" the Scout yelled, running up to the two of them and staring harshly at the Sniper while his eyes demanded answers to what he'd just witnessed. The Sniper didn't seem very impressed, merely backing off from the man's body as beads of red began to drip through the filters of his gasmask.
"Don't be fooled, Scout. 'E isn't one've ours."
"The fuck he isn't man, look he--"
"It's awl'right, Scout.. Look, he's turnin' Blu, mate," the Sniper insisted, edging subtly closer to the boy and pointing at the fallen man.
Without thinking twice, the Scout placed his bat up on his shoulder and looked down to see if that was indeed the case. Unfortunately, that moment of distraction prevented him from seeing the Sniper lift that frying pan again and begin to swiftly send it for the side of his head. His peripheral vision kicked in however, eyes widening as he swore loudly and tried to throw himself out of the way.
It wasn't enough.
The cold metal caught him on the jaw, sending him slamming into the refrigerator where he staggered and then stumbled before his chin smacked the floor. Dazed but not dead, he murmured as the Sniper dropped the pan onto the floor and stepped over him. His vision spun around, jaw twitching as he groped feebly at the floor and felt himself slip out of consciousness.
Smiling to himself, the Sniper grabbed his rifle from one of the mess hall tables and placed a hand to his wrist.
In mere moments he felt himself turning invisible, the Spytron3000 he'd pilfered from one of the absent Red Spy's rooms wearing down and transforming him from the Red Sniper back into his true identity.. that of a Blu and now see-through Spy.
It hadn't taken much to break in..
A bit of hacking into the base's Alarm-o-tron, a bit of tweaking to the metallic strip of his stolen key card.. He carried a skeleton key on his person now, no doors able to bar him save for those which he could simply pick the locks on.
The Sniper's room had been among them, the man's stolen weapon slung up over one shoulder as he smirked and peered around for a ventilation shaft to sleep in for the night. Ah.. his cloak was beginning to wear down, not that he minded as he simply reached to his other wrist to activate his second Cloak & Dagger. It was cheating, really, to be cloaked for twice as long as his colleagues.. But one man against an entire enemy team?
That wasn't really fair either, the way he saw it.
As his rapidly-decloaking shoes disappeared up into a vent, he sighed, smiled, and pushed the grate closed behind him. This one appeared to be snap-shut, a flawless design for one planning to sneak through unnoticed like himself. He knew he could sleep soundly on the fact that his stationary posturing would result in an indefinite cloak. Even if he were found, he would not be discovered. And what's more? He knew the Sniper wouldn't be hunting him for much longer..
-Hawhawhaw..-
He grinned as he rounded a dark corner of the vents and cozied himself up with his head down on his rolled-up suit jacket. -Ah, Monsieur.. You thought me to be incompetent.. wait until tomorrow when zhey discover your ulterior motives..- His grin could not leave him even as his eyes closed, his gloved hands curled gently over the Aussie's sniper rifle as a cool, venting breeze passed over him and lulled the Spy to sleep.
The Red Sniper finally returned to his room, too worn with stress to take stock of anything but his bed as he sheathed his Kukri, dropped down on the mattress and slept just like that. He knew if he was going to find the Spy tonight, it would have happened already. The man had to have been sleeping in safety somewhere and a new day meant a new round of looking for him. But now? Now he needed rest in order to prep him for the intensive manhunt. He could go to the Spies tomorrow and ask for a floor plan. Maybe they would let him check the restricted areas too?
All in good time, as the Tentaspy might say..
And time passed swiftly after the Australian shut his eyes. Troubled sleep carried him through to the morning after, waking him with a headache and a sense of disorientation he didn't quite understand as he heard loud banging on his door and rolled over to try and scramble to his feet. It took a hand to the wall to keep him upright as he tried to wipe his eyes, realized he was still wearing his glasses, and let loose an irritated growl. He felt his way along the wall, hastily stood upright to fix his hat, and fidgeted with the lock on his door.
The banging continued, followed by the very upset sound of a Demoman's voice, "Oopen up this door, Snipar! Oy've a bone to pick with yeh!"
"Oy'm roight here! Shut your bloody noise!" he yelled back as he ripped the door open and fixed the man on the other side with the nastiest scowl he'd worn since his last battle with the Blus. It turned to one of confusion as he noticed that the Demoman was not alone..
A good number of men were accompanying him and before he could even ask what was going on, the Demo reached in and grabbed him by the edges of his vest to throw him forcedly into the hall where a Heavy was waiting. Two Soldiers and a Spy entered his door room as the burly Russian captured the Sniper in his strong arms and held him in place. Eyes wide with surprise and anger, the Sniper cussed and struggled in his hold, "What in blazes is goin' awn here?!"
The Demoman was not forthcoming with information, but he took a swig from his scrumpy and looked up the hall toward a small crowd which had formed nearby. An Engineer, the brunette Scout, a Pyro or two.. Several classes were here, but the one that truly caught his eye was the Spy who stood nearest to the door.
He waited outside of it, peering in with placidly-narrowed eyes and a neutral expression as smoke drifted from the end of his cigarette. And though he wouldn't look at the Sniper, the Aussie recognized him as the man he had befriended early on.
"Spoy? Look, mate, at least tell me what's going on? Oy.. Oy just got up, what is this bullwarky?!?"
When the man didn't answer, he tried to move toward him only to have the Heavy's grip tighten to an uncomfortable degree.
The short Spy who had entered the room emerged with one of the Soldiers and met eyes with the Sniper's friend. He smirked in an unimpressed fashion. "It's here," he said, hand lifted to display a white paper envelope and a few hand-written notes before his eyes shifted to the Sniper and narrowed. "Bravo, Monsieur.. You had zhe best of us fooled."
Choking with rage, the Aussie glared at the man, "Wha.. Wot are you talking about? What is that?!"
The shorter Spy simpered and shook his head as he stepped past the Sniper's friend and barked off an order to have the Soldiers search the rest of his room. He then proceeded to head up the hallway, followed by a Pyro and the head Medic who the Sniper hadn't seen among the men before. The man left with the Spy, but not before staring icy death in his direction as he turned sharply and strode away..
Gaping after him, he didn't even notice the hazel-eyed Spy turning and approaching him as he pulled his cigarette from his mouth.
The Sniper looked back toward the room with an utterly baffled expression only to meet the Spy head-on and cough with surprise as the man exhaled a lungful of smoke directly into his face. "S-Spy? Talk to me. What's going on? What's there?"
Staring at the Aussie with an unreadable expression, the Spy did not speak at first.
In fact, it was only after he took another long drag of his cigarette that he said anything at all, "Where is your rifle.. ..Monsieur Sniper?"
"What.. It's in my room, mate. There or with me -- like aw'lways. Go look!" he spat.
Pressing the cigarette between his lips, the Spy turned to glance inside. The Soldiers there looked at him, shaking their heads. He only lifted his eyebrows, smiling sweetly as he turned back toward the Sniper and tilted his head.
Clearly shaken by this early intrusion and subsequently brutal treatment, the Sniper tried to read the man's expression. "Spoy.." he breathed uneasily. The Red Spy reeled back his fist and punched him with a speed far quicker than he had any idea the Frenchman possessed.
"GRAAGH!"
Wheezing, the Sniper clenched his jaw and pinched his eyes shut as he lowered his head and slowly opened them back up to try and look at the Spy. He blew another cloud of smoke at him, sure to aim for the eyes as his glasses slid down the bridge of his nose. Squinting from the heat, he coughed subtly and met him with an angry glare.
"We zhought you were one of us, mon Ami," said the Spy. He was attempting to sound scornful, but the Sniper could swear he heard a twinge of pain in the man's voice.
"Oy am.."
"You are~" the Spy mocked, clapping his hands sarcastically and grinning as his cigarette tipped upward, "You would like us to believe zhat, would you not?"
The Sniper looked for clues, but it didn't seem like any would be coming, "Oy've no.. no idea what is going on here. Oy dunno what you think I did.." he shook his head in disbelief, "I don't know what it is -- look, you've got the wrong idea, whatever it is, mate."
"Hawhaw.. Ah oui.. We are all your mates.." another round of smoke burned the Sniper's nostrils, a pained snort clearing them as the Spy continued, "You are quite an actor, you know? Eet eez a shame you did not become a Spy yourself -- you would have been razher good. ..of course you would still be on zheir side, wouldn't you?"
The smile on the Red Spy's face was as fake as possible, anger burning in those hazel eyes which seemed to turn gold with fury as he lifted them to the Heavy and then panned them to those watching, "Bring him to zhe holding cell. Jhentlemen? Nice work.."
Jaw agape, the Sniper watched as the Spy turned on his heel and strode away as he adjusted his tie.
"I can't believe th.. Spy? Spoy!"
The Heavy started to move, dragging the spindly Sniper along with him. His efforts to resist and chase after the masked man ended in failure as one of the Soldier's moved up to him and jammed the butt of his shotgun harshly into his stomach. He was too dazed to pay attention after that, faces and voices rushing over him as he felt himself being slung over the Heavy's broad shoulder and carted off like garbage.
"Is sad day for Red team," he heard the big man grumble.
The room became marked off for investigation, warning tape crossing the door as most of the crowd dissipated. Among them was a familiar face -- the young mint-eyed Medic who attempted to keep his calm as he walked from the area.. When no one was looking, however, he took a detour and headed for one of the hangar doors. No one was there save for a Sentry which whipped in his direction but failed to fire.
After recovering his nerves, he pushed up the heavy door and stepped outside as he took off running toward the Tentaspy's pond.
The Blu Spy smiled and smoked a stolen cigarette as he lowered himself from a ventilation shaft and dropped down into one of the decrepit storage rooms of the Blu team. It was barren of materials, he noticed. No doubt the Reds had moved it to their own grounds and ceased paying attention to the area.
That couldn't have been more perfect.
He'd had front-row seats to the capture of the Sniper, his disguise as a Pyro flawless due to the class's concealing masks though he could count a myriad of ways he could have infiltrated and observed.. The Reds -- pathetic how easily they could be trailed and manipulated. A bit of intel, a bit of forged handwriting, a few misplaced belongings.. That was all it took to pin the Sniper as his accomplice. Knowing a bit of the man's history helped him greatly as well to pull the entire thing off as a gigantic and convincing plan to infiltrate the Red base. No one would trust the sharpshooter now -- not after missing intel papers had been found in the Sniper's desk.. not after they discovered those 'legitimate' correspondences between himself and the Aussie bragging about the success of their plan.
The Spy strolled freely through the empty Blu base, laughter echoing down its hollow halls as he caught the sun through a nearby window and blew a mouthful of smoke up at the sky.
