"Madeline! MADELINE! YA' NEED T' OPEN THE DAMNED DOOR!"
The yelled put Madeline in a panic, and she rushed and threw open the door, where Sniper grabbed her by the shoulders.
"Madeline, I don't wanna scare ya', but BLU vans from corporate are comin' t' either deport ya' or kill ya' roight now." His voice shook. "Saw 'em through me scope, I know they're comin' for you."
"How do you know they're coming for me?" Madeline broke herself from his grip.
"Because ya' know about that damn Spoy!" he yelled. "I don't know why you're even lookin' at that information, I don't even know 'ow it got t' Viaduct, all I know is our Spoy is involved, 'e was the last one to mess with that file, an' then 'e was deported 'ere!"
"It's just information!" She said in a harsh tone.
"It's information they don't want you to 'ave!" Sniper sighed. "Spoy was roight though; it was covered up for a reason. Ya' need to stay. Out. Of it."
"Isn't it already too late, if they're coming for me?" Madeline's voice was breaking. She didn't want to have the ones signing her paychecks killing her.
"They're probably spare ya' if ya' give them all th' papers you have." Sniper rubbed the back of his neck. "Ya'll still prolly get deported, Madeline. Spy will too, bloody 'ell. I know the files are real, I'll prolly get fuckin' deported."
"Tell them you've never seen them!" Madeline suggested confidently. "You haven't seen them! Not one paper, I've kept them hidden, no one else kn-"
"Wot?" Sniper notcied her pause. She covered her mouth.
"...The Scout knows too." She shook. Tears formed in her eyes.
"Bloody fuckin' 'ell! Women can't keep their mouths shut, I swear!" He adjusted his hat and visors.
"I would have never dug into this if someone had told me it would get me killed!" That did it, a few tears slid down her cheeks, face red with frustration.
"Hey, fellar, ma'am," said a soft southern accent. They both looked out the doorway, open with the Engineer in nothing but a wifebeater and his boxers. "There's some men from BLU here, askin' for ya guys. What's goin' on here?"
Sniper left the room first, and Madeline, wiping her face, walked past the Engineer without looking at him.
Two men in dark blue tuxedos and dark sunglasses stood in the giant garage door, where supplies from the train came through.
"Yes, we're looking for your Sniper, Scout, Spy, and the youngest Medic," the one on the right said professionally.
The four stepped forward from the rest of the teammates.
"You have all seen or heard of certain...information," the left one said. "Information that was supposed to be exterminated from the Sawmills near Thunder Mountain." He glared at the Spy, who took a drag from his cigarrete. "What BLU higher-ups what to know is how that information is still existing, and how it made it to Viaduct, undetected."
"What can I say?" the Spy replied. "I am ze best of my kind."
"Do you want to tell us why you have that information, Spy?" The right one asked, in a demanding voice.
"Non," he replied, blowing out smoke. "Not particuarly, no." He grinned.
"Do you want to tell us how you managed to bring it with you to Viaduct?" he asked, becoming more angry.
Someone does not enjoy his job, Spy thought. "Non," he said to him. "What do you want me to do, tell everyone all my magic tricks, les trucs dans ma manche? Zhat would not be doing my job, monsieur!"
"Well, BLU has reason to believe you four are in possession of very dangerous information of something that no longer exists." The left man said.
"...WHAT?" Scout yelled. "Something that "no longer exists" ARE YOU KIDDIN' ME? If it doesn't exist anymore, what can we possibly do with it?"
A Spy able to work under the water, Madeline thought. They don't want this known. They don't want this out to the public. They don't want enemy hands ahold of this. She sighed. She knew their reasons, and they were legitimate reasons too.
And saying anything to defend her company's reason would condemn her to death.
"Alright, the Spy talked enough, all four of you, outside and get in the back of the van." The left man said.
"NU-UH MAN! ONLY HE TALKED! I DON'T KNOW NOTHIN'!" Scout yelled in defiance. The two men looked at eachother, and nodded, before tackling him. One helped the other who restrained him better whilst standing. The man holding the yelling and kicking Scout went out to the van.
"Does anyone else need to be tackled and cuffed before we get going?" One said, brushing dust off his blue suit.
"It's ok Madeline, I'm 'ere with ya'." Sniper said, walking her out, behind Spy, who went out with a smile. The one man who carried Scout out returned, walking by without even giving them a glace.
"You. Other mercenaries. Show me their rooms, their personal belongings go with them." The Medic and Heavy led him to the dorms, while the other stood at the end of the van, speaking to the group.
"We are driving to Well, and from there, I will be given commands to send each of you to a new BLU base, by train." He explained. Madeline watched as the other man packed crates of their stuff into his van.
Madeline was abruptly awoke by the stopping of the van, and the sounds of yelling and trains. She realized her head was on Sniper's shoulder, and her glasses were angled funny. She stretched before fixing them.
The double-doors at the end of the van opened, followed by "Get out of the van. We're on the BLU half of Well."
"BLU side?" Madeline asked. She remembered. This is where she boarded her train that took her to Viaduct.
They followed him and he pointed to a bench, while he picked up a payphone, and dropped a few coins through the slot.
"Mhmm yes, this is zero-zero-one. I have the four. Yes. Right. Platform D, right. 2:15? No, we missed it, sorry sir. Oh. That's right sir. Right away. Let the base know." He hung up the phone, as the other tuxedo man appeared, a dolly carrying all of their stuff. They brought out a second dolly, and 001 loaded the Spy's stuff onto the second one. "Take him to platform D."
Spy stood up, and faced Sniper, Scout, and Madeline. "Well, messieurs, madame, off I go, to my next adventure!" He grinned.
"How can you be happy, you're being deported against your will!" Madeline said, in a harsh tone.
"Only against my will if I fight it, madame!" They watched as he boarded the train. He found a windowed seat to watch them from. As the train pulled out, he waved from the window.
"Where is 'e goin'?" Sniper spoke up. Neither men replied. He hunched over himself. "I asked a God damned question!"
"It's classified." said one of the men. "That is all you need to know."
001 went back to the payphone, dropped in more change, and picked up the phone. After short two worded sentences on his part, he hung up. "Scout, you're next. Come with me, platform B."
Scout followed him begrudgingly, while the BLU worker pushed his stuff and loaded it onto the train. He took the handcuffs off the boy's wrists, and even helped him onto the train, or that's what it looked like to Madeline. Soon enough, Scout's train took off, in the opposite direction than Spy's train. before 001 could come back, the other man went to make the third phone call.
"I know how Spy got those papers into Viaduct, and in turn, lost them to RED." Madeline whispered to Sniper. He leaned in. "Notice that they didn't pat us down? Spy probably hid them in his suit."
"Shit. Spoy probably 'ad the papers in 'is suit this time, too." Sniper added. "I don't think they found the papers. They looked pretty flustered."
"Now the question is, which one of us is next?" She paused, as another blue colored train pulled into the station, jsut feet away from them. They both knew one or the other was going to leave any minute.
"Medic, you're up. Let's go." Her stuff was already on the cart. He lifted her stuff into the cargo, and then proceeded to help her into the train. "You know... I am a higher-up." He said. "I can get you out of the mercenary job, you know, get you into a better paying job, one more for a little women like you."
"Excuse me?" Madeline was appalled. "What was that?"
"I don't mean to offend but, are you really the type to be in the blood of the war? You should help push papers for land, not bodies." He grinned. "I can make it worth your while."
"I'd rather get shipped off like the livestock BLU treats its mercenaries as," she snarled. He threw her bag of more personal items into her lap, and he grumbled as he unboarded the train. She pulled down the window, she was lucky to get a seat where she could yell Sniper goodbye.
What she saw as she peered out the window was unexpected.
Sniper was holding onto his hat with one hand and slipped his rifle onto his shoulder as he chased after her train.
"Madeline! Jump!" He yelled. "You need to jump!" He waved franctically with his free arm.
She stuck her head fully out the window. "Sniper! The train is speeding up! Hurry!" She held out an arm. He waved at her.
"No! Jump! JUM-PUH!"
"Sniper! Grab on! Hurry! HURRY!"
Sniper attempted to get closer, the train was too loud to yell over. His fingertips brushed hers, but there was a failure to grasp, and he fell face-first into pavement. He tasted blood in his mouth, and he looked up to see the train had passed him.
"I... I wanted to sa-" He felt his face forced into the rough concrete, and more hands forced his wrists into cold handcuffs.
"Right. Let's not be difficult, I have permission to kill you, if I need to." Sniper felt more pressure on his head. "You're going so far north, buddy, you will never even see the word 'South' again. Hope you own a coat somewhere in your luggage." The BLU worker laughed, and the other man stood infront of the Sniper's face.
Madeline pulled herself back into the train, and wrapped her arms across her chest.
"I should've fought. I should've fought, I should've but I didn't! Why, why didn't I fight..?" She felt herself tearing up. "Spy took this as an adventure... Scout gave the men a hard time... Sniper fought off two men just to try and grab my hand." She stared at her hand, before thrusting it into the seat, and turning her head. She looked at her bad. "Oh gosh, I hope he put tissues in there..." She opened the bag, only to feel vibrating and hear a dim hum from inside, causing her to yelp and flinch away.
A blue-plated, dog-sized sentry forced the bag open, and scanned the area in 360 degrees before making a few beeps, and pulling itself out of the bag to jump into Madeline's lap.