Madeline and Medic confused the rest of the team, both were worried and that was obvious to everyone, but neither would tell anyone why. Even the scouts and the Spy gave up trying to pry information from the two.

It ate at Madeline that if BLU workers showed up, something was going to happen. She couldn't get it out of her mind that someone was probably going to die.

"Madeline? What is wrong with jou?" Rousseau asked, hovering over her as she sat on the gray tiled floor, leaning her back on the glass. She gave him a depressed mumble. "Madeline, jou 'ave been acting zo funny! Please, tell me what is wrong, maybe I can 'elp?"

Medic peered from around the corner, and the two looked over, noticing him.

"M-Madeline?" Medic said, sweat dotting his face. "B-BLU just showed up!"

"Oh, God." Madeline bit her lip, mind racing. She thought maybe if they hid the tank, they wouldn't think Rousseau was around, but if they knew she found a plain folder, they knew Rousseau would be here. That, and a tank with gallons upon gallons of water in it didn't dissapear into thin air. Madeline grabbed one of the chairs littering the hallway, and climbed onto it next to the tank. "Rousseau,"

He surfaced, and she tightly wrapped her arms around him, and he floated there, confused even more by her.

"Whatever happens, Rousseau," She whispered. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry."

Rousseau put his hands on her shoulders, prying her off, and stared her in the face. "Madeline, what are jou talking ab-"

"Step away from the Spy, Ma'am." Said a stern, unknown voice. Both looked to see a dozen men in dark blue tuxedos spill into the hallway. "Step away from the Spy or forceful action will be taken, ma'am."

"What has he even done that was so bad for BLU?" She asked, arms spread. Rousseau knew it wouldn't work, but instinct told him to at least try to hide behind Madeline.

"Classified, please step away from the Spy, ma'am." The same man asked again.

"Why does BLU even want to move him?" She asked, anger showing vocally.

"Classified, now please step away from the Spy." He repeated. When she showed through her body language that she was refusing their order, two jumped her, and pinned her to the ground.

"Madeline! What are jou-" Rousseau was interrupted by the feeling of hands grabbing him by the wrist, and dragging his heavy body out of the tank. Madeline, pinned to the ground, could hear Rousseau yell in pain as his body was dragged up and over the edge of the glass.

"Let him go!" She yelled out, from underneath the two men pinning her down. She heard a wet splat! as Rousseau was dropped to the ground. "What are you doing to him!"

"We're here to take him to BLU HQ." One said out to her. "The rest is classified."

"Lâchez-moi!" Rousseau yelled. "Lâchez-moi!" Madeline was picked up off the ground by one of the tuxedo men, firmly held by the wrists behind her back. She felt strong twinges of pain shoot up her arm when she struggled.

"Rousseau! ROUSSEAU!"

"Madeline!"

"Someone, hold down the limbs! The limbs!"

"I want one man on every limb, including arms!

"Madeline! 'Elp me! 'Elp!"

"Rousseau! I can't-Rousseau!"

"Who has the tranquilizer? We need to knock this thing out if we're going to move him"

"Here, boss. Administer now, he's secured."

"Madel-Ow! Qui font mal! That... Tha-that...Made..."

"Rousseau!"