"Madeline? Madeline!" Yelled Medic. Nearly everyone was eating breakfast together, and Medic had barraged them with questions, nearly in a Soldier-like manner, wondering where the girl had went.
"Yo', would'ya STOP YELLIN', mah ears bleed enough when ol' Soldier's 'round!" Scout said, with a mouthful of cereal.
"Scout, Frau Madeline has been missing for two days now!" He sighed, covering his face. "Vhere could she be?"
"Whot, ya've been lookin' for 'er, still?" Sniper mumbled, picking at his plate of food. "I think she left."
Medic's head snapped towards the Sniper, who didn't look up back at him. "Vhat makes you zhink zhat frau Madeline has left?"
"Heard her talkin' to that tiny senty she got," He said, pausing to take a bite. "She left me in th' middle of th' 'allway, I saw 'er turn out th' back doors where stuff from th' train comes through."
It wasn't even half a minute before Medic had Sniper pinned to the wall, hands on his shoulders. "VHERE IS SHE?"
"Look mate, I don't know anythin' about it!"
"TELL ME EVERYZHING YOU DO KNOW." Medic's yelling had halted all conversation at the table.
"Look, doc'," Sniper said, hands up. "I heard 'er say she missed some guy, something about 'aving t' know. Offered my help, an' she went an' turned me down 'n left." Medic slowly stopped his glaring, and dropped Sniper.
"Oh, nein..." He sighed. Medic held his face in his gloved hands, and breathed deep, calming down. "How could she?"
"Whot's she gone 'n done, exactly?" Sniper asked.
"I have a feeling she has gone to BLU headquarters." He said. After a minute or two, Medic looked back at Sniper. "You vere pulled into this Spy mess, ja? Come vith me."
"I don' believe this tripe for a second!"
"Vhy else vould ve even have a tank, ja?"
"An octo-spoy? Really? c'mon, Doc'. Really."
Medic had explained everything to Sniper, after warning him that BLU would now most likely come after them both.
"Sniper, I am telling you zhe truth!" Medic proclaimed. "Und now zhe company is going to deport us, or vorse."
"Then why are ya' tellin' me all this, doc'?" Sniper asked, leaning on the concrete wall. "You're gettin' yourself deported, with Madeline gone, you're this teams' last medic!"
"I am telling you because you have been involved in zhis before;" He answered, adjusting his glasses. "You have known Madeline longer, und you were zhe last to see her."
"...But yer gonna get yourself deported." Sniper repeated.
"I don't care." Medic said, sharply, before continuing in a calmer tone. "She has managed to stay so kind, I vould do anyzhing for her. Let BLU come, let zhem take us! If Madeline is at BLU HQ, zhen ve should find her zhere."
"Roit, well, since I'm gonna be takin' off wit' ya', I'm up for helpin' ya'." Sniper grinned. "How long does BLU take t' show their ugly mugs 'ere?"
"Only a few days." Medic answered him.
"Seems BLU really likes anyone t'do wit' this file, eh?" Sniper groaned. His arms were tied tight together behind his back, and the Medic had been handcuffed.
"Oh, you should have seen how zhey took ...another comrade." Medic said. "Zhey tranquilized him, und no part of him was not tied off or down."
"Damn, so we got it easy, ya' sayin'?" Sniper asked, to which Medic just nodded.
"Right, even though this is only your first offense, doctor, this happens to be a severe case, in which you caused this man a second serious offense." The blue tuxedoed man explain. "You both are going straight to the headquarters."
"An' wot's gonna 'appen there?" Sniper asked, when another man helped him off the bench, not letting go of his ropes.
"Most mercenaries who end up having to go to HQ usually never leave the building." The man replied. "Let's go." The two men led the mercenaries into the back of a white van, and they drove off through the desert.
Sniper motioned with his head at Medic, and the two leaned towards the cab, listening.
"Why is BLU giving the company such a hard time? Has there ever been so many deportation cases in any other year? Decade, even?"
"This generation is going to Hell; BLU keeps recruiting younger and younger people. You know they let women in now? Ahh, soon enough they're going to hire kids under twenty-five for every class."
"Tchh, that'll be the day."
"At least we're not doing their jobs. Can you imagine? Being one of those nuts?"
Medic and Sniper scowled at the mens' comments on their team; They worked for the same company as them. Hell, they were definitely paid much more, their yearly salary is what most of the classes made in half that time.
After a long span of time, the double-doors of the van opened. The two had fallen asleep, it was morning now. The taller of the two men grabbed Sniper by his bonds, and carelessly let him drop to the ground.
"Augh! Ya'd think a priss of a man would take more care of a "nut" who's killed more men than 'e'd ever even know!" Sniper groaned at the pain radiating up his back, as Medic was pulled out the same way, only he could see it coming; he managed to land on his knees, rather than his backside.
"Oh my..." Medic gasped at the giant gray building, with the BLU logo on the glass doors, while the man who let Sniper drop to the ground helped back up.
"Right, inside. Now." The other man said, and each man took a mercenary to push into the building. The first thing Sniper noticed was how clean the building smelled. It wasn't a kind type of clean, but one you'd find in an obsessors' home. It was like the floors were made of bleach and cleaners.
Eventually, after failing to keep track of the turns and room numbers they saw, the two were untied and uncuffed, and locked into one room, '409' painted on the frosted glass window with blue paint.
"Well, it's a nice room, at least," Sniper admitted. "Bit cramped though, innit?"
"Can you explain why you two are here?" Yelled a haggardly voice over a radio. The two looked around, there weren't any speakers, it was an empty room. "Yes, you imbeciles, I am talking to you two. Explain yourselves!"
"Hey, lady," Sniper said, hand on his hat. "We're not children."
"No, you're worse," Sighed the voice. They could tell it was a woman, but either she smoked four packs a day, or she was seriously old. "You're children with weapons that work for me!"
"Ma'am," Medic said, fiddling with his fingers. "We got ourselves in trouble in order to find out where the oth-"
"That little lovesick bird of a medic?" The voice finished for him. "It was so cute it was disgusting, I nearly threw up my lunch."
"Vha-vhere is she?" Medic yelled, angered.
"Rousseau! Where's Rousseau! He better not be hurt!" Madeline's voice was heard over the speakers, followed by the sound of a tape rewinding, and with a click of a button, "Rousseau! Where's Rousseau! He better not be hurt!"
"Madeline!" Medic gasped. "Vhere is she?"
The voice chuckled. "You have no weapons, no backup; you're the weakest of the bunch, and it's only you to together." The two heard a click in the brief silence. "The door is unlocked, but I propose a challenge."
"Challenge?" Sniper asked, looking around. "Loik wot? Whoever finds th' girl first gets whot, loik, a prize?"
"Sure, whoever finds that lovesick medic who won't shut up about that disfigured spy will get a prize," Said the voice, excitedly. "The prize will be that you won't die."