"Vhat do ve do? Do ve split up or do ve stick together, split up, stick together, spli-" Medic groaned into his palms.
"Doc, look, don' worry," Sniper said, grabbing his teammates arm. "Let's focus on gettin' Madeline out of 'ere." Sniper took off down a random hall, draggin Medic along. The two stopped every intersection, looking at signs, pointing them into the right direction.
They noticed a pair of navy blue metal doors at the end of a hallway.
"That's where she is, I bet!" Sniper pointed out. He sprinted towards the doors, Medic close behind him. The two adult men struggled to force the handles to budge, and once the lever-style handle was pushed down all the way, Sniper held on while Medic wrapped his arms around the Sniper's long torso, and helped pull.
"God, dammit, why's th' door so heavy?" He groaned through his teeth, as the metal door creaked open. This door would be like ripping plastic to the Heavy Weapons, and sadly, Sniper wasn't a Heavy Weapons.
"Ja, stop! Zhe door is open enough!" Medic said, letting go of his BLU teammate, and sliding sideways through to door, to which Sniper followed suit, into the dark, dome room.
Unlike the rest of the building, this room just reeked of something rotten, and it didn't take long to figure out why. Sniper covered the lower half of his face with his hat, and Medic's hands glued themselves to his mouth and nose.
"Vhut us zhut SHMULL?" Medic said nasally, and mouth-covered.
"I think it's dead bodies, Doc'." Sniper told him.
"W-who's there? Let me out, please!" pleased a voice.
"Madeline!" The two noticed her, tied up in a chair before a tank filled with murky water. Sniper untied her, as Medic calmed her down. Her hair was a mess, blood caked her bangs into clumps, the glass in her frames were cracked, blood smudged on them, and small circles in thick strips were all over her uniform. "Madeline, vhat is all zhis on you?" The same circles marked her face, spots of dried blood making up the circlets.
"Medic? Sniper? Help, we've got to help Rousseau, t-they did something to him a-and-"
"Well, well, well!" Boomed an excited, yet still haggard old voice over speakers. "It seems the Sniper reached the girl first! Medic, you've failed!"
Three doors open, and two men from each poured out, decked in riot cop armor, colored company colors, and surrounded the Medic before anyone knew what had started.
"No! Medic, MEDIC!" Madeline shrieked.
"Herr Sniper! Get Madeline out! Bitte!" Medic yelled, hand waving over the crowd of men. "Get Rousseau und Madeline out, by any means necessary!" Sniper heard, and managed to grab Madeline before she charged headfirst into the company men.
"No! Medic! We'll help you too! Don't worry! Please!" Madeline kicked and struggled against Sniper. "Sniper! Let go! We have to-! we have to-!"
"Madeline, 'e's gone," Sniper let go as a quieted Medic dissapeared behind doors. "...'E's gone."
Madeline let her shrieks and sobs echo the building. Sniper approached quickly yet cautiously.
"Medic...Madeline, we need t' get Rousseau, and get th' hell outta 'ere." He said, grabbing her shoulder. "C'mon, up an' attit. Where's Rousseau?"
She sniffled, before pointing to the murky tank she was restrained in front of. Sniper walked up to it, and put his hands on the glass, peering inside. "Sniper? I-I w-"
Sniper jumped back, startled as Rousseau appeared out of nowhere, tentacles and hands pressed against the glass, clawing at it. Sniper grabbed his hat back away from the tank with fingertips, slowly plopping it back onto his head.
"Madeline, ya' wanna save that crazy thing?" He yelped.
"No, no, Sniper, these, these other BLU Medics came in," She spoke quickly. "-"
"Madeline, mile a minute; cool it."
"Medics came in. They injected him with, with something! And it's like he's, I don't know, feral!" She said, breathing. "He acts like he doesn't know me.
Sniper chuckled nervously, eyes open wide. "Ehe, uh, yeah, sweet cakes? I love ya' that yer' so sweet, but I am not sticking anything near that thing!"
"Then we'll get him out of the tank!" Madeline proposed, weakly pulling herself off the floor, and rummaged through the several tables near the tank, all the while, Rousseau followed her, eyes like a hungry shark. "Ha, got it! She shifted back out from under a white table, sliding a box out, with a black label on the side. "Sniper!"
He ran over to her. "I told ya' I don't think it's a good idea t- ...Those are Mann Co. weapons."
"Exactly; BLU orders them from Mann Co., then they're sent to the bases." She grinned as she pulled out a rocket launcher, a weapon made for the Soldier class.
"Uh uh! Naw!" Sniper pushed the explosive weapon back into the box. "We are not firin' that!"
"Of course not 'we', Sniper," She said, grinning. "This is a one-woman weapon." She turned and firing a rocket at the opposite end of the tank the Spy Rousseau lurked at.
"you foolish girl," chuckled a voice on the speakers. "This is why I allowed women into the company; everything that has ensued has caused chaos. I expected conflicts and mercenary distraction, and this, haha, this is what I get!"
With shattered glass and water everywhere, Sniper grabbed Madeline by the shoulders, causing her to drop the launcher. "Woman are you insane? Whot th' HELL is wrong with ya'? Now that, that THING is goin' t' EAT US."
He watched a smile spread itself on her face.
Sniper looked away as he heard snarling. The Spy, palms flat on the floor, was panting and baring sharp teeth. He hunched his shoulders, before pushing his way to the duo.
"M-Madeline, he's coming for us!" Sniper said. She grabbed his hands, and dropped them.
"It's okay, Sniper." She continued smiling, before turning towards the tentacled spy charging at her.
"Madeline, whot th' hell are ya' doin'? That, that thing is dangerous!" Sniper hissed. But to his heavy disappointment, she simply opened her arms.
"Rousseau," She said.
"Madeline don't you just stand there an-" Too late. The Spy lunged, tentacles wrapping quickly around her legs, and he bit into her arm.
"M-Madeline..?" Sniper watched as blood gushed from the corner of Spy's mouth, soaking her sleeve.
"It's okay, Sniper," She sighed. "It doesn't hurt so bad, now that it's over."
"Whot do ya' mean 'over'? He ain't done chewin' on ya'!" As Sniper approached, Rousseau glared up at him, and growled.
"Rousseau," Madeline sighed a sigh twinged with pain. "Rousseau, it's me, Madeline." She rubbed his shoulder with the hand opposide of her wounded arm, inciting more growls, and he clenched harder.
"Madeline, I'm going to blast that thing's brains out with a gun, I'll be back." Sniper backed away, heading back towards the Mann Co. crate.
"Don't worry Rousseau," Madeline cooed. "Don't you worry."
"Madeline, you've gone bonkers." She looked up at him, through her bloodstained glasses. "Absolutely bonkers." He loaded ammo into a small handgun he had found in the crate. Madeline turned her head and stroked Rousseau's cheek.
"Remember the first thing I brought you to eat?" She chuckled. "It was sausages; after one bite, you swallowed the rest whole. And the scouts, you remember them? You remember playing catch with the boys, right?"
Sniper shook. She risked her life to get dragged into BLU HQ just to find out if this monster of a man was still alive. She then risked her life using an out-of-class rocket launcher to shook a tank, and let the man inside crawl to her and bite deeply.
And now she's sitting there, reminiscing with it, and cooing at it as if it's a kitten.
"Remember Pyro? He'd always give you a cookie at midnight." She giggled. "You didn't like the ones with rasins, you liked chocolate chip."
"Madeline, I don't think we-" Sniper stopped himself. "Madeline. Whot we need t' do is get th' hell outta here."
"Drugs only last so long." She said, in a euphoric tone. "I-I've bled alot."
"Madeline, we need t' get out. Maybe we can strike a deal with the boss here an-"
"With what, Sniper?" She said, keeping a hapy tone to keep Rousseau relaxed, and he noticed she even started to slightly rock. "I gave them the last papers of his file just to see him, we have nothing to give."