"Well, what are you doing? Get out of my building, and go back to your base, the two of you."

Madeline looked up. "I'm not leaving this building without Rousseau, ma'am." She looked around, the voice echoed in the dome room. "I'm sorry, I can't come this far to just leave him, ma'am."

"Yer' a crazy bitch, lady!" Sniper yelled. "Talkin' over a radio, controllin' everything from afar, from machines to human beings!"

"I'm not a lady of time;" The old voice spat. "And you have nothing to bargain with."

"Yer' wrong!" Sniper yelled, voice echoing back to him faintly. "We 'ave one thing left."

Madeline groaned from her wound, which the tentaspy Rousseau still had his teeth into. Through the ripped fabric, the punctures had started to swell. "Oh, Rousseau..."

"My life. I'll bargain my life."

Madeline's mind came back to Earth for a second. "Sniper, I don't want you dead, too, y-"

"Madeline, Medic said to get ya' out; by any. Means. Necessary." He reminded her. "Ma'am, You did somethin' to Rousseau. Fix it, and..." He paused. "And, I'll stay, in his place."

"You imbiciles just do not understand." The voice said. "There is a reason why lovesick medic and her little pet are here."

"Then tell me why!" Madeline growled, trying to avoid yelling, with Rousseau tightening his tentacles around her legs and teeth reaching bone.

"It is a program that was supposed to stay a company secret; it got out. RED had gotten ahold of the information, and threatened to release said information. Once I was sure the files were in BLU's hands, it dissapeared." Madeline paused, thinking. She knew who caused the file to become lost. Spy. He's the reason anything got out in the first place, so claimed the boss.

"And I have been tracking these papers down for years, you see. And the last, oh-so-ever important pages were given to me, in the hopes that this lovesick puppy of a mercenary would get her sweet Spy back. I won't have it! I had this program run so more chaos would happen, on the battlefield of bases by water! He is my Spy, my mercenary, I own him, just like how I own you."

A silent pause. A sharp inhale from Madeline broke the tension, with a slight "Ahh" followed. Rousseau let go, tentacles tightening around her, while blood dribbled out, resoaking her sleeve.

Rousseau jerked as a door opened, light spilling in. One man walked in, and tossed a box, and it landed by Sniper's boot. "Courtesy of the boss."

Sniper sat on his knees, grabbing the box. Inside was a single syringe, a pale orange substance inside. Judging from the bubbles by tilting the box, it was a thick gelatinous substance. "Madeline?" She looked up, and her face turned from Sniper to the syringe. "That's for Rousseau, innit?"

"You do it; I have to hold him."

"Madeline, ya've bled enough, let me j-"

"No, Sniper."

Sniper groaned at her demands, but followed her instructions. Madeline wrapped her arms around Rousseau, struggling against her, and Sniper managed to get the needle into the crook of his arm, and he pushed on the plunger as quick as it would go.

"Did-did it work?" Sniper looked over Rousseau. It took a few minutes for any effects to show, but they did.

"It did, he's letting go, his tentacles are getting loose." Madeline said, still holding onto him like a teddy bear. After shaking, Rousseau collasped, head in her lap. "He's going to be too heavy to move, Rousseau?" She shook his shoulder, with her non-wounded arm. He stirred.

"M-Madeline? J'ai peur, j'ai peur..." He mumbled weakly.

"Whot's he sayin'?" Sniper asked, lifting the grumbling spy's torso off Madeline.

"I don't know, it's french." Madeline replied. "Rousseau?"

"Muh...mmh, mh...M-Madeline?" He sighed.

"Rousseau, c'mon mate, we gotta go." Sniper headed for the door.

"M-Madeline?" Rousseau mumbled, tentacles twitching.

"Rousseau, it's okay, we're getting out of here."

The trio headed towards the door, voices bouncing off the walls, when a metal creaking echoed over them.