I set my alarm to wake me at four O' clock in the morning, which is why I just got up out of bed. Luckily I shut off my alarm fast enough so that my teammates wouldn't give me an earful later. I have enough to deal with at the moment. I can't say I feel anything right now. When I fixed my bed, got dressed and equipped my weapons I felt almost mechanical. I've been like this ever since yesterday. But today, after I finish a personal errand, I'll be at peace. I won't blame myself for what happened. As I loaded my revolver with bullets I couldn't help but think of more than one thing. Had I really felt for the Scout in such a romantic way that I'd do this for him? I sat still on my bed, ceasing movement altogether from the thought.

I shook my head and closed the barrel of the gun. No, I'm just doing this because… I made him feel rejected before he died. Besides, he was the closest teammate I had around here. I holstered my weapon into my pocket and touched the handle of my door. That Sniper also broke what Soldier calls 'war rules'. Killing after cease-fire… The boy didn't even expect the shot…

I bolted through the door, wearing the blank expression I've had for almost two days. For once I didn't go to BLU's base through the sewers. For once, I went straight across the bridge. I disguised as the BLU Sniper himself just in case the other BLUs woke up as early as this. I remembered to carry my cloak and dagger with me to reduce the risk of being seen. I cloaked as I entered the enemy's territory.

I always kind of envied the BLU team for their more sanitized looking base. Ours looks like it came straight out of hillbilly hell. I digress; I've already found my way into BLUs quarters. Just like how ours is set up, they have a long hallway with multiple doors leading to rooms. I uncloaked and began to investigate. First, I noticed icons on the doors. We do not have these signs decorating our doors… The first door on the left had a picture of a missile. Soldier's room, I noted. First door on the right has a foot with wings on it, the Scout I killed the other day's room. It must be empty… Second door on the left has an icon of a bomb on it, Demoman's room. Second door on the right has a knife icon on it, Spy's room. Third door on the left has a picture of a wrench, Engineer's room. Third door on the right has the icon of the marker a Sniper rifle. I found myself actually grinning for the first time since last afternoon. I disguised as the Scout, RED Scout, and carefully entered the enemy Sniper's dorm.

The room smelled of urine and a musky man scent. I wanted to gag but refused. I stealthily sneaked over towards the Sniper's figure. His face was in the pillow and he was snoring. He seemed so relaxed and frankly, it infuriated me. Still disguised as my deceased comrade I grabbed the Sniper's shoulder roughly and squeezed. Sniper woke with a loud snort and abruptly turned his head towards me, quite groggy. He wasn't as tired as he thought after taking another glance at me, eyes showing terror and dread.

I wanted to cry as I heard myself imitate Scout's voice perfectly but figured that I needed to get a hold of myself. "You bastard." I glared at him with overpowering intensity, bending over his bed slightly. Venomous hatred seemed to seep from my mouth as I spoke. "What kind of low life are ya anyway? What ya did wasn't part of da war, it was murder." I snaked my hand towards his neck but he didn't move. He was still traumatized upon seeing me.

I gradually placed my other hand around his throat and began to tighten my grip. "Just tell me…" I hissed, now so close to the Sniper's face our noses almost touched. "Why did ya do it?"

Finally coming around the Sniper tried to gasp for the air that I was taking away from him. "The Spoi took me pal…" He coughed hoarsely.

I loosened my grip and eyed him curiously. "Ya have sum explainin' to do."

Sniper's expression hardened as he spoke. "Yer Spoi took me friend yesterday. He was our Scout and my closest pal in this here hellhole. She killed 'im an' I wonted revenge. At first me idea was ta kill the sheila an' get it ova wit. Then all of a sudden I see her and you talkin' on yer battlements during cease-fire. No matter the consequences I want that rotten wench to feel the same I do. I hope she suffers…" He finished while looking anywhere but in my eyes.

My right hand released Sniper's throat, formed a fist and then flew towards his jaw in less than one second. "You're a sick guy…" My disguise faded away. "'ou don't deserve to live."

"W-wot?" The Sniper exclaimed. I placed my hand firmly on the Sniper's throat while unsheathing my butterfly knife with the other. He couldn't make a sound from the force of my grip. I wouldn't want him to suffocate, now would I?

"So, 'ou think eet's a good idea to kill ozzers instead of your real target? 'ow disgusting." I parted my fingers to reveal a slab of my enemy's flesh. "And 'ere I waz thinking Snipers were proper enough to do zheir dirty work on zhe battlefield…" A sinister smile decorated my face as I lowered the blade onto the marksman's skin.

He struggled but I pinned him down by using my body. My legs crushed his and I managed to force the Sniper's hands underneath him. I can't even imagine the determination the BLU had when he gagged through my chokehold. "Wot…makes ya…any…better?"

I frowned at this but only pushed the blade harder against his neck as a reply. "That's just eet, mon cher ennemi." I prepared myself for the final blow by putting the blade on the side of his neck. Before I slit his throat I whispered into his ear mockingly. "I'm not."

"Where's the Spyress?" RED team's Soldier demanded more than asked his allies at the table where breakfast was being served.

"Don't ya 'member, pardner?" Engineer answered while chewing up the bacon in his mouth. "She's assasinatin' that Sniper."

The Demoman, instead of eating breakfast, drank his scrumpi and pounded it against the wooden surface. "Aye, the lass has changed since Scout's death."

"Let's just 'ope the sheila feels better after this." Sniper commented in concern.

The dining room's door opened suddenly. Everyone in the room stared at the newcomer nervously.

I felt a huge weight lift off my shoulders when I returned to my base. I feel better but different. It's strange but at least Scout can rest in peace, and so can I. When I got back into my room I saw on my alarm clock that there was thirty minutes left until battle. Surely BLU is stupid enough to think Sniper killed himself after I positioned his body with his kukri in his hand. I even added a slab of the bushman's blood on the knife for good measure.

I changed my clothes into less bloody ones and went to the dining room. I am slightly fatigued from getting up so early and my body aches for some reason. I could only imagine how tired I must look. I groggily entered the RED's dining room. My team at the table looked at me funny like I still had blood on me. I guess they're surprised they got to see me in the morning after all. I ignored this however and shuffled my way over to the kitchen cabinets on the far side of the room.

I pulled out a marble looking coffee mug when I heard Heavy's deep rumbling voice. "Leetle gurl look tired. Iz Spyress okay?"

I yawned and looked over my shoulder as I poured myself some of Sniper's coffee into my mug. "Just fine, comre." I took a seat between Medic and an empty chair. I rubbed my eyes with one hand and put my beverage down with the other.

"Ach, you look terrible." Medic gently noted, lowering his head down to mine to look at the bags under my eyes.

"Everyzhing iz just as I planned." I half smiled. "I made eet look like zhe BLU Sniper slit 'is throat."

"Gosh…" Engineer voiced what everyone else was expressing.

"Well wot 'appened, lassie?" Demoman pointed at me with his bottle after taking a huge chug of it.

I took a quick sip of my drink and sat back in my chair. "I killed a BLU Scout zhe ozzer day and apparently zhat Sniper waz best friends with 'im." I took another sip of my beverage. "I can't say I would not 'ave done zhe same thing as 'im, because I already 'ave…" I ended while looking down at the brown liquid in my cup.

Pyro elbowed Soldier to get his attention. "Bffph wfmph abmph hudda nmph Scmph?"

"Private, I have no idea what you just said and I don't think I like it so I suggest you shut you're commie piehole!" Soldier threatened the Pyro.

"Oi!" Sniper got up from his chair, almost spilling his coffee trying to set it down, and got between the two. "I think Pyro just asked 'bout the new Scout, roight mate?"

Pyro nodded its head excitedly, staring back at the crazed man across from it instead of Sniper.

Sniper back down as Soldier came into realization. "Oh, well, I don't know." He scratched his helmet. Sniper sat back down with a sigh and drank his coffee. "I think we get a new recruit tomorrow at 0600 hours."

Heavy scratched his head in confusion. Medic noticed this and cleared his throat. "Zhat vould be six O' clock in zhe morning, mein Freund."

"Thank you, Doktor." Heavy acknowledged as he chomped down his cereal.

I tried to ignore the comment on the new Scout and took a swig of my drink. Thankfully my body seemed to have regenerated from the high of caffeine as I am not as tired as I was before. My muscles still hurt though, but I've dealt with worse. I finally finished my coffee but felt the need for a cigarette. I casually took out my disguise kit and picked out a drag. As I put the nicotine stick to my lips and lit it with my lighter, my team, once again, stared at me.

"I don't recall ye bein' an addict, girly." Demoman stared at me with a worried expression.

I paused after putting my lighter away. "'ou are right. But things change and I guess after all zhis time of pretending to be ozzer smokers I finally gave in to zhe nicotine." Smoke escaped past my lips as I exhaled.

I noted my team's concern for me, not that they really did in the beginning, and got up to put my coffee mug in the sink. There was an awkward silence as I rinsed my cup out with water.

TEN MINUTES BEFORE BATTLE BEGINS

I put out my cigarette from under the faucet and threw it away. "I do believe 'ou gentlemen need to get prepared for today's brawl." I hesitated at the doorway before leaving. "And, s'il vous plait, don't worry about moi."

Today's battle went smoothly. However, we barely won since we lacked a Scout. Thankfully Heavy and Medic somehow cleared a path for me in the BLU base so I could steal the intelligence. No casualties today but Heavy suffered some minor bullet wounds and Sniper sprained his ankle trying to escape the enemy Soldier's rockets, but all went well otherwise. I threw my drag on the ground and put it out with my heel before entering RED base.

I decided to hit the showers, especially since I knew everyone else would be in the wreck room and celebrate like they always did when we've won. I entered the tiled room and unchanged in the corner. I neatly placed my clothes in my locker and went straight to the closest nozzle. I turned the handle and smiled as my muscles relaxed. But as I stood there under the warm water I couldn't help but think quietly to myself.

We didn't bury Scout. His body was taken away back to his home so his family could mourn for him. That's what happens to everyone who applies for work here. You die, you go home, family and friends cry for you, then you get buried or cremated. You're forgotten in a long line of people who take after you. Everyone's contract lasts five years and if you live long enough to fulfill that contract you're set for life when you get back home. It's almost like retirement where you get money for no work except more than that.

My eyebrows furrowed as I began to lather my hair with shampoo. I heard from Soldier that not many made it through five years. After all these decades of war only four people ever completed their end of the contract. He could only recall a Spy and a Medic though. The other two were too long ago to be remembered. He sounded pretty confident when he said he was going to be the fifth. I hope he is too.

I toweled myself off after my shower and got into my pajamas. I can't say I'm over Scout but I can rest easy tonight and feel comforted in knowing I had gotten my revenge.

It was getting late by the time I ate dinner and finished the story I tried to read the other day. I decided it was time for bed so I headed for my quarters. That is until I saw Sniper waiting for me in front of my door, arms folded across his chest while leaning against the frame. I kindly smiled at the marksman as a friendly greeting. "'ello, Sniper. What iz eet 'ou want? I was just 'eading to bed."

Sniper was indeed in his sleepwear too, except they just looked like worn out casual clothes to me. He bore a concerned air as he turned his head towards me. "'Evenin' Spoiress." He greeted. "I jus' wonted to talk wit ya."

I blinked. "Oui, of course… Let's take zhis conversation into my room." Sniper moved away from the door so I could open it for him. He muttered a 'thank you' as we both entered.

I sat on my bed and folded my hands on my lap after I entered the room. Sniper stood before me and looked uncertain or worried. "Listen sheila, me and the blokes have been noticin' some unhealthy behavior from ya. Are ya sure you're alroight?"

I gave the man a warm smirk and shook my head. "Eet's nice of 'ou and zhe ozzers to worry about me but I am fine. Life goes on, non?" I tilted my head playfully.

The bushman nodded but grimaced afterwards. He suddenly bent down and rubbed his braced ankle. I couldn't help but feel a pang of pity for the man even though many of us have been hurt in the field. He stood up and appeared apologetic. "Sorry 'bout that. Me ankle's killing me and this bloody brace is just downroight uncomfortable."

I waved my hand reassuringly. "Don't apologize for being injured, monsieur. I underztand." I stood up and opened the door for the Sniper once again. "'ere, I'll get zhe door for 'ou." He tipped his hat in thanks and limped out of my room. I watched as the wounded marksman hobbled to his door and entered his room.

I closed my door quietly and took a deep breath. I strode over to my window and opened it halfway. Afterwards I dug into my work clothes to retrieve my disguise kit. I plucked a drag from the case and lit it up as I sat down on my bed. I was about to put my kit away when I thought of something. I reopened my disguise kit again and disguised as the RED Scout. Tomorrow I won't have the old Scout in my kit no more. From tomorrow on I'll have the new Scout's. I took advantage of this moment and placed my cigarette in the ash tray on my end table before I dug into my drawer for my hand mirror.

I held it away from me and tried to smile like the old Scout. However, I failed for I could never pull off the goofy expression he always had. Then I stood up and began to whisper, imitating his voice perfectly. I looked frustrated. "What da hell's my real name?" I hunched over in a fit of stifled giggles. It was inappropriate but I had to admit that was quite comical. I always wondered what his real name was though.

I cleared my throat and tried something else, looking into the mirror again. I copied the same expression as before. "Yo Spyress, who took my freakin' ball?" I couldn't keep a smile back after saying that. It wasn't funny but it was memorable. He always asked me that when he lost his ball. He blamed everyone else except for himself.

Another idea came to mind. It made me curious enough to test it out. I tried to mimic Scout's face yesterday, before he was killed. "So listen…" I paused for a second. "I, uh, think you're cool and stuff, 'kay?" I acted embarrassed but in my mind I can feel the moment play over again, the way it was supposed to be. "I mean… "I like ya. Like, a lot."

In my head I can imagine myself replying back to him saying, 'I can't say I feel the same but I have grown fond of you'.

I could imagine the Scout finding light in this and being excited. I still remained in a whisper though."Are ya bein' serious wit me? Woo!" I grinned as sheepishly as I could imagine he would.

Suddenly my perk off of this dimmed and I dropped act with a sigh. I got over it though and looked into the mirror as hard as I could so I would never forget his face. But before I dropped my disguise of him for the final time and went to bed I had one last thing to do. "See ya on the other side, Spyress!" I grinned into the mirror. "Don't be missin' me while I'm gone, ya hear?"

Author's note: Don't go thinking Spyress lost her mind at the end. She just wanted to say her final goodbyes. Just had to clear that up.