"So, have you guys thought of a plan yet?"

Soldier and Scout had spent a good few days being asked nothing but this by Engi and Medic. Each time, they would say that they had a few ideas under development and some more along the way. Day after day, the question would be repeated yet neither of them gave a real answer, nor did they come closer to any real conclusion.

Of course, they didn't let anyone else in on this. Medic was so stressed out right now that asking any more of him would result in an aneurysm.

So, when the due-date finally dawned on them, so did the sinking realisation that they didn't actually have any plans.

It wasn't exactly clear who's fault this was either. Granted, Scout and Soldier would take most of the responsibility for not even trying, but surely Medic and Engi were also to blame for pairing up such a disorganised pair. The word 'planning' was nowhere to be found in Scout's dictionary. The young lad much preferred the approach of taking things as they came. And Soldier was surprisingly (and quite ironically) bad at coming up with strategies that actually worked. On the rare occasions that his plans did work, it was merely dumb luck.

"So..." Scout broke the silence in between them as they sat in the locker room on the day of the deadline. "We kiiinda don't have any plans, do we?"

"Affirmative." Soldier confirmed, seated directly across.

"We have no idea what we're actually gonna do to distract the enemy team."

"That is correct."

"We're screwed."

"I say we go in full robot attire!"

"No, that's not gonna work."

"I say we dance!"

"No!" Scout rose to his feet in frustration. "No dancing. Not now, not ever."

"Then what do you propose we do?" Soldier frowned. "At least I had some plans."

"I don't know!" He kicked his locker in frustration, venting a stressed sigh. "But we need to come up with something- fast."

At that very moment, Scout's headset buzzed with static. The young man held it closer against his ear to receive a clearer message.

"Y'all ready? We need you both up and runnin' in about five."

"Yeah, ready as the day I was born!" He responded with an exaggerated, and most likely over-compensating confidence.

"That's a lie." Soldier couldn't help but point out, and Scout quickly shushed him so the other line wouldn't hear it.

"I'll buzz back in when Snipes is ready for you to go. Roger out!"

"Okay, we really need to think of something." Scout turned back around to Soldier, the urgency of the situation finally starting to show through as panic in his eyes.

Soldier, however, was not quite as flustered, barely showing any symptoms of distress. He met the Bostonian's gaze with a pensive look. "I have an idea. But we're gonna need to be quick. How quickly can you run to Medic's room?"

Mere moments later, the two were making their way to the enemy base. Just not quite in the way that most sensible people would. See, most people would've walked or driven a motorised vehicle to their destination. But sensible and Soldier parted ways long before his fifth birthday. Coincidentally, that was also the day that Soldier's mother discovered his affinity for burying himself a trench in his birthday cake. Perhaps his obsession with all things military came from a young and ripe age.

"Put your back into it, son!" The army man urged, smacking his whip repeatedly on Scout and the side of the wheel barrow that he was sitting in. He wasn't there alone, though. Various weapons, drinks and other odd objects accompanied him there in his seat on the cart, throttling along the bumpy and speedy ride.

"I'm doin' my best!" He yelled back, still running on the effects of the Crit-a-Cola that he had guzzled down just a few seconds ago. All that was around them was now but a mere blur, the skyline and the ground nearly undistinguishable from one another.

"Rock! Big rock!" Soldier tried to warn his partner, pointing and bellowing at the top of his lungs. "We're about to-"

BUMP.

But somehow they had survived the hit without being toppled over.

"MILK!" Soldier clutched at his eye. "Milk in my eye! IN MY EYE!"

"Sorry! Couldn't afford to stop!"

"They're going to shoot crit-bullets IN MY EYE!"

"Oh, quit cryin'. It'll wear off in no time!"

"I'm crying milky tears!"

Scout would have said that it was just milk, but after sitting down with Medic to discuss its uses and ingredients, he knew he would be lying. It was probably best that Soldier didn't know what was used to create his Mad Milk.

"Have you started charging it yet?!"

Soldier looked down at the Medigun he was clutching onto. "Ubercharge at 44%!"

"That's not even close! We can't get there till it's on at least 97%!"

"It'll be fully charged by the time we get there, I promise!"

"I'm really countin' on you there!"

True to Soldier's word, the ubercharge was full by the time the two arrived. Along the way, he had tried various methods of speeding up the rate of charge. He knew that the ubercharge would charge faster if it was repairing injury, so he tried administering a healthy and standard dose of hurt to his fellow team-mate. Then he realised it probably wasn't the best idea to get Scout killed while he was 'driving'.

His other method, which Scout didn't like too much, was to try and charge up one of the few objects that were sitting in the cart with him. When that didn't make it go any faster, he picked up a solid brick and smushed it against the Medigun repeatedly.

"You're gonna break it!"

"Nonsense! Bricks are made of steel!"

"No, they're not!"

"Oh, aren't they?"

Scout sighed. "We're here." He buzzed over to Engi, who then set right away to work to inform the rest of the team.

"The brick is ready!"

"Okay, on the count of three, I want you to aim it at that window right over there."

Soldier hauled himself off the cart and retrieved his rocket launcher from the barrel. "What do we do after that?"

"You're gonna keep the rest of the enemy team occupied. I'm gonna smoke out their Scout to make sure he doesn't run-in to our Spy. You still sure you can ubercharge yourself?"

"If we can do it to a brick, we can do it on ourselves!" Were Soldier's inspiring words. "And I see Medic do it all the time."

"That makes more sense. Meet you back in here in 15 minutes."