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"Doc, are you really sure about this plan?" Engi couldn't help but bring-up in the midst of their walking.

"I don't see vhat else our next best move is. Shpy and Heavy are headed for the lockers and we need to catch up to them. Zherefore, we're walking to the lockers. How is that not sound logic?"

"'Cause it's probably gonna get us killed."

"Oh, Ah've done that once already t'day." Demo shrugged the threat off. "What's another one for the road?"

"We can't afford that right now!"

"Why's that?"

"Why do ya think? If we die, we may not be able to get back here again."

"Ja, I'm not sure I can hold off my team a second time."

"What's goin' on over there, lads?" Sniper's voice came through Engi's radio. "Anybody wanna tell me why you and Spook are separated?"

Engi groaned, the ache in his head pounding two-fold in the face of this question. There was really no time to explain. "Let's just say he went rogue, okay?"

"Well, he's clearly plannin' something. He just made contact with me from the enemy re-supply. I have on my eye on him right now."

"You do?" Medic perked up, "Is he vith Heavy?"

"He's gotta be." Engi reassured the German, giving him a grin when the Aussie confirmed. "See? Everything's gonna be fine!"

But little did the gang know that RED Scout had an ear to this conversation. It appears that he caught up with them half-way when he came back to revisit the scene of his death, his determination to find something of use iron-clad and unwavering. If his Sniper was going to turn his nose up at his idea, he would show him how wrong he was to do that.

It was only going to be a matter of time upon seeing the second RED Medic till the boy deduced that, "That Medic was a freakin' Spy! Yes! I knew I'd find somethin'."

He immediately started on his swift return to his comrades to warn them of the piece of news he just uncovered.

Spy wasn't carrying a radio on him, for obvious reasons. But what he did have was his own way of communicating to Sniper from afar; a method they had both developed over the years. As little as Spy liked to put his fate into the hands of another, the marksman proved himself useful in dire situations.

"We have a problem." Heavy suddenly announced to him. When Spy asked for clarification, he pointed up at the window they were crouching below. "Look who is inside locker-room."

Slowly and carefully, Spy stood up to bring himself level with the window to take a peek. And then he face-palmed, hard. "Merde!"

Of course! Of course the one person who had to be in there right now at this very inopportune time was Pyro.

Heavy nodded along in sympathy. "I know. It seem luck is no on our side today."

"We need to do something about zhis. Quick."

"You have idea? Wait- what are you doing?" Heavy inquired with interest as Spy tilted his silver cigarette case in various directions against the sunlight.

"Sending a message." Was his cryptic reply, making a noise of success when a vivid spark was created.

"How...? Who are you talking to-"

"Sshh!"

From the distance, the same set of sparks were mirrored back, in an interval of two.

"Spy- uh- I mean, Medic." He earned himself a glare from the man in disguise for his slip-up. "Sorry, I try to watch mouth next time."

"Make that mistake again and you won't have anything to watch with! Now, what is it?"

"What is your plan?"

"Okay. I need you to listen carefully because I will not repeat myself. We don't have much time before your 'friends' find us. You must also do exactly as I say. Understood?"

"Da, horosho."

Word was finally starting to get out that Spy was posing as an imposter, and that Medic was aiding the enemy team. Scout told the first person he ran into when he made it back, and that first person happened to be Soldier. In no time, the two were banging frying pans and bellowing as loud as their throats would allow to draw as much attention as possible.

"Men, we have a spy in our midst!"

"Hey hey hey, spread the word, guys. We got a spy!"

They were both merely a flyer short of becoming a public service announcement. And it was giving their own spy a headache.

"Mon dieu, what exactly do you think you're doing?" RED Spy approached them, largely unimpressed.

"Haven't ya heard? That we're spreadin' the word?" Scout added in later, unable to resist the rhyme.

"Everybody must know!" Soldier chimed in. "That our Medic's a foe!"

"Please stop before you both create the beginnings of a 'orrible rap."

The Bostonian scowled. "What's your problem, anyway?"

Spy looked like he had just tasted something awfully bitter. "Has it not occurred to you that, if we know there's a spy among us, it would be best to keep quiet about it?"

"Uhh, no." Scout shot a look back at him. "Has it occurred to you that your idea is friggin' stoopid?"

Soldier sniggered.

Spy didn't even dignify the comment with a response. "If the spy knows we're onto him, he'll just change his tactics. You want him thinking that he still has us fooled, you idiot."

"This is actually making sense!" Soldier seemed shocked. "Scout, I think he's making sense!"

"Well, okay then. If you're so smart, what do you want us to do?"

"I want you to tell me what you already know about zhis spy. We may still have a chance to catch him off guard."

It may have taken Team RED a while to recuperate, but when they finally did, they were on high alert. They started diving themselves up into teams with specific tasks, all with the express purpose of finding their Medic, bringing him back in for questioning and eliminating the remaining survivors of Team BLU.

Sadly, the three wandering men had little choice of what else they could do. There were no more moves left on the board, and they had a sinking feeling that if they wished to progress, a sacrifice would have to be made.

So when RED Demo bellowed upon sighting his friendly Medic, they all stopped dead in their tracks, exchanging desperate glances with one another to figure out what to do in the next few seconds.

"They're going to take me in." Medic whispered, the worry etching into his thick brows. "I don't know if I'll get back out!"

"No!" Engi immediately objected, grabbing the German by his shoulders. "We're coming back for you! We'll get you outta this!"

"Mate, we gotta run!" BLU Demo urged, sidestepping the shower of explosives his enemy counterpart was supplying. "NOW!"

"It doesn't matter, just run! Run, Engi!" Medic echoed the Scot's advice, yanking himself out of the Texan's hold. "GO!"

Before Engi could make further protest, Demo grabbed a hold of his arm and started making a sprint for his life.

"Hang in there, buddy! We'll come back for you!" Were Engi's last words to the doctor before Demo blasted them off and away with his sticky grenade, narrowly escaping the nasty trap the other Scot had laid out for them.

As the German watched his previous comrades vanish into the distance, Soldier had made his way to the scene, grinning from ear to ear like it was Christmas come early.

"Welcome home, Cupcake!"

And then the next thing he saw was pitch blackness, after Soldier connected a shovel to his unsuspecting head, knocking him out cold.