Just wanna say- I know it's been too long! I had to re-read the chapters a few times myself to pick up where I left off. I really hope I can stick to posting regularly again this time. Hope you all enjoy! :)
"Guys! GUYS!" Demo yelled as he came running towards the crowd of his comrades, sloshing back the remaining liquid in his melee weapon along the way. "I've got leg-breakin' news!"
At the current moment, most of his team-members had naturally gathered around Engi's fully upgraded dispenser, much like a flock of birds at a water fountain. Soldier decided it was tactically beneficial to start splashing missiles around the perimeter, just in-case. Their friendly Demo barely dodged one along the way, but it didn't deter him from babbling on and on about the news he just uncovered.
"-We don' have much time left! If we go now, we can still cetch the gobsheit!"
"Uh, care to repeat the first part of that again, partner?" Engi laughed nervously, barely making out the words coming out of the Scot's mouth, what with Soldier's incessant fire.
"Can it, you cretin!" Spy finally slapped Soldier in the shoulder, prompting the armed man to whirl around and deliver a fresh missile right in their faces. "Croutons?!" He yelled back, not making sense of Spy's foreign vocab, "Speak English, pal! This is America!"
"Actually, we're in Australia." Medic corrected dryly, knowing his words would fall on deafened ears.
"Shut up, shut up!" Spy hissed again when more useless talking was prompted. "You-" He pointed towards Demo, "Start again, from the beginning. What 'appened?"
"Ay saw a spai!" He responded cheerily, merry grin on his face.
Spy waited for him to elaborate. He didn't.
"Okay, Demo... Where?"
"Oh! In the locker-rooms!"
"And you're sure it wasn't just Spook's red suit you were seein'?" Engi tested, sceptically.
"No, mate! It was an enemy spai!"
"And you're sure of this... how?" The Frenchie leaned in with interest.
"Cause he was carryin' Pyro's bag outta the room!"
Medic perked up now with interest, relieved to learn the plan he orchestrated was at least having some success.
"Why didn't you beat the traitor down?!" Soldier spat, getting all up in Demo's face.
"I've got a bum leg."
"Not to worry, Demo! I vill look at that later for you!"
Scout, however, took more interest in giggling at the word 'bum', sniggering like a daft eight year old to himself. "Hehe... Bum." Spy gave him a disappointed look.
"Alrighty then, Snipes, ya got that?" Engi chirped over the radio, "Yer lookin' for a target on the move carrying Pyro's purse!"
"And I'm going to gut the merde myself!" Spy announced, readjusting his suit jacket before heading off, cloaking up as he did.
"Why's he get to make all the cool exits?" Scout whined to himself, sulking at where the Frenchman was a mere moment ago. "Because you're a virgin" His conscience whispered back. "Because you're a virgin."
A little while later...
BLU Engi was dead-set determined on getting RED Medic out of the jam he had left him in, reminding Demo over and over again "We gotta go back for the fella!" as soon as they touched down at base, returning to meet-up in Medic's office as planned.
"We cannae, mate! It's too late!"
"What in the hell kind of attitude is that?!"
"The kind that wants ta stay alive!"
"Boy, you wouldn't be able to tell with the rate you drink!" Engi quipped back, rather snidely, uncharacteristic of his sunny disposition.
"Wot did you ye say to me?!"
They shared a heated and mutual glare. Or at least Demo did, with the reflection of himself on Engi's goggles. But before anymore shots could be fired, their Medic swarmed in.
"Oh, you're back! And safe, in one piece!" He rejoiced, greeting the both of them with a firm pat on the shoulders. "Actually, I'm not too sure I'm so happy about zhat last part... Could one of you conveniently lose an arm? I'm starting a new experiment, you see..."
"DOCTOR!" Heavy called from behind, only now catching up with the German's brisk pace. "Stay focussed!"
"Right, right..." Medic sighed, somewhat dejected. "So how did it go? Do you have it?"
"Uh..." Engi scratched the back of his head nervously, pulling on his best grin. "Not exactly, per say... You see, the thing is..."
"We don't have sheit!" Demo spluttered out in a much less polite manner.
"Oh." The doctor frowned, trying to make sense of the situation. "So..."
"Will someone please care to explain to me what is going on?!" A fifth voice joined them now, this one unlike any of their team-mates', the door swinging open again.
All men immediately looked over, jumping as they saw Miss Pauling appear out of seemingly nowhere. She did not look pleased.
"Oh, Miss Pauling! So good to see you! Would you care for a cup of tea? I promise you it's not recycled from bones zhis time! It's infact, made from-"
Miss Pauling silenced the rest of Medic's sentence with a stern look. "What I want is an explanation. What have you all been up to?!"
"Ooh-" It was Demo's turn to laugh nervously. "That's a great story, actually- wee bit long but-"
"Make it short then." She interrupted.
All men fell silent again, exchanging looks with one another, daring and baiting the other to come forward with a story.
"...How did you find out?" Medic finally spoke.
"Team RED's Soldier came into my office with their Medic. Said something about fraternising with the enemy team...?"
Heavy pulled out a chair from under the desk, bringing it over to Miss Pauling. "You might want to take seat. Is long... long story."
"No, you know what? We don't even have time to talk about this anymore. You're all coming with me."
They all paused again. Engi was trying to stall. "But- what about...? We can't just leave-"
"Follow. Me." She stressed one last time, looking the Texan straight in the eye, silencing him again.
They were all relieved to discover that they were following her back to her office, not some sort of secret-execution ground. They were still surprised, however, when RED Medic became visible as they opened the door, sat on the chair by her desk. He was still quite battered, coming straight from RED Soldier hauling him over.
"Oh, buddy!" Engi cheered. "You're alive!"
"Vell, I can't exactly die..."
"Don't be too happy yet." Miss Pauling muttered, opening the door wider, only to reveal more guests. BLU Scout and Soldier were sat at the side, on the couch, both looking like puppies that had shat on the rug.
"Hey gois!" Scout waved lamely at his comrades.
"'ALLO!" Demo boomed back with double the enthusiasm, apparently forgetting about his predicament. "Wot're you lot doin' here?!"
Scout looked like he was about to answer, mouth hanging open. Miss Pauling beat him to the punch, dead-panning Demo. "You're telling me you really don't know?"
BLU Medic waved it off, "Ah! Don't mind him. His memory isn't quite what it used to be. We think his brain is starting to catch up with his liver."
"Looks like what I said earlier was right..." Engi mumbled to himself, shaking his head. "What'd I tell ya..." Heavy nodded silently in agreement, hanging behind everyone else.
"Before you all get too comfortable and start chit-chatting..." Miss Pauling cleared her throat, reminding them of her presence.
"Oh! I have a question!" Scout piped up, sticking his hand up high in the air.
"...This better be good, Scout."
The boy grinned lazily, not quite sensing the seriousness of her tone. "What're you doin' later?"
"UGH, my GOD- Someone, anyone- please hit him. NOW."
"Hitting him NOW!" Soldier echoed back, slamming his fist down onto Scout's head like a whack-a-mole.
"OW- man, what the hell?!"
"Good. Now we can move on..." Miss Pauling sighed tiredly, lingering by the door. "I've already expressed that I don't have the time or patience to hear exactly why you're doing what you're doing. This all ends now, and you're going to help me."