Hey guys, third chapter here! I just want to apologize for whatever errors there are in the previous chapters and assure you that I am taking your notes and have researched to make the chapters a bit more legit. I am quite new to this fandom, so feel free to correct me in a polite and desirable manner. Thank you for the support so far and hope you'll like this one. ^_^

Chapter 3: (A Purpose)
"Adam!" Spy screamed as he bolted upright. A stinging throe radiated in his shoulder and he groaned audibly in pain.
"Hold up, mate!" the familiar voice of Sniper exclaimed and firmly pressed the Frenchman's sternum to gently push him back down. "Ya shouldn't move much, yer shoulder is-"
"Where's Adam?" he asked frantically, not noticing the white sling securing his injured limb, "where's my son?!"
The seven looked at each other with dolorous eyes, including Medic, who has an icepack held over the bruise on his head and lay limply on one of the beds.
"Your son, Nathan, is fine but..." Engie paused, taking his helmet off, "Blu Spy managed to take the little guy...and we dun' know where he is."
"Ve tried," added Medic, "but ve don't know vhere ze Blu Base is..."
Spy wasn't going to accept this. Against his team mates' wills, the man got out of bed, took his gun and raced out to the door despite the worsening pain on his shoulder and the mob of six behind him. Heck, he didn't even bother ask where they got the information about what happened hours ago.

Adam. His little boy. Taken by a man who he has done no harm to. Taken by that backstabber.

But as soon as he opened the doors of the Red Base, right there before him with a gun in her hand was the Administrator herself.

"Do not think I do not know what's going on, my mercenaries," she said sharply, looking sternly at Engineer, "I am disappointed Dell...I trusted you more than anybody here, it looks like your loyalty still needs some work."
Engineer bowed his head in shame and fingered with his helmet and looked at the dissolving smoke rising from the woman's cigarette stick placed comfortably near the corner of her lips.
She then turned back to the Frenchman, placing the gun down. "Spy, do you know what happens to people who associate with men like you?"
"I won't let you harm zhem!" Spy suddenly burst out, still struggling with the pain in his shoulder, "zhey 'ave done nothing, and I am doing my job to zhe best of my abilities."
"It's not like they witnessed you take an Intel or the sort," the Administrator said displeasingly, "and it's not me who will harm them...it will be the opposite team or another against you; unless I am forced to take that action."

A brief pause.
"You are putting the people you love at stake, and they were never my concern, and I will send you away if you ever ask for help."
"I won't." Spy grunted.
What she just said was a euphemism of 'I didn't harm them, you did.'.
"This is why I discourage any of my mercenaries from having fixed lives outside the job," she continued seriously, "more blood will be shed...we already have more than enough pints to start a hospital."
Spy clenched his fists in anger and stood rigid and petrified, realizing what the Administrator was telling him.
"You placed your own family in jeopardy Spy." she hissed hoarsely, turning to leave when she threw her gun at his feet. "Here, you'll need it."
As soon as she was out of sight, Spy picked up the weapon and threw it away angrily but deep inside, he knew she was right.
They used his loved ones against him...and his cheri...his cheri!
Quickly, he dashed out of the gates and called for Sniper. "Monsieur Mundy, drive me to zhe hospital."
As they were in the vehicle, on the way to the hospital, Spy looked at Sniper, whose eyes were fixed on the road.
" 'ow did I end up in zhe base...I was in zhe hospital when I..." he paused, not knowing what really happened to him. Mercenaries like him aren't allowed to be admitted to hospitals, for obvious reasons, and for that part, he was thankful.
"Medic called us," answered Sniper after the long silence, "he tended to ya even though he was shot...but,"
Sniper sighed and tightened his grip on the wheel.
"But he 'ad ta kill a few people ta keep ya from losing blood...and it cost 'im his license."
Spy tried to process all that he said and pensively drew a breath. "I...I had no idea...he dreamed of zhat license for so long..."
Sniper could tell that he felt terrible, and with everything that has happened to him lately, he wished he just kept his mouth shut.
"Medic didn't take it ta the heart," Sniper quickly assured, "it was just a license, he said. Keeping ya alive mattered more ta him than anything in the world."
They parked right outside the entrance and let the Frenchman get off.
"Just give us a call, mate." Sniper motioned, lifting his hand near his face and folded his three middle fingers, letting his thumb and pinky stand out. He gave it a little shake, and was off.
Spy entered the hospital as Mr. Peterson and rushed to the woman's room. His amour was holding Nathan in her arms, crying.
"Mon amour..." he whispered, not knowing where to begin or how to tell the woman he loves that he lost one of their twins, "I...Adam is..."
She looked up to him with red-brimmed eyes and started to talk rapidly. "I don't know what happened- this man just entered in the room a-and he made me sleep, N-Nathan was with another doctor and I was supposed to- to guard Adam, b-but, he-"
She completely broke down once more and sobbed audibly. "It's all my fault."
Spy lovingly wrapped his arms around her and pulled her and their son close into a tight embrace, not wanting to lose either the same way he lost Adam.
"Ma petit chou fleur... I will find Adam and bring us back together, don't blame yourself..." Spy assured softly, "nobody wanted zhis to happen."
Inside, Spy felt a huge pang of guilt. When he broke the situation down, it all suddenly weighed heavily on him. It was his enemy, and whatever motive he had for taking his son, it was irrefutable that he had a big part in it.
He endangered his son. His Adam. The Administrator's words rang like haunting music in his ears.
"You placed your own family in jeopardy Spy," she had said. He got the sudden feeling of dread. What if his cheri was next?
Blood rushed in his head and caused him to break out a sweat. He groaned as the pain in his shoulder bothered him intensely.
"Your arm..." the woman gasped amidst the tears.
Spy forced a smile and looked at Nathan, then back to her. "I'm fine." he whispered and caressed his son's cheek with his thumb just like before-
Before Adam was taken away from him.
Wherever he is now, Spy hoped that the enemy will not harm the child until he finds them.
Red and Blu have several built in bases used for missions in several countries, but the Administrator never revealed to either team where the main enemy base is. Spy wished he knew, and he needed to know. His son is in there now. Alone. Vulnerable.
"Adam..." Spy mused pensively, "attendre pour pere."

Somewhere beyond the knowledge of the mercenaries, Blu Spy sat on his chair and fiddled with his knife. The bullet that hit his calf gave him a hard time moving around. He was alright now though, thanks to their Medic, but he couldn't shake the fact that he'll spend more time sitting until the injury is fully well.
The room was dark and rather sullen, quiet as a breeze. The air seemed to still, that is, when he heard a sharp cry nearby.
It was from the baby.
Gently, he went over to where he laid the child. It looked up at him, then continued to cry. Sighing impatiently, he called for the Blu Engineer who came into the room as fast as he could.
"Calm 'im down," he said simply, and sat back in his chair, trying to get his lighter on, "you're good wizh children."

"You shouldn't smoke around the little chap." Engineer warned and he lifted the infant and rocked him a bit, trying to hush him down gently.

Spy shot the man a cold look, but Engineer placed his goggles above his eyebrows and shot the Frenchman an even colder look. Spy grunted and took the cigarette stick between his middle and index fingers, putting it back in its rightful container. But just as everything finally settled in-

"Adam." he then heard Engineer say out of the blue.

Spy suddenly stilled. "What?" he asked, turning to him with sharp, squinted eyes.
"A-Adam..." Engineer immediately stuttered, suddenly having a change of face, as if he regretted saying the name out loud. He lowered his voice nearly to a whisper. "It says here on his wrist."
Spy's eyes focused on the material wrapped around the baby's wrist. It was blue and bore the name "Adam Peterson".

"Zhen call 'im zhat." Spy replied quietly and prepared to make his way out of the room when Engineer's gloved hand placed itself firmly on his chest.
"Oh no, you ain't goin' nowhere 'til you know how to handle the young lad properly," Engineer said and handed the now sleeping infant over to the shape shifter, whose face became rigescent and confused, "You stole the little guy, it's your priority now. Bein' a merc ain't easy, now-it's your turn."
But before he could even protest, Engineer went out and left the two to themselves.
"Merde..." Spy whispered frustratingly and looked down at the baby leaning his chest, "I suppose you think zhis is funny."
As if insulting him, the infant suddenly released a hiccup and spilled his insides out, getting a good amount of barf onto the man's suit. Spy immediately held him out as far as possible and groaned.
"You're more trouble zhan you're worth," he hissed and placed him back down again, "I feel blessed zhat I didn't get your brother, wherever he was at zhat time...I'm beginning to wonder why I even bothered to get you in zhe first place."
Spy took his blue coat off and placed it somewhere else. He propped himself down on his chair and fiddled with his knife, trying to compose himself.
Why had he kidnapped the child? Did he really want to send fear and anger into the enemy mercenaries, just like he told his colleagues, or...
...did he just do it for revenge.
He breathed heavily and looked at the infant once more. It reminded him of-
"No." he scolded himself, " he's gone...he's gone. You need to forget him."
Everything was quiet. So quiet that Spy could feel a deafening silence surround the atmosphere around him. It made him think...but he couldn't keep track of his thoughts and has to start them all over again.

Then, the baby cried again, and the Frenchman couldn't take it anymore. Grabbing his knife, he went over to Adam and raised the weapon, preparing to strike the child when it stopped halfway.
His hand started to shake and rattle violently. "Get it over with.." he told himself. He could see himself sending the corpse of this child to its father and watch his enemy suffer...and it would be perfect; at one point of his life, it would have seemed weird, inhumane even, but he was a mercenary. Nothing seemed unusual for them anymore.
The Blu Spy raised his hand and prepared to strike once more. But the same thing happened again. It stopped just as he was about to stab the baby.
He dropped the knife onto the cold, hard floor and dropped himself onto his knees.
"I can't do it..." he confessed to himself, involuntarily feeling embarrassed; he killed everyday, and yet, he couldn't end this defenseless, vulnerable, child. He felt like a disgrace to spies and mercenaries everywhere. If Sniper were here to see him, he'd have called him the "professional with standards".
"What's wrong with me?" he asked himself angrily. He rose up and looked at the infant, who was now crying at the top of his lungs.
He wanted to leave it alone...but something inside wouldn't let him.

Gently, he picked the child up and rocked him in his arms, whispering soft music into its ears. Adam's crying subsided, but he kept comforting it until the baby stopped and just lay there peacefully. This time though, Spy didn't place the child back on where he laid him before and let Adam keep his place on his chest as he sat down on his chair instead.
And from then on, Adam didn't cry anymore.
When the room became tranquil once again, Spy looked down at the infant and became troubled.
What will he tell the Administrator?
Just as he was looking for answers, Medic came in and offered Spy to give him the child.
"What are you going to do to zhe infant?" the shape shifter asked suspiciously, looking at the German dead straight in the eyes.
"I vill just run some tests on him," said the man, "you brought me a baby vhen I told you to bring me a guinea pig."
He prepared to take Adam from the man with his huge, gloved hands when Spy gripped onto him tightly, anxiously staring at the child and the medic.

"Vhat's vrong, Spy?" Medic asked, taken aback.
Spy shrugged his shoulders and reluctantly held the infant out. "Nothing..." he lied nonchalantly, face blank as if nothing happened, "here...have him."
"I can assure you," Medic added, turning to Spy, "it von't be much, it vill only hurt...a bit."
Medic took Adam in his arms and went out of the room. Spy followed and trailed not far behind them.
"What exactly will you do to zhe child?" Spy asked out of curiosity.
The German let out one of his renowned, mischievous smirks. "I vill test my new drug on him...if ze results go as planned, I can use ze formula on ze ozher mercenaries."
"I'll pass..." Spy groaned softly and eyed the baby with one perfect eyebrow, "don't you think the baby is too young to partake in such an experiment?"
Medic didn't look amused and balked in his tracks. "Spy, ze child has to do something," he scolded, "you already stole him from his fazher, you already sent your message to zem- now he eizher has a purpose here or he goes!"

A purpose. Spy's dull face lit with radiance. He finally has the perfect answer to the Administrator.
"He'll have a purpose, Medic," Spy said under his breath, shooting the German a smug and intimidating look, "mark my words."
And all the medic could do was stare in confusion as Blu Spy took the infant into his gloved and delicate hands, turn a heel and disappear once more into the dimly lit room that was Spy's office.
"Spies..." came Sniper's low voice from behind, shaking his head in dismay, "ya never get them."
"Tell me about it." Medic replied as he and the Aussie made their way out of the scene.