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Scout groaned as he threw the baseball at the blue cement wall of the base again and again, only to catch it as it bounced back into his hand.
He was bored.
RED had attacked again and per Medic's instructions, he'd been forced to stay out. So while the two teams were fiercely battling for each other's intelligence, he was here, doing nothing but bouncing his baseball.
He was sitting at the long table usually reserved for team meetings just below the intelligence room in the BLU base at doublecross. From his vantage point, he could see the shape of Engineer and his sentry though the glass wall that separated the intelligence from him.
The room he was in wasn't very interesting. On the wall opposite the window was a matrix of light up signs, currently stating Scout's current medical leave. On the other side, under the window was a whiteboard covered in the slanted cursive of the engineer. The board didn't contain anything interesting to scout - just some information about the latest security breach by something called "Black Mesa" and several diagrams of the various intelligence rooms across the multitude of BLU bases.
The table he was at was a dark blue with eleven seats - nine for each member of the team, one for miss Pauling and one at the head of the table for the seemingly non-existent but yet omnipresent Administrator. All the chairs were a cyan and (much to scouts chagrin) rather uncomfortable.
The walls were a slightly lighter shade of blue than the table and were bare of any decoration at all. The only other thing in the room was the doorway out and a metal staircase leading to the intelligence room.
Thankfully though, the climate here was a bit more agreeable than at dustbowl, meaning that the entire base didn't smell that strongly of sweat.
It still stank though.
The boards behind him suddenly blinked and the announcer's voice blared through the loudspeaker system, telling them that their intelligence had been stolen. Up above in the intelligence, the crimson and green form of the RED Scout visible for just a moment as he sprinted out of the room, the blue briefcase they'd been tasked with protecting on his back.
He should've been there, raiding the other team's base for that intelligence. If he had been there, they would've won by now.
"the enemy has captured our intelligence!"
The voice broke through Scout's thoughts, making him start. Damn that medic! He was fine! His head had stopped hurting ages ago! He looked up and saw the figure of Pyro join Engineer, flamethrower at the ready.
Scout watched as two more figures entered the room, each one wearing blue. The fight that ensued was short but devastating as the enemy Soldier and Medic managed to take out the sentry, as well as the two BLU mercenaries situated there.
"the enemy has taken our intelligence!" The voice boomed.
Scout slammed a fist on the table and got up. That was it. He couldn't just sit by idly and let the other team win. Medic be damned, he was going in!
Grabbing his bag from under the seat, Scout sprinted off up the stairs that lead to their intelligence room. He was missing his hat and headset, and while his cap wasn't of much use in the night hours that the attack had come in, the lack of his headset meant that he had no way of communicating with the rest of his team.
Hopefully, he wouldn't need it.
Following the trail of papers, he pursued the intelligence-stealing duo down to the sewers, that lay beneath the two bases. Scout pulled his force-a-nature out of his bag and loaded it, ready to take down the two attackers.
While the Medic was easily shot down by two shots from his gun, the over-healed Solider wasn't going to go down so quickly. He spun around and fired a rocket, knocking Scout off his feet.
While the blast didn't kill him, the drop from the platform he was on to the ground several hundred feet below certainly did.
Ten seconds of mind-wrenching purgatory and then respawn.
There were two other members of his team in the room, but Scout ran by them before any of them could object to his presence on the field. He had to stop those two before...
"the enemy has captured our intelligence!"
Crap.
Without even a break in his pace, Scout quickly formulated a new plan. He would have to go after the RED intelligence himself.
He made his way back down to the sewers without any issues. The slowly fading corpse of his own body was still visible below the bridge, unnerving scout slightly. But he ran on.
Sprinting up the stairs, he encountered his first piece of trouble. The other team's sniper was at the head of the stairs, bow and in hand, his back to the scout as he sniped the BLU team from his hiding spot. While he fell quickly to the Scout's gun, he knew that the entire base was probably now alerted to the Bostonian's presence.
Running straight ahead, he cut in front of the RED respawn, making his way across the wooden floor to the back entrance of the intelligence room.
Double jumping the railing, he landed just outside the room.
The room was empty as he ran in, gun to the ready. The red intelligence briefcase lay on the floor, papers haphazardly sticking out of its two shut halves.
Ignoring the intelligence for now, scout went to the other entrance to the room and looked out if it. On the other side, blocking his only exit out, was a red sentry, beeping occasionally. Walking back to the intelligence, he fished out a pale blue can of soda from his back and opened it.
Taking a deep breath, he grabbed the intelligence and down the can's contents. Instantly, he felt his mind and heart rate quicken as the drink sent his entire body into a radioactive power overdrive.
He burst out of the intelligence, his sudden presence attracting the attention of the sentry and its engineer. He weaved his way through its barrage of bullets and rockets, each hit a miss as every step came down faster than the last, too fast for the sentry's guidance system could follow. He sped into the small building in the courtyard and jumped the railing down to the sewers moments before the drink's effect wore off.
He landed on the hard ground below with a crunch that sent bolts of pain running through his entire body. Leaning against a wall, he struggled to find his breath again, all his energy taken from him by that one super powered dash. Despite what they might've thought on the team, he didn't have endless energy.
Pushing himself off the wall, he forced himself forwards. He could rest later when the intelligence on his back was safe. But now...
Suddenly, the sound of footsteps echoed through the sewers. The Scout pulled out his gun just in time to see the red doppelgänger of himself speed around the corner, a baseball bat and ball in hand.
For a split second, the two looked at each other in surprise. Obviously neither of them had expected to find the other here.
The RED agent acted first, slamming the baseball into the other Scout's head, the impact of the leather ball smashing his head into the wall behind him.
Normally, such an attack at such a range would've only caused minor confusion for a few seconds, but piled on top of the concussion, it was enough to send the Scout to the ground. His vision swum before him as he hit the hard concrete. There was a bang, but he didn't feel anything as the other Scout fired his scattergun.
His vision still swimming, he wildly aimed and fired his modified shotgun in a blind attempt to hit the other player.
The point blank shot from the force-a-nature sent his doppelgänger flying backwards. Using the wall to support him, the BLU Scout grabbed the other Scout's baseball and stood up.
"Think fast chucklenuts!" He yelled, pitching the ball at him with all the speed and power of a professional baseball player. The ball hit the wounded scout in the chest, knocking the life out of him.
Walking over to the corpse, he looked down at it and grinned.
"Sorry pal, but you're out." He said (as if his victim could still hear him), slinging his gun over his shoulder.
Using the last dregs of adrenaline left in him, he turned and ran out of the RED sewers and into the ones below his home base.
Running into the relative safety blue painted walls below his base, Scout felt his pace grow slower as his mind finally caught up to the rest of his body.
He suddenly noticed that his left side was bleeding from where the other runner had shot him. He hadn't noticed it earlier, thanks to the pain in his head, but now he was painfully aware of the wound. leaning against the wall, he slid down to the ground. A hand went to ear in an attempt to contact the rest of his team with his headset, only to remember that he'd left it in Medic's office.
"Shit." He breathed, wincing as the action loosed a bolt of pain from his injured side. Without his headset, he couldn't call for help without alerting the other team.
Suddenly, the sound of footsteps echoed through the tunnels, cutting the Scout's breathing short. If that was someone on the other team, he was dead. He sat there, absolutely silent as the sound of heavy footsteps grew closer...
"Scout?" A familiar voice asked as a figure in a pale blue coat rounded the bend and appeared in scouts vision.
Scout let out a shaky sigh of relief as the BLU medic rushed over to him, bone saw to the ready.
"Scout? Vat is wrong?"
"Ah jeez... where do I even freaking begin..."
The Medic bent down to Scout's level, his eyes meeting Scout's. There was something about those steel blue eyes that seemed off to him, but his head was too addled to figure out what.
"That freaking Scout hit me with his freaking baseball and now my head hurts real bad doc." He winced again and put a hand to the affected area.
The Medic however, didn't seem to be concerned with that. He was Instead looking at the dog tags around his neck.
"I did not take you for the sentimental type herr Scout."
"Hey there's a lot you don't know about me."
"Hrmph. Perhaps you are right." He said, a blue gloves hand picking the tags off scout's top.
There was a pause as Scout tried to figure what was going on. The nagging feeling that there was something wrong was refusing to go away and his aching head was doing nothing to help.
"She didn't want you to be mercenary." He said, his usually hard voice now strangely quiet. "She wanted me to stop you, but it was too late."
"She..?" Scout's eyes widened as suddenly, he figured what was off. Medic didn't have blue eyes. He had brown ones. Only two people on the team had eyes like the piercing blue pair that was staring at him now – himself and...
"You're a freaking Spy!" The Scout exclaimed. He tried to jump up, but the now exposed Spy suddenly tightened his grip on the Scout's dog tags, dragging him back down.
"Bonjour mon ami." The Frenchman purred, his disguise disappearing in a puff of smoke. From his other hand he produced a butterfly knife.
"It has been a while, non?" He grinned, expertly twirling the knife around before letting it come to a rest at Scout's throat.
"Been awhile since what, ya double-crossin' French frog? Since ya didn't suck?"
"Hmm…no, that's your mother's job." He evilly grinned as he savoured the look of horror and disgust that washed over the scout's face.
"Christ…you're messed up…" He tried to struggled backwards, away from the Spy, but the man's grip on Scout's dog tags prevented him from going anywhere. "Just kill me already willya? Or get outta my face ya sick creep."
"Oh, of course I'll kill you. " He said leaning in, the stench of his cigarette stained breath so strong Scout nearly gagged. "Do you have anything you want me to say to your mother later?"
"Ymph. Hrrpmh mrpgh mrpph." Another voice said behind them. There was the sound of a shot being fired and suddenly, the Spy's head spectacularly exploded all over Scout in an explosion of fire and brain.
There was a click and the Spy's body slid down to reveal the blue suited form of the Pyro behind him.
Scout sat there, paralysed in fear, unsure of whether he should run from the potentially dangerous pyromaniac or thank the...thing for saving his life.
The thing made a confused noise and bent down to be at eye level at the paralysed mercenary.
Slowly, Scout looked up and gave a nervous grin.
"Thanks...?" He swallowed nervously, unsure of how to deal with this sudden complication.
The fire-starter pulled Scout up by the shoulder and looked at him.
"Jeez...I'm fine pal. Just need Medic..." He sucked in a sharp breath and stood up to his full height. The thing shrugged and put away its orange and grey flare gun and pulled its dragon-headed flamethrower from off its back.
The duo traipsed out of the sewers and into the BLU base proper, with Scout in the lead and Pyro following errantly behind.
"Yo guys!" Scout yelled, bursting into the intelligence room. "I'm back!" He shrugged the intelligence off his back and dropped it onto the floor. "And I got the freaking intelligence! Engie! I need a dispenser here!"
The Engineer sharply looked up at the two intruders and growled. This wasn't turning out to be a good match at all. First the enemy had stolen the intelligence from right under him twice, then Scout had run off despite Medic's orders and finally, Pyro had disappeared, forcing him to constantly go look for spies himself.
"And what have you two been doing?" He demanded as Scout collapsed on top of his dispenser.
"Our jobs moron." Scout retorted, gesturing at the red intelligence briefcase in the middle of the room.
"Ah thought Medic told'ya that you weren't fighting." He said, marching over to the dispenser and Scout.
"Well, I'm sorry, but I ain't sittin' around doing nuthing while you guys get freaking killed." He pulled himself up and inspected his side. "An' as you guys don't seem to wanna do it, I'm gonna go get the intelligence. Again." He turned to walk out of the room. "Buncha idiots. Why do I hav'ta do their freaking jobs? This is why the team nee-" His mutterings were suddenly cut short as the Texan grabbed Scout by the scruff of his shirt.
"Scout, you'll do as ya told an' get that flank o' yours back down-"
There was a sudden flurry of beeping as another form sped into the intelligence room right by the arguing duo.
"Whadup chucklenuts?" The red Scout yelled, giving the two the finger as he ran by and grabbed their blue briefcase. "This yo intelligence? 'Cause it's mine now!" He ran out the room laughing.
"Aw shit!" Scout swore, shoving the Engineer to the side and running after the red and lime-green speck that was the enemy Scout. He fired a shot after him, but his gun's range was too short for it to do any damage.
The two ran across the bridge, ignoring all the other fighters as they dodged their way past the gunfire and havoc created by the other members of the duelling team.
The two sped into the RED base, the other Scout momentarily turning to loose the magazine of his pistol at his pursuer.
The blue Scout dodged the shots and grinned. Up ahead was the courtyard, where he knew he could cut off the other Scout before he-
**BEEP**
Any thoughts of outmanoeuvring the other Scout disappeared as he ran full tilt into the open area, right into the path of the red sentry located just outside of the entrance.
The Scout didn't even have time to scream as the collective force of four explosive rockets hitting in the chest at once turned his ribcage into a mess of blood and bones.
The enemy has captured our intelligence!
You lose!
changelog 24-5-16
+ added new chapter
/Hey, new chapter within one week - what is this witchcraft? Don't get to used to it though - I can't promise I'll always write this fast.
/Also, gameplay and story segregation - making fanfic more interesting since 19-whenever
/You like this fic? Or do you disagree with how creepy Spy is? I'm open for reviews and comments of all kind