1 . Name: Anonymous @ 2011-07-16 21:02

Balls to the wall! I've decided to just go ahead and post what I have of this. There is lots more planned but I am having a writing hiccup at the moment (plus I will also be working on the Miss Pauling x RED Sniper fic.) I've been editing it a bit but all criticisms are welcome. Not sure about the Medic's accent.

This is mostly RED Sniper x BLU Scout but there will be smaller amounts of BLU Scout's mom x RED Spy, RED Sniper x RED Spy, and BLU Scout x BLU Soldier. Lots of voyeurism, exhibition, and weird fluff ahead. (I have italics in this but there are so many... feeling lazy. Won't worry about them right now. Might hate myself later though.)


Hunting the Hunter

“No, way!” the BLU Scout said, “A crocodile's gotta be ten times worse than a lion. Look at all them teeth!”

“Non, non,” the BLU Spy replied, “It is true. A lion is deadlier. Especially at night. The crocodile will only get you in the river. The lion is probably already where you are, waiting for when you can not see. And it will follow you.”

“SHIT!” Scout said, “I've SEEN one lunge up before! When the guy feedin' him at the zoo got too close. I SAW the blood. Don't tell me I don't know what I'm talkin' about!”

“And you should believe me when I tell you I've seen men torn apart by the sly skulk of the lioness, mon ami.”

The BLU Sniper slammed both palms down onto the table and scooted his chair back so he could stand, extricating himself from the unfortunate position he was in. It was well-known that he preferred to sit by himself in the cafeteria, even if the entire team was eating together. Yet not only had the BLU Spy decided to completely ignore this common knowledge, he had managed to coax the BLU Scout into sitting on the other side of him.

Both men looked up at this outburst, their shock quickly turning into amusement as they noticed how utterly annoyed he was.

“You're fuckin' idiots! They're both deadly and they're both man-eaters. The only difference is that a croc is easier to avoid,” BLU Sniper said, “Now get the fuck out of my face.”

The BLU Sniper, having finished his meal, left his dishes where they were but grabbed his mug and began sipping it as he turned to walk away. He heard Scout snort and could only imagine the Spy was smirking at his retreating back. Thank god the bastard was on his side or he'd never be able to run away from him without getting stabbed.

“Oui,” Spy called after him, “I suppose you would know something about that. Being such an expert huntsman and all. Why the other day I saw you clip a little pigeon on the wing and I could only wonder what ferocity it must have exuded to gain your ire. Or did you miss the enemy? Non, non, that is impossible. It must have been an aggressive bird.”

The BLU Sniper paused and he gritted his teeth in disgust but he knew better than to be baited by Spy.

“Yeah!” Scout said, “I bet Mr. Lonesome Dove here did nothin' but shoot all the poisonous shit in the outback so hard there ain't nothin' left! Tell me, they still got sharks where you come from or did you eat 'em all for breakfast?”

BLU Sniper turned on his heel then and pointed angrily at the smug-looking Scout.

“That's it, ya little shit! Next time you need some covering fire while you're prancin' around in the open, like a drunk gazelle, I'll remember what ya said and it's gonna suck to be you!”

Then he shook his fist at the spy.

“And YOU,” Sniper said, “You better not give me any lip after I see you runnin' from some Pyro!”

The BLU Spy straightened his coat lapels, attempting to feign disinterest. The BLU Scout decided to stand up and poke the BLU Sniper in the chest. His smirk had turned into a sneer.

“Hey, pal,” the BLU Scout said, “We can't all be sittin' pretty in our little hidey-holes. Some of us gotta stand there and take a fuckin' bullet for yah!”

The BLU Sniper scowled and refused to back down. His shoulders were taut and he considered throwing his coffee in the Scout's face but that would be a waste of good coffee. Instead, he grinned.

“I bet you couldn't find a Sniper if he had a neon sign hanging out front. You wouldn't know what hit you if it weren't for the fact you're always bouncin' through the air like a damn helium balloon in an updraft, so you get a split second of metal glintin' in the distance before he blows your head off.”

The BLU Scout blinked and then snorted. His grin came back as he glanced over at the Spy.

“You here dat? I think he wants to make a bet,” Scout said, “You in?”

The BLU Spy was busy inhaling one of his cigarettes. When he went to tap some of the ash onto the Sniper's bereft plate, he gestured at himself and smiled all too sweet.

“I will do you one better, mon ami,” the Spy said, “I will help you with zis. What are zee terms?”

The BLU Sniper was taken aback but quickly recovered. The idea of sending these fools on a fools errand, and out of his hair for awhile, was too tempting to ignore.

“All right,” the Sniper said, “Tomorrow, you capture the enemy Sniper, WITHOUT killing him or getting help from anyone else on our team but Spy here. Bring him back as proof and I'll swear you two are better than fuckin' Robin Hood and William Tell.”

Spy held up his hand, as if he had a question.

“One moment,” he said.

Sniper blinked.

“What?”

“Such names would suggest we are fantastic shots and yet we aren't allowed to shoot him,” Spy said.

Sniper waved his free hand dismissively and slurped more of his coffee before responding.

“Whatever,” he said, “I said don't kill him. I don't care if he can walk on his own.”

The Spy's placed his palms together, his fingertips in front of his mouth, and his brow arched in devious contemplation. Scout was slouching where he stood, his hands in his pants pockets, but his easy grin showed an awful lot of teeth. The BLU Sniper almost wished he hadn't unleashed such horror on his competitor but at least it wasn't going to be aimed at him. Though maybe stressing a lack of death as opposed to a lack of injury was a bad idea...

“Hey, fellas?” the Sniper said, “If you do manage to pull it off, against all the odds, do me a favor, huh? Go easy on the man. He's just doin' his job.”

“Mais oui! I have a plan which, if successful, should result in no undue injury,” the Spy said, “It will be an honor for us to bring down such impressive game.”

The BLU Scout gave the BLU Spy a suspicious glance.

“I ain't gonna be used as bait! Just puttin' that out there,” Scout said.

The BLU Spy laughed and rubbed his hands together lightly, before taking a pull from his cigarette.

“Non, non. Your part of importance will involve something else,” the Spy said, “Let us retire to your room. When I go over the details, you will see how simple and ingenious it really is.”

The BLU Sniper was kicking himself already but couldn't resist such temptation.

“Fuck... mate,” he said, “Now I gotta hear this.”

“Excellent!” the Spy said.

He stood up and beckoned for both men to follow him.

“Come along then. I chose Scout's room to keep him at ease but with you along, let us choose somewhere neutral. Ah! We shall visit the ready room and pour over the maps in public. If anyone asks, we are planning for tomorrow. An honest lie,” he said, “The best kind.”


The next day, as the sirens blared, the BLU Scout and the BLU Spy nodded to one another before leaving the base. Though the Scout wasn't used to hanging back, he understood that his speed was their greatest asset in finding the Sniper. Even though the Spy was better at moving around without being seen, the Scout could cover the most ground in the least amount of time. In fact, the whole thing was kind of amusing because the Spy was actually the one who intended to be closer to the battlefield, hidden and watching to see who was picked off and where.

The BLU Sniper had reluctantly divulged some of the best nests, many of which the Spy already knew of. The key issue was narrowing it down to where the RED Sniper might actually be and then search each area carefully. With the BLU Scout racing around the back corridors and through narrow buildings, it would take a lot less time to cross off possibilities.

A couple of times the Scout actually ran into the opposing team. It was with utter pride that he wiped the RED Spy's look of shock off his face with a well-placed BONK to the head. Once he ran into the RED Demoman (no idea what he was doing there) and the RED Pyro. A quick look around showed he'd actually circled around the edges and near the RED Respawn.

Before that he ran into the BLU Sniper twice, moving slowly after the battle as it shifted, and it gave Scout an idea, which made him smack his forehead as he realized the obviousness of it. BLU Sniper wasn't always in the same spot. He lingered in one place for awhile but even if he wanted to, he couldn't hide there forever. In fact, it made perfect sense to move from time to time, even before the brunt force of the battle did. It was a good Spy deterrent.

“Salut, mon ami,” the BLU Spy said, “Any news?”

“Oh, SHIT!”

The BLU Scout almost pissed himself but forced his composure back in place, quick as lightening, when he turned to face the BLU Spy. He slapped his bat absently into his palm and couldn't stop fidgeting, eager to get moving again.

“Frenchie, good timin'! I just had a horrible realization,” Scout said.

The BLU Spy looked non-plussed.

“You're still a virgin?”

The BLU Scout glared daggers for all he was worth.

“No, yah French bastard!” the Scout said, “The RED Sniper ain't gonna be sittin' pretty the whole time. I just saw our Sniper on the way to somewhere else and it hit me.”

The BLU Spy looked interested at this.

“You are certain he was not the RED Spy?”

“Do I look like a pincushion to you?” the Scout answered, “No, fuck you. Look, what if our man ain't where I'm lookin' 'cause he's circled back to somewhere I just been? Or vice versa?”

The BLU Spy looked disgruntled and leaned his back against the wall.

“Vice versa would make no sense. You are saying he has gone somewhere you still are, rather than somewhere you haven't been.”

The BLU Scout threw his hands up.

“Whatever! I'm sayin', you need to go back where I was and double-check. Fuck, go back to where our Sniper was and double-check. Maybe they got some kind of agreement where they won't kill each other as long as someone leaves the room,” the Scout said.

The BLU Spy perked up at this. He rubbed his chin, glanced up at the sky, and then nodded. The BLU Scout hoisted his bat onto his shoulder as he waited for a response.

“Ahh... I believe you have stumbled onto something,” the Spy said, “Sniper did feel some compassion for our pitiful prey. And if he wished to win this bet, why, what would be sneakier and more helpful than quietly allowing the man to hide in his shadow?”

“Good, 'cause I'm tired of this already,” the Scout said, “I only busted a few heads so far and Soldier's gonna be all over my ass whenever he figures out I ain't his wingman today.”

The BLU Spy winked at the BLU Scout in such a disquieting manner that the Scout swallowed loudly.

“Now, now, mon ami,” the Spy said, “Patience. I promise it will become very interesting, as soon as our wild buck is secure.”

“Buck? Ain't that a deer?” the Scout asked.

The Spy let a puff of smoke twirl up from his pursed lips.

“Ouais.”

It was a little different but it sounded similar enough that the Scout assumed it was still a yes.

“Screw you! I signed up for a GOD DAMN TIGER and I'm gonna GET A TIGER!”

The Spy sighed.

“Mon ami, I mentioned lions last night. Not tigers.”

The BLU Scout grinned and smacked the wall with his bat. It landed inches away from Spy's ear, making him jolt and leaving a horrible ringing sound. The resulting death glare was proudly ignored by the Scout.

“Same fuckin' difference! WHOOOO! Let's go get 'im!”

Just as the BLU Scout was about to tear off, hollering at the top of his lungs, the BLU Spy seized him by the shoulders and slammed him back, his fingers digging in hard as he growled.

“If you are going to assist me, then you will be quiet. You will be careful. And you will not be swinging that around like l'enfant that you are. Understood?”

The Spy blew smoke in the Scout's face for emphasis, which made the Scout cough before he snarled.

“Get yer hands off me, old man!” Scout said, “I'll play nice! And not 'cause you told me to. 'Cause I promised Sniper.”

“Good,” the Spy said.

He let go of the Scout with an irritable flick of his gloved hands and the Scout turned his nose up as they parted ways.


It was another hour before they struck gold. The Spy had been following the edges of the main strike force, slinking along, removing any little hitches as he came to them, and watching the windows above for a flicker of movement. He knew it would be hard to spot the man but not impossible. Of course, the easiest way to get a better idea of the RED Sniper's whereabouts was to watch the BLU Heavy and the BLU Medic, which the BLU Spy did with quiet amusement.

They were both such perfect targets. And the BLU Spy managed to keep his RED counterpart off them as he sought the guiding light of the RED Sniper's scope. There! Both his team mates fell with a loud squelch. The sight and sound left a chill in his heart but the respawn in the back of his mind soothed the fear that welled up, unbidden.

The BLU Spy promptly cloaked again and sauntered a few feet away, glancing around as he did. The only reliable place for the shots to have come from was the outpost. But as he looked into the open roost, he saw nothing. His gaze slid lower and with a jolt, he realized the RED Sniper was presently climbing back down the ladder, halfway to the ground.

Ah, if only he could find the boy this instant! But the BLU Spy would simply have to hope the BLU Scout had seen him too. It was the general area the Scout had slunk off to, after their little spat. There was some hope yet.


The RED Sniper was quite pleased with the way things were going. He was always a little on edge, expectin' that no good BLU spook to be right behind him, just as he was about to take a shot. But so far the bastard hadn't shown.

He'd found out why when he began to notice the spook closer to the fray than usual. He'd made a mess of the Engineer's hard work and even shanked the Soldier once. The RED Sniper had been giddy with the idea of getting a headshot off the spook, payback for all that damn backstabbing, but the damn BLU wouldn't stay still. He bobbed and weaved whenever he was visible and he remained cloaked as often as he could. Whenever he reappeared it was far from his original position.

Finally, the RED Sniper gave up and went back to picking off easier, more important targets. As he squeezed out the second shot, killing the BLU Heavy, the back of his neck began to tingle with the sensation of being watched.

“Be careful.”

The RED Sniper clutched at his chest with one hand and almost dropped his sniper rifle from the other as he turned to face... the RED Spy. Smug, shit-eatin' grin and all.

“GAH! Don't DO that to me, ya WANKER!”

“Pardon,” the RED Spy said.

He took a few steps back to give the RED Sniper more personal space and bowed with a flourish.

“I am simply here to warn you.”

The RED Sniper, now that he had calmed down, scowled and hefted his sniper rifle up defensively like a shield across his chest.

“'Bout what?” the Sniper asked, “How you like to give an honest bloke a heart attack?”

“Non,” the RED Spy said, “How the BLU Scout seems to be following you around.”

Sniper scratched his head at this, uncertain what that sentence even meant at first. He then gestured over his shoulder.

“You mean the Spy,” Sniper said.

“I meant what I said. Surely you have noticed the absence of one of your flightier targets today?”

The RED Sniper looked down at the open courtyard again and reflected that something had been missing but he hadn't been able to put his finger on what. The Scout was usually too quick to be a perpetual view in his scope. Whenever the RED Sniper had the chance, he snatched the opportunity up and cherished it as fondly as when he managed to kill the BLU Spy. But otherwise, he didn't give much thought to the BLU Scout's whereabouts.

He turned to face the RED Spy again and found that he was gone. Unsettling prick.

“Oi!” the Sniper called, “You still with me mate?”

He regarded the silence contemptuously and decided that he was truly alone, no hidden spooks this time. But what had he been on about? Come to think of it, he'd run into the BLU Sniper a few times, which was odd.

They normally avoided interacting with one another at all cost. Sniping was their best skill and melee was a fall-back plan at best. Attempting to head shot one another across the battlefield was easier, more efficient, and allowed them to aim for other targets if they couldn't get a bead on their counterpart. Normally they were quite good at this.

But today the bastard had kept popping up into where ever he'd been perched at the time, before disappearing just as quick. It had made the RED Sniper so nervous that he kept leaving quickly himself, catching sight of no one else as he made good on his escape. He'd begun wondering if it was some sort of passive-aggressive new tactic on the BLU Sniper's part, to steal all the best sniping spots for himself or to search out the RED Sniper's whereabouts before finding a good perch to aim from. But this strange new visit left him wondering if it had been the RED Spy that whole time.

Weird. The bastard had never tried protecting him before.

The RED Sniper decided it was time to go. He'd done well and there was no sense in overstaying his welcome. He'd find somewhere else and give the Demoman and the Soldier a go.

Two feet from the ground, clinging to the ladder with determination, the RED Sniper noticed something moving in the distance. He turned and before he knew it, the shadow of movement was bearing down on him, in the form of an urgent little messenger. FUCK! The RED Spy hadn't lied.

Why couldn't he have been lying?

Letting go and dropping soundlessly the rest of the way, the RED Sniper hit the ground, feet first. He only had enough time to straighten into a crouch and whipped out his kukri, sweat already slicking his brow. He was out of jars and he needed to run but outrunning a Scout was a lot harder than outrunning a Spy.

“AWWWRIGHT! Just the man I came to see!” the BLU Scout said, “WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN, YA LAZY FUCK?”

The Scout was actually... howling with laughter. The fuck? The RED Sniper dodged the initial swing of the bat, too easily, and then blocked the follow-up swing with his kukri. He grunted, pondering what he could use as a distraction.

“SPY!” the RED Sniper yelled, “Ya useless spook, NOW would be a good time to reappear!”

The BLU Scout grinned and jumped back without even looking around, tapping his bat on the hard packed dirt and then onto the stuff caked on his heels.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” the Scout said, “Shit, I never thought you'd be a sight for sore eyes. Then again, I never seen you this close before! C'mere.”

The RED Sniper brought himself up to his full height. He only stood a few inches taller than the Scout but he hoped that towering over him might do some good.

“Get lost,” the RED Sniper said, “I'm not playing with you.”

“I'm not playin' with you either,” the Scout said, “Baby, you're the duck and I'm the dog and I'm takin' you to the goddamn hunter hisself.”

The RED Sniper blinked, trying to make sense of anything he'd just heard. He decided he shouldn't be hanging around to find out when the Scout was already giving him an advantage by yammering at him.

“No thanks,” he said.

The Sniper tried to bolt around some crates, to buy some time, and ran headlong into something else equally hard but invisible. Shit! That bludger had been there the whole time?

“Ah, merci, Scout.”

A chill ran down the RED Sniper's spine as he was knocked back and regained his balance just in time to see that the bloody spook he was hoping to see was not the one decloaking in front of him. Before he could get his head back into the fight, a swing of the Scout's bat knocked his kukri right out of his hand, making him jump to face the Scout. There was a sudden jolt as the RED Sniper felt his arms being pinned behind his back, with surprising gentleness for a no good Spy, before he finally had wits enough to struggle.

“No,” the RED Sniper said, “NO!”

Whatever this was, whatever crazy scheme they had, he didn't want anything to do with it. Especially if it was as evil as he suspected. He'd heard stories of sadistic Spies, from everyone but the Spies themselves (well, the BLU Spy he couldn't ask but the RED Spy had only shaken his head and smiled with amusement.) Of course, the BLU Spy had always killed him as quickly as possible before, to keep his suits from getting stained, but now he wondered if the bastard was here for revenge.

“Hah hah hah, lookit him! Hot damn, this was easy!” the BLU Scout said, “Shit, I'm gonna rub it in that Sniper's face so hard for takin' us lightly.”

The RED Sniper, assuming the Scout meant himself, began to writhe against the BLU Spy's firm grip. In spite of the Spy's slightly shorter stature, he was no less muscular than the lanky outdoors man.

“You filthy wankers! I'll carve your nipples off if you torture me! I'll shoot the eyes right out of your heads every time I see your sick faces!”

The BLU Spy rested his cheek against the RED Sniper's shoulder and tsked. The RED Sniper shuddered and struggled more.

“Now, now. Is that any way to greet us after all we have done? You should be proud! We were going in circles for quite some time, trying to find you. It was no easy feat.”

“What are you on about?” the RED Sniper asked, “You find me all the time!”

“Non, it only seems that way, based on how often I have killed you when I did find you. The bad memories exaggerate the truth. And how clever of you to move so often! I had never suspected before and always assumed I was simply finding you in the last place I had looked, merely because it was the last place I had looked.”

The RED Sniper gritted his teeth and wished the BLU Spy's breath wasn't so hot on his throat. The over familiar touch and tone was frightening and anger at his own embarrassment kept his obstinace alive.

“Now, mon ami! As I instructed,” the BLU Spy said.

The Sniper barely had time to wonder what he meant before the BLU Scout was closing in. He winced, expecting a bat to his crotch or his head. Instead, the Scout draped one arm over the Sniper's shoulder and tapped the Sniper's chest with his hand, in what the Sniper would have interpreted as a very loose but friendly hug if he weren't being held hostage.

“Don't worry. I know how to make a knot so he ain't gonna be on your ass for long.”

The Sniper imagined the Spy must have looked displeased because the Scout snickered. Then the Scout let go, tugged a light blue bed sheet out of his bag, and walked around where the RED Sniper couldn't see. He felt his arms tugged straighter behind him and the BLU Spy no longer leaning against his back as something soft, presumably the bed sheet, was being twisted and turned over his wrists. His mind began to swim with what the implications of a bed sheet might mean and he gave a tentative tug that proved futile in aiding his escape.

“L-look mate,” the RED Sniper said, “Whatever it is, don't! I'm gettin' paid to do this, same as you! Piss on me if it's about the jarate! Just kill me and let me respawn if ya must.”

The BLU Spy tutted loudly and and the BLU Scout merely finished his handiwork. The RED Sniper struggled again but the sheet had been twisted into a proper rope and was still too strong to be tugged apart now. His kukri would have made short work of it but it lay on the ground as if it had abandoned him to his fate. The RED Sniper's mouth went dry and his mind went blank. He could have maybe kicked them and run but with two men to outmaneuver, one of them the speedy young Scout, it was pointless. He sank to his knees before he even realized neither of them was holding onto him anymore.

“Why?” the RED Sniper asked, “Why me?”

He looked up at them pitifully and was only thankful he was too terrified to cry.

The BLU Scout had a stunned look on his face, far from the cocky sneer the RED Sniper had expected to see. Even the BLU Spy seemed more sympathetic than amused.

“Shit,” the Scout said, “You're begging for mercy and we haven't even touched you?”

The RED Sniper snarled in spite of his despair.

“You haven't killed me yet so whatever you have in mind has to be worse than death!”

The BLU Scout grinned and crouched down until they were eye to eye.

“You're sayin' that now but just wait. It ain't gonna hurt and it'll all be over before you know it!”

He was startled again when the RED Sniper, instead of being cheered up, promptly wailed like a cat about to be drenched in water. The BLU Spy laughed, suspecting what these words had brought to Sniper's mind.

“We are not in the business of raping you, mon ami,” the Spy said, “Console yourself.”

This statement went over the BLU Scout's head at first but he blanched when he understood and he glared at the RED Sniper as if the RED Sniper had been threatening to rape him instead.

“Ewww! What the fuck, man?!” the Scout said, “Why would I ever... ugh! YOU keep that filthy shit to yourself, ya pervert.”

The RED Sniper was still trembling when he realized the BLU Scout was reaching out and, before he had fully wrapped his mind around the BLU Spy's words, putting his arms around him. This time he did recognize the motion as a hug and so it was with a jolt that he found himself hefted up and over the BLU Scout's shoulder. Out of instinct he flailed his legs, stopping with a shudder as the BLU Scout slowly straightened up, shifting his arms and placing one hand on the Sniper's ass as he did to keep him steady, though the BLU Scout quickly moved it to his leg after that.

“SHIT, you're heavier than you look,” the Scout said, “This ain't gonna be a fast trip.”

The RED Sniper squirmed awkwardly and gave the BLU Spy another pleading look.

“C'mon, mate! No hard feelings! Just let me go. I won't tell anyone.”

“Au contraire! In a moment, everyone will tell me what is going on here.”

The RED Sniper noticed the RED Spy walking up to them, pistol drawn, just as the BLU Spy turned, reaching for his own, and the BLU Scout turned around completely, leaving the Sniper to contemplate the wall instead.

“This is of no concern to you,” the BLU Spy said, “It is not a matter of RED's secret intelligence or Scout's mother.”

“HEY!”

“Pardon, mon ami. It passed my lips before I saw that you were still here,” the Spy said, “Now, we are taking our little package with us and we shall return him in one piece. If you would stop us, I will duel you but I will not be so kind in this matter.”

The RED Spy laughed.

“But of course!”

The RED Sniper watched the Spies fire and dodge almost in sync, their bullets glancing off each other before careening away. He would have marveled at such an accident, a sheer miracle of physics, if not for the jostling sensation underneath him as the two Spies quickly faded into the distance.

The BLU Scout was breathing loudly and not moving nearly as fast as usual but it was enough to jar the RED Sniper back into an introspective hell, wondering what was in store for him. The desert sun beat down on the back of his exposed neck mercilessly and he felt a few hot tears slide down from the corner of his eyes.


It wasn't long before the BLU Scout ran out of steam and began trudging through the shimmering desert air to conserve his energy, grumbling loudly. He shifted the RED Sniper from one shoulder to the other, but the action was so awkward that he only did it once.

“Damn, wish I could pull out a soda but yer more 'an a handful,” the Scout said.

The RED Sniper realized this new muttering was directed at him and, between panting and sweating profusely, actually licked his lips at the thought of whatever horse-swill the BLU Scout called soda.

“I... I'd grab it for ya, if my hands were free,” the Sniper said.

“NO way! None a' that psycologicality bull-shit!” the Scout answered, “I ain't stoppin' again.”

He'd learned that the Sniper was still desperate to escape, after the brief rest he'd taken. The Scout had to put the RED Sniper down on the ground so that he could sit but he'd made the mistake of putting the Sniper on his back instead of on his stomach. The RED Sniper had pushed himself into a sitting position with his hands, still tied behind him, and then lunged up with just enough momentum to get back onto his feet.

The BLU Scout had been taken by surprise, in the middle of drinking some Bonk, but before the RED Sniper could make a proper run for it, the Scout jumped up and looped one arm between the RED Sniper's own, then tugged him back by his restraints. The Sniper had kicked him and then cursed him ten ways to Sunday. That had been maybe ten or fifteen minutes ago.

“I'm thirsty myself, mate,” the Sniper admitted, “Just... untie my hands.”

“You take me for an idiot?” the Scout asked.

Rage filled the Sniper and he couldn't help but shout to drown out the Scout's complacence.

“I take you for a bloody sad tosser! NOW PUT ME DOWN!”

“Huh,” the Scout said, “Tosser... Is that English? Wha' da that even mean?”

“It's the same thing as a wanker, mate,” the Sniper said.

“Never figured that one out either. I mean, other than a insult,” the Scout admitted.

The RED Sniper sighed and wished he could dull the growing ache in the back of his head. He didn't give a shit if this kid knew anything but having nothing better to do, he decided to educate him.

“It's what you do when you're alone in bed, no one else around,” the Sniper said, “It's used as an insult because it's implyin' you're selfish and you only care about yourself. Got a much stronger connotation than it sounds, trust me.”

“W-what? What the hell do you know?!” the Scout said.

He sounded duly offended and the Sniper smirked to himself.

“You're shocked I know that? Everyone jerks off, mate. Get over yourself.”

The BLU Scout stopped abruptly and for a minute the RED Sniper thought he was going to drop him and that the Sniper would have a proper fight on his hands. Instead, he felt the BLU Scout lift one arm under his thigh and heard the distinct sound of knuckles on metal. He was... knocking?

The RED Sniper tried to peer around but couldn't twist enough to see without the potential for sliding off the boy's shoulder. The BLU Scout sighed.

“Shit. Forgot the fight wasn't over. Medic ain't gonna be here to open 'er up,” the Scout said.

He shifted and peered around as he thought and the Sniper was rewarded with a glimpse of what was in front of them. A pair of white doors with a blue cross painted on. It was the back of an ambulance.

Without warning, he was dropped to the ground, albeit gentler than the RED Sniper had worried. This time he was face down and spitting out dirt between muffled curses. The Scout wasn't as stupid as Sniper had hoped. He'd learned his lesson and wasn't taking chances.

“Just a minute... Medic's gonna be pissed,” the Scout said, “But hey, I'll do somethin' to make it up to him. You remember that if he asks!”

“WHAT? C'mon, kid, untie me!”

The sound of shattering glass broke through the haze of exhaustion, sweat, and fear that was slowly addling the RED Sniper's senses. He couldn't look up very well and he wasn't faced properly to get a good look but he could guess the Scout had broken in when the two back doors pushed outward to reveal the shadow-darkened interior.

“Wahooooo! We are in BIZNESS!” the Scout said.

He scooped the RED Sniper up, over the other shoulder now, and hopped back in with the kind of energetic youthful nimbleness that the Sniper might have been envious of if he weren't so wound-up. The ambulance provided wonderful protection from the unforgiving sun but the RED Sniper felt hardly any relief when he found himself dumped face down onto the gurney that was secured inside. His mind ran wild, ignoring the BLU Spy and BLU Scout's previous claims. This would be the perfect place to strap him in, tear off his trousers, and bugger him senseless. Sniper didn't like the idea one bit and followed the Scout's movements with unrestrained fear.

The BLU Scout didn't seem to notice him watching until he turned around, busy peeling his sleeveless team shirt off to reveal the sweat-soaked white tank top underneath. In the midst of pulling this up as well, he met the Sniper's gaze head-on and paused. His fingers tangled thoughtfully around the hem of the shirt before he grinned.

“Huh... bet you visit strippers all the time,” the Scout said.

It was such an odd comment. The RED Sniper swallowed louder than he wanted to, every self-made sound of fear painful to his ears, and lifted his shoulders enough to turn his face in the other direction. He couldn't fathom what the BLU Scout had meant but he didn't want to put anything remotely sexual in this kid's mind, in case he decided that now was the time to experiment with his captive.

“Man, my balls are soaked! I'd take my pants off if I could but then Sniper's gonna ask why the hell I'm in my undies.”

The RED Sniper was too panicked to wonder why the Scout was talking about him as if he wasn't right there in front of him.

“Yer damn right I would!” the Sniper said.

“Not you,” the Scout said, “Our Sniper! Jesus, you're stupid.”

The RED Sniper turned to face him, now substantially intrigued and a little emboldened at the mention of the BLU team's Sniper. He ignored the skinny, mostly hairless, sweat-soaked chest and glared into the Scout's narrowed blue eyes as best he could from that low of an angle.

“Why are you picking on me and not him? You got us confused or somethin'?”

The Scout sat down on the padded bench that was attached to the ambulance wall and grinned as if he'd just won the World Series. He pointed a thumb at himself proudly and gestured at the RED Sniper.

“HE said we weren't good hunters, me and Spy, so we made a bet. We bag you and we're awesome! As if there was any doubt in my case but I guess Spy needed to prove a point.”

The RED Sniper stared and then began to writhe against his bindings with renewed vigor spurred on by pure rage. He was going to KILL that fucking BLU when he saw him!

The BLU Scout just watched and leaned back against the wall. He gasped as he felt the metal against his bare skin but adjusted quickly. Then he closed his eyes, tipped his cap forward, and settled in, smug as ever.

The RED Sniper took awhile before he tired himself out. He knew he had to look ridiculous, trussed up like this. At least he wasn't being offered like a gift to his counterpart, complete with a bow. It did little to elevate his mood, pondering what that filthy New Zealander would say to him when he saw him like this. Was the BLU Sniper mocking him? He had always thought they had an amiable if not truly friendly rivalry going and calling in these tossers to do his dirty work was unprofessional, unmanly, and absolutely uncalled for.

“Oi!”

The RED Sniper was snatched, briefly, out of his fuming indignation when a warm pair of hands eased his aviators off the bridge of his nose, rough fingers nudging the ends out from behind his ears. He squinted and scowled at the Scout, wishing he'd reacted swiftly enough to bite.

The BLU Scout calmly ignored him and, after easing his headset off and setting it aside, slipped the aviators on. He glanced around him curiously and then spied the Sniper's death glare.

“How the fuck do you see in these? It's all blurry... and yellow.”

“They're prescription,” the Sniper growled, “Take 'em off! Don't break 'em.”

The BLU Scout remained seated where he was, his arms and back now resting against the wall again, and his legs confidently spread further apart. He looked like a king on his throne, even though the Medic really should have been the one acting the part given it was his damn vehicle. The RED Sniper wanted to say something else, anything that might work, but his mind was stalled as he took it all in. It was a bit blurry without his glasses, he saw better at a distance than he did up close, and it was still a fine sight to see. The Scout was trim and muscled. Had to be to carry the RED Sniper all that way. The Sniper sighed as he felt his cock twitch in his pants, pinned between himself and the gurney as it was...

Great. Now his body was betraying him too. He watched as the Scout idly scratched his crotch and wondered if the stupid ankle-biter had any idea how good he looked. Given the RED Scout's constant bragging back at base and the way this BLU Scout (who looked a fair bit like him) had been talking earlier, he had a guess the Scouts were similar in this manner and that the answer was yes.

Without a word, his aviators were returned, no worse for wear. The BLU Scout had gotten bored with them and the RED Sniper was simply grateful they weren't damaged when the little bastard had the nerve to steal his hat. Again, the Scout tried it on his own head and this time he laughed as he looked around, maybe pretending he was Saxton Hale, who the fuck knew?

“Ya gonna do that with my boots next?” the Sniper asked, “What are you, five?”

“Shut the fuck up!” the Scout said.

He promptly tore the hat off and slapped it back down onto the RED Sniper's head, jarring Sniper's chin. Then the Scout got up and wandered towards the front. The RED Sniper would have called after him, taunting him further, if he hadn't heard the sound of shoes crunching through the sand and dirt behind him. The sense of vulnerability made him hunch his shoulders, as if he could protect his neck that way. He couldn't turn to see who it was and waited in agony. Now that the Scout was no longer there to guard him, he could only hope this new visitor had no desire to kill him while he was so dangerously exposed.

“Ah, you are here. Now, where is...? Tut tut, Scout, you've made a mess. Attention! Medic will be furious,” the BLU Spy said.

The RED Sniper winced. He was used to being stabbed by the BLU Spy. Now was no different, even if the Scout had implied there was no reason for the Spy to kill him currently.

The BLU Spy walked by the gurney, gave the Sniper a curious glance, and then proceeded gingerly into the cabin of the ambulance. The RED Sniper noticed some cuts in the Spy's balaclava and wondered idly who had won the duel.

“How else was I supposed to get in?” the Scout asked, “Ain't this shit supposed to be unlocked?”

“It was locked because it isn't secure when it's outside the base. I neglected to consider that when suggesting it as our rendezvous point. I will remember next time,” the Spy said.

“What next time?” the BLU Sniper asked.

“Ahhhh! HERR SCOUT! MEIN GOTT, VHAT have you done?! DUMMKOPFS!”

The RED Sniper felt the last bit of fight leech out of him as he heard the BLU Medic threaten to beat and then strangle the BLU Scout with his own intestines. The BLU Spy promised Scout would clean it up and then the Scout argued with him, saying it was Spy's fault for not planning ahead better.

Something nudged the RED Sniper's cheek and he opened his eyes to see the butt of the BLU Sniper's rifle pulling away. He felt a hundred years old as their eyes met. Then the fire of rebellion began to stir again, ignited by knowing who to blame for his current shameful position.

“You,” the RED Sniper said.

He couldn't find the words that were mean enough for telling this man off so he put every spit-inducing stress on the one word he could pronounce right then.

“You did this to me,” the RED Sniper said, “How can you call yourself a decent human being?”

The BLU Sniper seemed taken aback and tugged on the brim of his hat nervously. He was probably used to the rampant swearing and insults the mercenaries used on a daily basis. The RED team was downright ferocious and even the RED Sniper had quickly fallen in with them after being killed so frequently. He didn't expect the BLU team was any different. Yet, the cold, quiet rage that had overtaken the RED Sniper was nothing like he usually exuded. The BLU Sniper had clearly never encountered this before and that information only fueled the RED Sniper's hatred.

“Do you have any idea what this was like? Do you?” the RED Sniper asked.

The BLU Sniper finally scowled and looked over at his team mates as they argued in the cab, completely ignoring the two Snipers.

“Oi, I told them to go easy on you,” the BLU Sniper said, “Was it the brat or the spook? Ugh, I'm betting the brat.”

He was using his rifle to nudge the Scout's shirts, where they'd been tossed onto the bench, and his lips curled up off his teeth with disgust.

The RED Sniper suddenly felt deeply ashamed. It made his stomach ache, realizing that one of the worst possible things, what the BLU had to be imagining right now and what he himself had worried about this whole time, was unfounded. For all the irritation he'd felt, they hadn't stabbed him, shot him, or set him on fire, let alone rape him. The BLU Scout hadn't smacked him but once and that was to disarm him. His hand didn't even sting now. Though that could be from the uncomfortable position making his arms fall asleep. It was prickling slightly as he shifted.

To his amazement, the BLU Sniper pulled out a Tribalman's Shiv and cut the knot around his wrists in one clean movement.

“'EY! That was MY sheet!” the Scout cried, “Damn it!”

He rushed in, evidently very pissed off with the way everything was going, and shoved the BLU Sniper aside as he tried to save his blue linen sheet from further damage, completely ignoring the fact he was now freeing the RED Sniper from bondage.

The RED Sniper flopped his arms down without the slightest bit of grace and wiggled himself upright like a trout going upstream. He fervently rubbed his hands across his arms and stretched, trying to restore proper feeling and remove the awkward nerve pinching. The BLU Scout shoved the BLU Sniper and the BLU Sniper must have shoved back because suddenly the RED Sniper was barreled over the gurney, the BLU Scout on top of him.

“Wanker!”

It came from both Snipers though it hadn't been in unison. The BLU Scout barely noticed the man under him and leapt up, getting right into the BLU Sniper's face in spite of the vicious blade the BLU Sniper quickly put between them.

“Stop zis now! I von't have you breaking anyzing else!” the Medic said.

He appeared suddenly, alongside the BLU Spy, to the left of the BLU Sniper. The BLU Medic held up one of his syringes and squeezed out the air, presenting it as a warning while grinning fiercely.

“I've got a lovely rabies shot here for anyone who disagrees vith me!” he said, “Go on. It vill do you some good. Herr Scout, it has been avile since your last check-up, ja?”

He said this while leaning in and the Scout leaned back reflexively. The Scout wasn't willing to give up just yet though. He spit into the BLU Sniper's face and got punched right in his buck teeth for it. The BLU Medic rammed the needle into the BLU Sniper's arm, going for whatever moved first, and the BLU Sniper howled.

“YOU CRAZY BASTARD!”

The RED Sniper, lying on his back on the gurney, realized that the BLU Spy had taken refuge on the other side of the thing and was standing by his shoulder. He was casually smoking a cigarette but didn't take his eyes off the three men near the RED Sniper's knees.

“Now, ve vill be calm. Ve vill make Medic a happy man. Vhat... vhat is zis? Ve do not take prisoners.”

The BLU Medic had looked to see where Spy had gone and was now distractedly readjusting his glasses as he stared at the prisoner in question. The RED Sniper felt awkward and fragile, his belly exposed, his kukri missing, and his ability to fight back completely shot to shit. Yet he still couldn't shake that light feeling of arousal. The only thing he could feel grateful for was that he didn't have a tent in his pants. He'd never live this down if not for that small blessing.

The BLU Medic frowned and turned to face the BLU Spy.

“Is zis your doing?”

“In a manner of speaking,” the Spy said.

He blew out a tendril of smoke and gestured at the BLU Sniper, who was angrily massaging his arm, and the BLU Scout, who was gingerly touching his bloody lips with one hand and trying to work out if anything was broken. They both turned to face the curious BLU Medic, who straightened his tie and waited, his anger falling into a bemused but evil grin.

“I can't believe you vould bring him HERE. Do you see zis ambulance as a make-shift 'horehouse?”

The Medic was giving the Scout a pointed look and the Scout rubbed the last of the blood away with his fist, still scowling, at the taste or the insinuation or both. The RED Sniper wasn't sure. He was too busy glaring at the Medic for essentially calling him a hooker, when the BLU Scout made RED Sniper jump and nearly fall to the floor.

“FUCK THIS!” the Scout said, “I am tired of you GOD DAMN CUNTS callin' me a ASS FUCKING FAGGOT! I ain't touched his ass! NO ONE HERE HAS TOUCHED HIS ASS! ...Unless someone needs to 'fess up.”

The Scout glared speculatively at all three and then at the BLU Sniper for emphasis. No one else said anything and the Scout sighed, a lot quieter this time.

“Shit... look. We won the bet. A deal is a deal. So pay up.”

The Medic was busy removing the needle, his expression bitter, and the BLU Sniper had calmed down enough to give the Scout a weary but amused glance between gritted teeth.

“Bloody piker.”

“There was no money in the bet,” the Spy said.

His mouth was hidden behind his hand as he rubbed his chin thoughtfully, giving the Scout a lazy, feline look. The Scout scratched his fingers through his short brown hair and blinked, wide-eyed.

“I knew that. What the fuck did we bet again?”

“Nothing. It was a matter of pride. Though I believe this has degraded everyone enough that we will have some trouble keeping it in tact,” said the Spy.

The RED Sniper knew that if anyone else on his team found out, he would never hear the end of it. The best he could hope for was that the RED Spy would blackmail him and not ask for anything too horrible in return. He had no idea quite what the BLU team would do to these yobs for kidnapping him. He hoped it was something fittingly nasty though.

“SHUT UP!” the Scout said, “I showed you! I showed you how IT IS done.”

He pointed two fingers at the BLU Sniper and did a pathetic attempt at a macho little victory dance that did involve a nice little wiggle of his hips. Then he sat down on the gurney and rounded on the RED Sniper, who realized he should have used their arguing to run the hell away while he had the chance. It was too late now. The thought hit home hard as the BLU Scout draped an arm over his shoulders and playfully boxed his ear.

“Hey, you ain't said nothin' in forever. Don't feel bad just 'cause I'm better than you at the shit you do. We can't be awesome all the time. 'S just not your day.”

The RED Sniper narrowed his eyes at this and began a staring match, which the BLU Scout zealously joined in. He wanted to wipe the smug right off the little twitchy prick's face but he was surrounded by BLUs. Not a good idea if he wanted to stay conscious.

“You ain't sniped anyone, mate,” the RED Sniper said, “I don't see how this pertains to me.”

“What?! Ain't you a hunter? Don't you shoot shit out in the woods or the bush or whatever the fuck you call the outdoors in Australia?” the Scout asked.

“Mmhmm. You still haven't shot me,” the RED Sniper said.

The BLU Scout was aghast until he realized the RED Sniper was simply egging him on. What else could he do? The BLU Scout laughed and buried his face into the RED Sniper's shoulder for a minute, which caused the RED Sniper to flinch and lick his lips. The kid was still half-naked and even though he couldn't feel the bare skin through his vest and team shirt, he could suddenly and easily imagine this kid doing the same thing in a proper bed. Damn it, why did he keep thinking like that? Probably because he wasn't used to seeing any of them even remotely unclothed.

When the Scout straightened up, he gave the RED Sniper a fierce grin, their noses only an inch from touching. It would have been more intimidating if the RED Sniper didn't have his mind in the gutter. As it was, he was grateful the kid wasn't about to kiss him. He wouldn't have known what to do with himself if Scout did that for shits and giggles, onlookers or not.

“I... caught... you... alive,” the Scout said, “You are a deadly motherfucker and... I grabbed you. I hauled you off like it was nothin', li'l miss princess. I didn't even have to brain ya. Wha' d' ya think about that, huh?”

The RED Sniper pulled himself together and growled.

“You didn't do anythin', ya bloody rootin' hooligan. The only reason you got me is because of Spy and you know it.”

The RED Sniper winced as the Scout balled his hand into a fist and clenched his arm back, expecting a black eye or a bloody nose for his trouble. Instead, the BLU Scout paused, searching his face for something, and then released the RED Sniper from his grip. He sat up straight and sneered as he looked over at the Sniper.

“You got a point there, buddy. I guess that means I gotta do this again sometime. How 'bout it?”

He kicked his feet playfully before easing off the gurney and the RED Sniper suddenly became acutely aware of the silence around them. The BLU Medic was pretending to ignore everything but he seemed disappointed by the BLU Scout's actions. Maybe he wanted a fight? The BLU Sniper was nonchalantly sitting between the open double-doors, whistling to himself as he peered into the badlands. The BLU Spy was staring at the BLU Scout openly.

“Why did you stop?” the Spy asked, “You might as well hit him. We can't leave him here.”

The BLU Scout scrunched up his brow at this and tapped his ear.

“What? What the hell do ya mean? You speakin' English right now? 'Cause I don't get it.”

The BLU Spy sighed and pulled out his knife with a flourish. Then he gestured at the RED Sniper, still nervously seated on the gurney, with a stabbing motion.

“We must kill him,” the Spy said, “There is no other sensible way to let him go.”

“WHAT?”

The RED Sniper jumped to his feet at this and anxiously slammed his back into the metal wall above the bench. He didn't dare sit down again but at least he had some protection. The BLU Scout eased in front of him and he found himself staring at tense, sweaty muscles, inches away. The Scout was fidgety, clearly not wanting to attack his own team mate and banking on the idea that the Spy wouldn't either.

The BLU Spy sighed again and put a hand to his forehead, shaking his head slowly. The BLU Sniper turned to see the commotion.

“'M afraid he has a point,” the BLU Sniper said, “If we just let him run off then it could be seen as a breach of our defense. Or worse, RED might think we're breakin' the unwritten rules and decide to get back at us durin' cease fire. We kind of overlooked this the other day. Sorry, mate.”

Then he went back to playing look-out

The RED Sniper was fairly certain the apology was directed at him but the BLU Scout seemed to think otherwise. He snorted.

“Apology not accepted, brutha! What if I just, I dunno, walked him over to RED's side? Like a guard or some shit?”

The Medic laughed. He was paying attention as he finished securing the last med-kit on its shelf.

“Don't be silly, Herr Scout! Zey vill take it the same as if ve had let him run free. Zere is no mercy in trying to send him back alive anyvay. He vill be ridiculed for zis capture! Perhaps fired.”

The Spy said, “If we kill him quickly, with the least amount of pain, he shall appear in the Respawn, no worse for wear. It will send the message that we are not to be trifled with and if he simply keeps his mouth shut or tells a good lie, the REDs will think it was delayed or that he was harassed on his return trip. It's not as if our Sniper doesn't linger after the fray sometimes.”

The RED Sniper sank a little with despair. They had a point. What was he going to tell his team when he returned?

“The Spy knows,” the RED Sniper said, “Our Spy. I'm rooted either way.”

The BLU Sniper gave the RED one a sympathetic look and murmured another apology. The RED Sniper was now too angry at him to acknowledge it.

Everyone was startled when the BLU Scout, who looked from team mate to team mate, suddenly clenched his fists and exploded with frustration.

“GOD DAMN IT THIS IS MY CATCH AND I'LL THROW HIM BACK HOW I WANNA!”

After recovering from the shock of something so loud and so close, the RED Sniper couldn't help but snicker. A tantrum? Really.

“You don't like the word 'no', do you mate? Come off it. You be the one to... to dispatch me and we'll call it even. At least then I can swear I didn't spill anything and I got killed for my silence.”

The BLU Scout turned around sharply and grabbed the RED Sniper's shoulders, shaking him briefly before outright pinning him to the wall and snarling in his face. The RED Sniper would have flinched but the Scout hadn't actually hurt him, in spite of his outrage. It was kind of funny. Perhaps resisting the urge to kill was what angered the BLU Scout so much. He wasn't used to pulling his punches on the enemy but his determination to do what he wanted meant he had to.

“You listen to me, Aussie. I am gonna march your scrawny ass across that desert and leave you on your fuckin' doorstep and you know what? NO ONE IS GONNA SEE IT! You wanna know why? NO ONE PAYS ATTENTION TO ME! Got that? NO ONE NOTICES ANYTHING I DO unless I brain 'em or break their kneecaps. And NOBODY fuckin' pays attention to you either unless they got a red dot floatin' on 'em!”

The BLU Scout grabbed the RED Sniper's face at the end of his tirade, to keep him from looking away. When the RED Sniper could do nothing but stare in shock, he let go and glanced at the others. The Medic coughed into his hand and sidled up to the Scout carefully.

“I have sedatives, if you need zem. Not you,” he said to the RED Sniper, “You.”

He was looking at the Scout on that last word and the Scout pouted, before smacking him away. Not roughly but as a warning. He was not amused. The Medic chuckled and pointed at the front seat.

“Just remember, Herr Scout. You are cleaning zis up vhen you return, be it the Respawn or your own villpower. I vould also recommend inquiring vhere a replacement can be found as you vill pay for zat yourself, ja?”

The Scout nodded and grumbled but he'd already committed himself to it. He ignored the BLU Spy and the BLU Sniper, until the BLU Sniper stood and walked over to offer something to the RED. Then the Scout jumped a little and rounded on the BLU Sniper.

“Fuck man! You tryin' to get me killed?!” the Scout asked.

His kukri! The RED Sniper took it gratefully and gave it a thoughtful look. He could slash the Scout's guts out, after all. He wouldn't make it far after injuring the Scout, they'd kill him for sure, but he didn't like the idea of being marched around for someone else's misguided pleasure anyway. The Scout didn't even pull out his baseball bat, he simply held his palms open and outward, beseechingly. He bit his lower lip and his buck teeth became more prominent. His worried brow showed that he understood the situation yet he wasn't defending himself. He met the RED Sniper's gaze, blue eyes pleading.

He knew the Scout didn't fear death. Not even after the cease fire, because the Respawn would pick them up eventually and spit them back out whole and uninjured. There were sometimes scars but nothing beyond that ever lingered. It made merciless, gleeful killing machines out of everyone, until the bleeding remains of their enemies were an unspoken pleasure of life. A secret gift that few spoke of.

The Scout reached out and patted his arm, slowly. As if he knew the friendly touch wouldn't do much good but he needed to try any way. The RED Sniper stared, clutching the kukri tighter than before. The Scout's voice cracked a little.

“I promised, man. Nobody gives a shit anymore but I promised I wouldn't hurt ya,” the Scout said, “Don't make a jerk out o' me.”

The RED Sniper deflated at this, all tension leaving him so suddenly that he sank to the bench beneath him with a slow exhale of breath. So, that was it? All this time, the Scout had been clinging to what he'd said when he was trying to reassure the RED Sniper about his intentions. He never would have expected the Scout to be an honorable man but maybe that was what he clung to when he told himself he was still a good person, deep down. That was why the RED Sniper held onto his own standards, even though they had loosened out here in this hell hole.

The other BLUs weren't looking at him anymore. Apparently this revelation had left them in speechless discomfort. The BLU Sniper sauntered out the double doors without another word. The Spy looked at the Medic an