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No. 12731
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Reza thought he was a reasonable fellow. A nice, strapping young Sniper who was prone to amazing headshots from time to time. There was, however, a limit to his patience.
"Da healz?" A thick German accent questioned from behind him. Reza sighed, not once glancing away from his scope as he fired another shot, hitting an enemy Scout in the face.
"No, Skippy. I'm alright, mate." He shifted, settling down behind the boards of the upper 2Fort balcony. He could still feel the presence of their Medic behind him, shifting the Kritzkrieg in his hands and gloves squeaking loudly.
"You need da healz now?" Skippy queried, stepping towards the Sniper. With a sigh, the Aussie shot an incoming Demo in the neck and glanced back and up at Medic. They stared at one another before Skippy's wandering eye began to float upwards.
"JA?" Skippy barked, pulling back the lever on his medigun as soothing red came out to wash over Sniper, doing nothing more than fueling his irritation. "Skippy- I don't need you to bloody heal me. Go find someone else." He snapped, turning back and glancing through his scope to see the enemy Sniper taking aim at him. He cursed, ducking behind the wooden barrier as a shot rang out and Skippy's body crumpled to the ground.
"Bloody hell." Reza cursed, cocking his gun and moving to return the shot.
He hit the enemy Sniper, reloading fast enough to shoot him through the heart before the man could react. Grinning wickedly to himself, Sniper tipped his hat at the dead body from across the fort, shifting his seat as the sound of footsteps came up behind him. Creaking leather accompanied the thick, slightly nasal voice.
"YOU NEED DA HEALZ?"
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