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No. 3014
Haha, thanks everybody. I’m glad this is liked. Yes, this was inspired by Cashew, I’m sorry that I didn’t say that the other night. I wasn’t paying attention. I love playing with Scout as the story’s ‘voice’, he’s such a spazz, but it’s Spy’s turn.
IF YOU WANT TO KEEP THE STORY SIMPLE, STOP HERE. If you like a bit of complexity, go right ahead and keep reading.
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“Whatt’er you doin here? I ought’a have your head after that stunt you pulled the other day.”
“And I should rip out your Spy’s Respawn device and kill ‘im for real for what ‘e did to ME s’e osser day,” the RED retaliated to the shorter man. The BLU’s Engineer was, for some reason, standing at the front of his base, arms folded and looking none-too-happy. He had been waiting for the Scout, most likely, though Spy had no idea how the Engineer knew that the boy had left his base in the middle of the night.
Spy shifted so that he was holding Scout more comfortably. He’d opted to hold the boy piggy-back instead of slinging him over the shoulder. He remembered watching his BLU counterpart carry the dead Sniper like a sack of potatoes a few days ago, and that was disrespectful enough. He couldn’t do that to Scout.
Engineer frowned deeply, and Spy could tell even with goggles on that the Engineer was glaring at him.
“Look. That was jus’ta bring you outta hiding, he’d planned that stunt the whole time—“
“What eef Scout ‘ad been watching, what eef he ‘ad been S’ERE when he showed those photographs—“
“Well the only people who respect what you an’ the boy have were DEAD and had to wait a whole day for Respawn to kick in.” The Engineer’s voice was loud as he interrupted the Spy (just because he was angry that Spy had interrupted him in the first place). He was obviously upset at the RED’s killing spree, but Spy didn’t care. He was doing what he felt had been necessary, that’s all there was to it.
The two glared at each other for a very long time, both contemplating what to do or say. Finally, Spy grabbed Scout off of his back and held him in his arms, steadying him the best he could as he handed the boy to Engineer. Engineer took the BLU bridal style, the kid’s head lolling around and his limbs dangling awkwardly.
“What’d you to do him?” Engineer looked up at Spy, curiously. He didn’t kill the kid, surely… Even if there was Respawn, it seemed like a heartless thing to do to your flesh and blood. Spy shook his head, digging through his pockets to find a cigarette. He’d left the disguise kit back in his room at RED base, so he had to smoke something not issued by the company.
“Nothing too drastic. A bonk on the head,” he said dully. Engineer rolled his eyes behind his goggles.
“Cute. Yer accent’s gone, by the way.”
Spy blinked, looking at the Engineer, who couldn’t help but smirk at the circumstances. He had forgotten his accent? How was that even possible, after all of that training, after years of practice? He was shocked, so much so that he felt a bit nauseated. But he kept it together, he didn’t need the Engineer to find something else degrading to point out. Spy cleared his throat in an attempt to get back into character, to try to salvage his persona, but Engineer held up a hand. He was smiling a little.
“It’s between you an’ me and our Sniper, don’t worry. I won’t tell the boy anything. Shoot, I can’t imagine what he’d do if he knew.”
Spy nodded, “Yes… And do me a favor, sil vous plait.” He knew that he was trying too hard now, he sounded fake. Sprinkling French into his dialogue wasn’t helping matters much.
“What is it?”
“His tags… do not read his dog tags. He would be crushed.” Spy found himself being strangely honest with the Engineer from the other team. He wasn’t even this familiar with any of his teammates, he loathed the lot of them. He felt more connected to BLU, perhaps it was because of Scout.
“Don’t you worry, I ain’t gonna see what his name is,” Engineer chuckled quietly. He shifted his arms to get a better grip on Scout. No matter how much Spy wanted to scowl, he kept a straight face. It wasn’t Scout’s name… it was *his*.
“Go back to your base, partner. It ain’t safe here, even if Sniper and I are givin’ ya a break.”
Spy nodded quietly and turned to go. This meeting with Scout tonight had shaken him more than he thought it would. He knew that the boy had dropped his dog tags earlier that day. He hadn’t really expected the boy to come to get them so soon, but Spy was glad that he had been there anyway, just in case. He spoke with Scout in his usual coldness, not wanting to reveal anything to the boy. But he couldn’t help it.
Scout was a proud boy, always had been. He was strong in his head, he had to be with his older brothers. The youngest of eight, he was constantly picked on and beaten up. Maybe that was why Scout had been Spy’s favorite, not just the fact that he (along with the second-youngest brother) was actually Spy’s son, but he felt terrible for the boy. Spy knew what it was like to be the underdog, so he rooted for his son no matter what. He loved the boy.
Which was why he had been shocked when Scout had begun to cry… over him. That hurt like no other, overriding any pain that Respawn caused. He felt terrible for what he had been told, for abandoning him and the other boys all those years ago.
Spy stopped walking as he got to his side of the bridge, leaning up against one of the support beams that held the unstable roof. He closed his eyes, sighing and dragging heavily on the cigarette. He took a few deep breaths before trying to speak, his voice soft and strangely unsure.
“My name ees Spy, I work weeth s’e RED team…” he worked through the sentence that he had been taught, the first sentence that he had been taught, and it seemed harder than ever before. He ground his teeth in annoyance as he brought the cigarette away from his lips to breathe smoke out through his lips.
“Fuck. All of that training, and my son has broken it.” He sighed to himself, going back into his thoughts. He remembered when he started with RED, when his skills were new and exciting, when he was still a Bostonian. First he had been coached to lose his accent completely, to adapt what is supposed to be a ‘typical American’ accent. He excelled at that, his mimicking skills flourishing under the pressure to learn so quickly. So the higher up’s at RED thought that he was ready for the next step.
They brought in a Frenchman who was suave, dangerous, and deadly. From then on, Spy was basically trapped in a room with the man, only able to leave to sleep. The RED higher up’s would bring food every day, the only other human contact that he had, but it was basically a total emersion between Spy and this other man.
He learned to copy the Frenchman. Every action, every word, how he walked and moved, his likes and dislikes. They gave him several tests after that. He passed each of them, and then he was a Spy.
It wasn’t really that simple, but that’s how Spy liked to think of it. He didn’t want to remember the weeks of isolation with that strange Frenchman. He was just glad when it was over, when he had mimicked the man and was able to mimic others. He was later told that the original Frenchman was a Spy, the first Spy.
He didn’t like to think about what RED was planning, or what happened behind the scenes. He just did what he was told. He supposed that was why he felt so bad now, because he never even tried to establish a relationship here at 2Fort with his son. His job came before anything else, his new persona was the only thing that mattered.
At first he didn’t recognize Scout as his son. The boy had been very young when his job at RED brought him out to the desert. It took him awhile of watching the boy on the battlefield, reading Intelligence, and listening to the BLU team casually during after hours to realize that this was his son. He was shocked at first, afraid more than worried. Why would his son be out in this horrible place—why would his mother *let* him?
Unfortunately, he had never found the answer to his questions, and so he kept an eye on the boy while at the same time fighting against him. It was degrading, being killed by his boy on the battle field, but he had a feeling that if the Respawn wasn’t active that Scout—and maybe everyone here—would be more weary of his killing sprees.
He had to talk to the boy.
He realized this, and threw his long dead cigarette on the ground and began to walk back to his base, to his team—his Scout. The damn boy was so *different*, there wasn’t even a consolation in watching RED’s Scout and pretending that he was BLU’s. It made him angry just thinking about it, so he pushed that thought out of his mind and focused on more important things.
Like what he was going to tell his son.
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Next bit ya’ll get more Scout loving, as well as an explanation to what Engie and Sniper have to do with all this.
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