Note: This fan-fiction is written from the view of the RED (Reliable Excavation Demolition)-team’s Scout on the map ctf_2fort.
”Time for another round then, I guess”, I said to my friends while loading more bullets into my scattergun.
We were standing at the resupply room and everyone was doing the same: checking their equipment and talking to each other. I was happy for the fact that my team included all of my friends: Soldier, Pyro, Demoman, Heavy, Engineer, Medic, Sniper and Spy.
”Yo Scout, what’s your plan?” asked Demoman with his Scottish accent.
”I’m not sure”, I replied after thinking for a while. ”But probably I’ll just jump to the roof on the bridge and rush to their intelligence”
”Sounds like a plan”, said Soldier. ”We’ll cover you from a distance.”
Suddenly, the doors opened. It was time for us to move. Me being the fastest, I was the first one to exit the door. Thoughts were moving through my head. What if the enemy catches me during my jump from the roof to their balcony? It would be a worst case scenario. I started running as fast as I could. I jumped from our balcony to the roof on the bridge. It was a success. As I dashed over the roof, I began my second jump. I flew through the air for a while. Suddenly, I stopped in mid air. At the same time, I saw the outlines of a man.
”Damn you, Spy!” I shouted.
”Weren’t you supposed to be good at dodging?” he mocked me.
The ”thing” which I collided with was a BLU (Builders League United)-team’s Spy. He was fully cloaked until I collided with him so I had no idea of his presence. My plan had foiled. I had to choose an alternate route. I decided to go through the sewers.
While I was running in the sewer, I heard the sounds of a struggle from ahead. I took my scattergun from my back and started to sneak. The sounds grew stronger. I could identify that it was a fight between our Demoman and enemy teams’s Heavy. Luckily, when I arrived, the Heavy had his back turned against me and was just about to deal a lethal blow to our Demoman with his fist. I quickly changed my weapon to my trusty old baseball bat and knocked Heavy unconscious.
”Thanks lad”, said Demoman. ”I owe you one”
”No problem”, I replied. ”Just buy me a Bonk! Atomic Punch once and then we’re even.”
I continued proceeding forwards to the enemy base. When I arrived at the stairway, I heard a buzzing noise and a scream from above. The scream came from the enemy team’s Engineer getting stabbed by our Spy’s knife. The buzz came from the enemy’s sentry gun getting sapped by an electro-sapper. I was going to say thanks to our Spy, but he had already disappeared. He’s such a sneaky fellow.
I was quickly approaching the enemy’s inner base. As I was running down the hallway, I heard footsteps from behind. I quickly hid behind the corner. I waited until he was almost at the corner. I quickly took my scattergun from my back and ensured it was loaded. I peeked behind the corner and fired. The bullets flew from the gun and hit the enemy’s Scout. I went behind the corner again. I heard him scream in pain. I peeked again and fired another shot. After the smoke that came from the gun had cleared, I looked at the ground. There was the Scout’s dead body on the ground. I turned around and headed for the intelligence briefcase.
After I had arrived at the intelligence room, I took a quick look around. I didn’t notice anything out of the ordinary so I quickly took the briefcase and put it on my back.
”Alert! The enemy has taken our intelligence!”, said the administrator through the speakers. That was what the enemy team heard.
From that point on, the BLU-team knew where I was. They could easily find out where I headed because of the tracking device in the briefcase, but it’s the risk that has to be taken, because the intelligence briefcase needs to be captured in order to be victorious and receive a reward from the administrator.
I started running as fast as I could towards our base. After I got back to the daylight from the hall, I encountered enemy team’s Heavy. I got an idea. Since the Heavy is easy to provoke, I decided to use that as a plan.
”Hey bald guy, how about you give me that sandwich of yours”, I said. ”I got a little hungry from all this running and I don’t think you will need it soon anymore because you will be dead.”
”Hey, nobody touches my sandwich”, he said with his Russian accent.
I ran towards him with my baseball bat in my hand and took his sandwich from his hand. Then I swung my bat and hit him in the head. He didn’t really care about me hitting him. He cared more about the sandwich. I heard him shout and he picked up his minigun. Luckily the Heavy is so slow that I could run behind the corner on their balcony before I got hit by his gun. I put the sandwich to my pocket and jumped on the roof on the bridge. So far so good.
After arriving on the other side of the roof, I jumped on our balcony. I started heading towards our intelligence room, so I could end this round as soon as possible. I only forgot one thing. The BLU Sniper. As I was exiting the balcony, I heard a loud bang. That was the sound of a sniper rifle. Fraction of a second later, I felt an immense amount of pain in my right arm. My scattergun fell to the ground. I screamed instinctively. I was on the verge of losing consciousness. I looked at my hand. It was crippled and bloody. Was that it? The end of my victorious road as the trusted intelligence carrier? No. I couldn’t accept it. I wasn’t dead. Everything wasn’t lost yet. I knew what I had to do.
”Medic!” I shouted. ”Medic!”
I saw a man in a white uniform heading towards me. He had red rubber gloves and a device called the ”medi-gun”.
”Let’s practice medicine!” he shouted eagerly with his German accent. ”Don’t worry about it.”
I closed my eyes. I heard a sound that somewhat resembled a vacuum cleaner. After a few seconds, my hand was back to normal. It was like magic.
”Thanks doc”, I said to him.
When I arrived at our intelligence room, our Engineer was there to greet me.
”Nice going, partner”, he said.
”Piece of cake”, I replied.
I took the briefcase from my back and put it on the desk.
”Victory!” shouted the adminstrator.
The round was over. A well-earned victory.
I was proud of myself. Surely my team had done a great job but it was I, who had secured the intelligence briefcase. I ran outside to the daylight with my hands up. We celebrated our victory during the humiliation round. I heard Soldier’s voice from a distance:
”My rocket launcher is thirsty for blood, maggots”, he shouted.
After the match we went to the Mann Co. store and bought some new weapons and outfits. It was just an ordinary day in my life as the RED-team’s Scout.
