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Chapter 7-The Extra PieceThe Spy entered the medical ward, carrying a bowl of soup. The Sniper looked up and took it gratefully. He began to gulp it down ravenously.
The Frenchman snorted. "You said you didn't need anything."
The Sniper was too occupied with his food. He finished and wiped his mouth with his sleeve. The Australian looked up, smiling jokingly at the Spy.
"Oy, I wasn't hungry 'til now," he said. "'nd besides, when did I ever hear you offer food ta me?"
The Spy laughed. "Glad to see you are feeling like yourself again. I assume you gave me this?" The Spy showed the RED Sniper a Dead Ringer.
The Sniper nodded. "Thanks fer th' cake, too." The Spy smiled and placed the Dead Ringer on the Sniper's bedside table.
"How are you feeling today?"
"Eh, still a littl' weak, but that's nothin'."
The Spy nodded. Suddenly, the Medic appeared at the door.
"Herr Spy, ze Soldier vants to interrogate you again," the man said with clenched teeth.
The Spy rolled his eyes. "Tell him I'm busy."
The Medic shook his head
Chapter 6-The Extra PieceThe Spy sat outside of the medical ward. His face was hidden by his hand, and he was smoking a cigarette. He was thinking.
He was very confused.
First, his friendship with the RED Sniper. Why had he made friends with the enemy, anyways?
Second, there was the incident during the Attack/Defend match in which the Sniper singled the Spy out and attacked him viciously. The Spy was furious and confused. Why had the Sniper attacked him if they had established they were friends?
The last event was probably the most confusing of all. The Sniper had shown up with a broken leg, several cuts and hypothermia. The Medic's examination had shown that the Australian had been outside for about six hours.
But the Attack/Defend match had ended two hours before the Spy had found the Sniper.
The Spy rubbed his eyes, trying to clear his head. The Medic had shooed him out of the medical ward when he had tried to visit the Sniper. The German had said, "Go away, schnell. All of zis attention is not good
I Want to LiveI want to live in a world of colors.
I want to live in a world of quiet.
But in order to live....
I must live in a world of dullness.
Of grey tones.
I must live in a world of suffering.
For without one, what is the other?
Chapter 5-The Extra PieceThe Sniper woke up to cold. He groggily opened his eyes. The window was open, and a light snow was falling. He got up and shut the window. The bushman shivered and gazed outside. A layer of white covered everything.
The Sniper had only seen snow a few times. Snow was rare in the Badlands, and snow never fell in Australia. But there it was: snow everywhere.
The Sniper closed his eyes. The snow brought back painful memories. He shook his head, trying to clear it. He put on his uniform and went outside to build some new memories.
He leaned against the side of the building, smiling as the small white flakes drifted around him.
All was quiet. The snow fluttered onto the ground.
Suddenly, the Australian was whacked in the side of the head with a frying pan. He crumpled to the ground, unconscious.
Ms. Pauling dragged the body into a car and drove off.
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“Hello, Mr. Mundy. Did you have a nice nap?”
The Sniper’s eyes snapped o
Chapter 4-The Extra PieceThat day, the REDs won the sudden death thanks to a last-minute capture made by the Scout. At the end of the match, only the Spy, the Scout, and the Sniper had remained alive.
The Sniper walked to the respawn room to find the rest of his teammates. They had clearly just respawned, as they were blinking groggily or stumbling around the room. The Demoman came up to him, holding up a bottle of scrumpy.
“Cheers, mate!” the Scotsman said. “We won! Have a pint!”
The Sniper politely took the bottle and took a sip, trying not to gag. He hated drinking, as it made him loose his focus while scoped. He smiled a little after thinking about what the Demoman had said. Despite having saved the BLU Spy, his team still won.
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The woman watched the two teams, paying close attention to the BLU Spy and the RED Sniper. After replaying a couple of videos, she motioned to her assistant.
“Ms. Pauling, what do you see here?” th
Chapter 3-The Extra PieceHumming "Waltzing Matilda" to himself, the Sniper started up his camper van. He maneuvered it onto the road and began to drive towards 2Fort. No thoughts of the BLU Spy troubled him. All he thought of was how many headshots he would get this time.
In about 30 minutes, he arrived at the twin fortresses. The Sniper had once walked through both during the orientation tour, and was surprised to see how similar the two buildings were design-wise.
He saw some of his teammates walking into the building. He heard the sound of someone approaching. The Sniper turned to look at the Medic. "Hullo there, Medic."
"Guten tag, Herr Sniper," the German said. "I am thinking of Übercharging ze Scout to capture ze intelligence easily."
The Sniper saw the RED Spy, and the BLU Spy immediately popped into his head. Oy, not again! He tried to suppress the thoughts. The Medic peered at him.
"Are you alright, Herr Sniper?"
"Uh yep. All's well."
The Medic stared at him for a minute, then shrugge
Chapter 2-The Extra PieceThe Sniper woke up to a bugle being blasted in his ear. His eyes snapped open and he clamped a hand to his ear.
"OW!" he yelped. He turned to look at the Soldier, who was badly playing some sort of army tune. The Australian glared at him. "Was that really necessary, mate?"
"YOU! GET UP AND MEET OUTSIDE OF THE BASE NOW! THE ENTIRE TEAM IS RUNNING TEN LAPS AROUND THE BASE AND DOING 100 PUSH-UPS!" The Soldier paused to take a breath. "OUR PREFORMANCE YESTERDAY WAS A DISAPPOINTMENT! I DO NOT WANT TO SEE THAT AGAIN!"
And he marched out the door. The Sniper felt a twinge of guilt. He could have easily headshot the Medic and Heavy pair, but instead, he dealt with the BLU Spy.
And the Spy! The Sniper had been bested by the shape-shifting rat like an amateur. The only reason the Spy didn't kill him was to save him from an explosion. The Sniper became angry. HE, a professional assassin, had to be saved by a lowly, backstabbing, cowardly-
"I DON'T HEAR YOU MOVING, MAGGOT!"
The Sniper quick
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