The announcer's voice echoed through the battlefield.
Mission ends in 10 seconds.
Rémi looked down onto the battlefield from his vantage point - a pipe running above RED's final capture zone. The BLUs were making their last push - the sound of bullets and explosions echoed under him. They only needed to protect it for 10 more seconds. He heard their Engineer's sentry gun explode.
5
4
He tightened his grip on his knife - and jumped down onto the battlefield, sneaking behind the enemy Heavy, and plunging it into his enormous back.
3
2
He never heard the end of the countdown. His body was riddled with hot metal as the BLUs instantly noticed his presence.
He groaned when he opened his eyes once again in the spawn room. Another, in a long string of losses for the REDs. He straightened his suit and headed to the common-room. He was not in the mood for socialising - but after this kind of defeat, rarely anyone was.";
Mission ends in 10 seconds.
Rémi looked down onto the battlefield from his vantage point - a pipe running above RED's final capture zone. The BLUs were making their last push - the sound of bullets and explosions echoed under him. They only needed to protect it for 10 more seconds. He heard their Engineer's sentry gun explode.
5
4
He tightened his grip on his knife - and jumped down onto the battlefield, sneaking behind the enemy Heavy, and plunging it into his enormous back.
3
2
He never heard the end of the countdown. His body was riddled with hot metal as the BLUs instantly noticed his presence.
He groaned when he opened his eyes once again in the spawn room. Another, in a long string of losses for the REDs. He straightened his suit and headed to the common-room. He was not in the mood for socialising - but after this kind of defeat, rarely anyone was.";
Countdowns, countdowns, countdowns … god, she hated them. Usually everyone on the losing team floundered when the Administrator's voice croaked out that little sequence of five numbers. Meanwhile, whilst the failures were trying to hide from the inevitable last second dominations, the winning team decided to put on a brief show of brutality. Salting the wound was fun, sure, but only if it was you doing the dirty deed.
The inevitable loss that had been repeated for quite some time now was not an enjoyable experience and whilst Shaz had hoped that this time they'd fix their somewhat pathetic losing streak, RED team was probably getting worse. It irked her right down to the very core. She'd disappeared from the spawn room quick as a bullet, lacking the desire to hear the exasperated sighs of whoever else was getting frustrated over the losing streak. Maybe if they actually tried to do some damn work for once …
As always, however, she found solace as she lay on one of the common room couches, hands over her face to rub at her tired eyes before she thrusted them into her pockets. The sound of another approaching caught her attention and she pushed up with her elbows so she could catch a glimpse of whoever was coming this way. It was the team's spy (who frankly, you couldn’t really see on the battlefield so you couldn't really gauge their usefulness) and the scout grunted slightly as she sunk back down into a more comfortable position. May as well be civil.
“Nice goin' out there today.”
The inevitable loss that had been repeated for quite some time now was not an enjoyable experience and whilst Shaz had hoped that this time they'd fix their somewhat pathetic losing streak, RED team was probably getting worse. It irked her right down to the very core. She'd disappeared from the spawn room quick as a bullet, lacking the desire to hear the exasperated sighs of whoever else was getting frustrated over the losing streak. Maybe if they actually tried to do some damn work for once …
As always, however, she found solace as she lay on one of the common room couches, hands over her face to rub at her tired eyes before she thrusted them into her pockets. The sound of another approaching caught her attention and she pushed up with her elbows so she could catch a glimpse of whoever was coming this way. It was the team's spy (who frankly, you couldn’t really see on the battlefield so you couldn't really gauge their usefulness) and the scout grunted slightly as she sunk back down into a more comfortable position. May as well be civil.
“Nice goin' out there today.”
The common room was just as quiet as Rémi expected it to be. A couple of the older men solemnly played cards in the corner, slowly getting drunk. Others were already drunk. The atmosphere was grim. Rémi told himself they only needed one good win and things would be back to normal. He'd always yearned for more quiet around base - but already begun to miss the energy of the team.
His pale eyes flicked to the Scout slightly surprised by the lack of arrogance he'd come to associate with the various scouts he'd worked with. He sat alongside her on the frayed couch, taking a cigarette from his case - lighting up. He took a deep drag, and closed his eyes - before offering one to Sharon.
"Thank you," he replied quietly - his voice distinctly lacking energy. "You too," he added politely. He massaged his temple through his balaclava. "We'll get them tomorrow," he added weakly.
His pale eyes flicked to the Scout slightly surprised by the lack of arrogance he'd come to associate with the various scouts he'd worked with. He sat alongside her on the frayed couch, taking a cigarette from his case - lighting up. He took a deep drag, and closed his eyes - before offering one to Sharon.
"Thank you," he replied quietly - his voice distinctly lacking energy. "You too," he added politely. He massaged his temple through his balaclava. "We'll get them tomorrow," he added weakly.
The energy of the team had been replaced with gnawing disappointment, yes, and for once it was getting to her too. She hated losing. She wanted to win. That was all that mattered right now. Winning a round would be more than enough to spur on the others.
The offering of a cigarette from the spy was much appreciated and Shaz mumbled a brief “thank you” herself, taking it from his case and lighting it with her own lighter. She took a drag, gently blowing out a stream of wispy smoke and sinking back into the couch. She didn't smoke much anymore on the job but with these constant losses it was the only way she could relax, even for a moment. Well, at least that's how she justified it. She'd like to say she smoked less when they weren't losing but there really wasn't any difference at all.
“Ta very much,” she grinned, accent thick on her tongue, “yeah, 'opefully everyone'll pull their stuff together.” She was so close to getting their point back but their push out,arched her capture and, well, ding! It was all over and that last attempt at salvaging the battle was over. No point in crying over spilt milk, though. Things just didn't plan out well enough. “Not sure how much longer I can go with the Admin tellin' me 'm a failure.” If the scout heard the old hag croak that line one more time she might end up popping a blood vessel.
The offering of a cigarette from the spy was much appreciated and Shaz mumbled a brief “thank you” herself, taking it from his case and lighting it with her own lighter. She took a drag, gently blowing out a stream of wispy smoke and sinking back into the couch. She didn't smoke much anymore on the job but with these constant losses it was the only way she could relax, even for a moment. Well, at least that's how she justified it. She'd like to say she smoked less when they weren't losing but there really wasn't any difference at all.
“Ta very much,” she grinned, accent thick on her tongue, “yeah, 'opefully everyone'll pull their stuff together.” She was so close to getting their point back but their push out,arched her capture and, well, ding! It was all over and that last attempt at salvaging the battle was over. No point in crying over spilt milk, though. Things just didn't plan out well enough. “Not sure how much longer I can go with the Admin tellin' me 'm a failure.” If the scout heard the old hag croak that line one more time she might end up popping a blood vessel.
The spy didn't reply for a long moment, as he took another long drag from his cigarette. The smoke hung above him for a second, before dissipating into the hazy room. Rémi was a perfectionist - and most of the time his own worst critic. The Administrator's scathing comments weren't disparaging, but mere confirmations of his own thoughts. "Well," he replied quietly, "She's right."
"I don't even understand why we've been losing so badly to them," he suddenly spoke with more passion. "I hide among those men every day. I talk to them! And they're idiots!" He quieted for a moment - his own team was largely made up of psychopaths and morons, but the BLUs were even more senseless. He felt the eyes of some of his other teammates on him. He groaned to himself. Not wanting to be the centre of attention, he quieted down once again.
"There's no way they're outsmarting us. It's got to be something else."
"I don't even understand why we've been losing so badly to them," he suddenly spoke with more passion. "I hide among those men every day. I talk to them! And they're idiots!" He quieted for a moment - his own team was largely made up of psychopaths and morons, but the BLUs were even more senseless. He felt the eyes of some of his other teammates on him. He groaned to himself. Not wanting to be the centre of attention, he quieted down once again.
"There's no way they're outsmarting us. It's got to be something else."
She glanced at the spy with a raised brow, lips pursed into a thin line. Speak for yourself, buddy. Shaz was working her arse off out there. Then again, what did a spy know of the front lines? A memory hit her like a tonne of bricks. Louie ... her Louie. He would know because he was different from any other spy she’d come across. But he was also missing, gone without a trace just like the rest of those she knew and loved from Well. Leroy, Liam, Louie, Pat, Rosie … gone without even a simple “goodbye”. Perhaps that’s why she moved bases so much; she simply couldn’t settle when they weren’t with her.
Jerked back from her trip down memory lane by her current company and his referral to the other team as “idiots”, Shaz eyed him cautiously as he groaned and she shrugged her shoulders. She didn’t know the other team so she couldn’t make any claims about their intelligence levels. She’d have to trust the opinion of the man sat next to her, like she had to trust the rest of the team.
“Well,” she couldn’t help but chuckle slightly, sitting up and reaching for the ashtray on the small table, “we ain’t really got time for conspiracy theories, mate.” She flicked the excess ash into the tray before propping the cigarette in the corner of her mouth. “Maybe they got some new tactical genius on their team or somethin’. Bet’cha ‘e’s whippin’ them shape.” Ease up, spook. Ease up. Sometimes things just happened.
Jerked back from her trip down memory lane by her current company and his referral to the other team as “idiots”, Shaz eyed him cautiously as he groaned and she shrugged her shoulders. She didn’t know the other team so she couldn’t make any claims about their intelligence levels. She’d have to trust the opinion of the man sat next to her, like she had to trust the rest of the team.
“Well,” she couldn’t help but chuckle slightly, sitting up and reaching for the ashtray on the small table, “we ain’t really got time for conspiracy theories, mate.” She flicked the excess ash into the tray before propping the cigarette in the corner of her mouth. “Maybe they got some new tactical genius on their team or somethin’. Bet’cha ‘e’s whippin’ them shape.” Ease up, spook. Ease up. Sometimes things just happened.
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