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After a day of unfortunate string of losses RED had made its way home to drink and sleep off the bad luck plaguing them for the next days battle it wasn't until the next morning when they were all waiting inside of the respawn room for battle that it was realized they were missing a member of the team.
“Oi, where is the lil Gremlin?” Sniper said as he looked down to finish screwing on the new muzzle for his sniper rifle. The rest of the team braced themselves for the impending shout from their self appointed leader, Soldier. “No doubt the lazy maggot is sleeping inside of his no good hippie inducing bed, causing him to turn from the true path of an active and American Soldier! I’m going to go down there and have him remove himself from it immediately!” All excluding Spy, Pyro and Medic gave a sympathetic whince from the thought of what will happen next, each having themself received a similar lecture from the Soldier once and only once ensuring it wouldn't happen again, the others having avoided this with their unusual sleeping schedules. So it came to be of some surprise when only ten minutes later Soldier returned alone.
“He wasn't in his quarters.” Grumbling of insubordination Soldier began to arm himself for the upcoming battle sending off clear warning signs to leave him be, until he could turn some of his rage out on the BLUs by his threateningly harsh grip on his rocket launcher, and numerous profanities within his muttering.
It was the final battle for the day and there was still no appearance from the loud mouthed Scout, despite his aloof actions Sniper was beginning to get worried since scanning the entire field for the thirtieth time had resulted the same as the first, with no sign of Scout. With the battle being a bomb cart style fight Scout was crucial if they were to win and the results were reflecting their necessity for the speedster. He released a breath when the Announcers voice hissed through the air from the intercoms, as she mentioned the REDs loss. Grabbing his gun he headed back to the base, to put up his weapon for the day and prepare for the weekend. They had been fighting for some time and with the last set of losses were now at a tie this meant a break for both teams since the Announcer normally calls off the rest of the battles for a week or two so she could analyze the battle statistics and make alterations in their pay depending on their work ability.
As the Sniper entered the respawn room he noticed the restrained anger in the Spys eyes, and the tense position betraying a calm and collected visage on his masked face, turning towards him Spy opened his mouth and spoke to him tensely saying “Sniper, would you kindly wait here in the respawn room. I have an announcement I need to make to the team and it would be helpful if I only have make it once”.
Cautiously Sniper headed towards one of the seats in the room and sat down, he held no thought that this news would be positive for anyone on the team. He watched as everyone either walked into or respawned inside the room having achieved a last minute death on the field, and sat at one of the remaining chairs. Once the last member of the team Demoman respawned inside having been caught by a recoiled bomb he began to speak. “Gentlemen, I am certain you have noticed the disappearance of Scout this morning and his non-reappearance in the battles today.” “Damn, right the lazy magg-” Soldier was silenced from the continuation of his rant by the glare he received from Spy and the butterfly knife aimed at him narrowly avoiding him and striking the wall behind him. “As I was saying, the reason for Scouts disappearance is that he had been kidnapped during the night by the BLU Medic for some type of experimentation. I discovered this when searching the enemy base and discovering some paper work describing his plans for Scout. I have some of the work he had created to base his plans from, that I had taken from his office. I’m certain you understand Medic the full implications on the effects these plans can have on anyone.” He reached inside his jacket and pulled out a crisp sheet of paper and held it towards the Medic. Re Adjusting his glasses Medic began to read the paper and as he continued to read further his once sadistic smile began to wane until he returned the paper to Spy with a look of disgust on his face. Now whatever was on that paper Sniper was certain was beyond cruel if a man who could happily disembowel, maim and implement his own forms of torture on someone become disgusted by what was merely written on a sheet of paper.
“Mein Gott, I believe we should have a plan made to rescue Herr Scout from there as quickly as possible.”
Sniper was struck by a deep sense of worry and fear for Scout and he knew if he was a more religious man would have probably struck up a prayer for him.
Scout pov:
Groaning he attempts to feel his aching head, but halts once he realizes his limbs and neck are restrained to a gurney by leather bindings. Despite the cotton mouth he opens his mouth to begin shouting for Medic to untie him when he notices all the BLU property surrounding him. Panicking he tests the leather trying to break out before any of the BLU’s enter or even worse their sadistic two bit doctor, his favorite remark to make as he speeds past them on the battlefield. He takes a nervous gulp realizing he may not get to make any more of those. He could be losing his tongue soon so talking on the battlefield may not be possible any more.
“Hey, let me out of here! If you do it now I promise to go easy on you all!” He always hated silence, had to fill it with something a word, some music, even fingers drumming on the wall, anything to break up the thought he may be left alone somewhere, forgotten and left to rot. He stopped shouting for a moment when he heard the sharp click of a Medics boots click across the tiled floor. “Hey, hey, hey, what took ya so long! You made those good looking girls who drape around the awesome hero, me, wait two, no three hours. I’m going to have t-” A sock was roughly shoved into his mouth stifling the rant. “Scout, it was barely a minute that you had to wait from the start of your incessant rant to the, end. If I knew you were so excited to begin though I would have been here when you were waking up, unfortunately I had to prepare the machines for the more difficult stages of the experiment.” As he spoke he leaned over and stared at Scout with a crazed and wolfish smile across his face. Scouts eyes widened and he began to attempt to slightly bring his head into his chest in the hopes of escaping this mad mans gaze. “Well, Scout with you looking like that the term rabbit suits you quite well. All hunched up and quivering like a frightened kleine Haare. Fitting for what will be happening next.” Turning to his small table filled with surgical instruments he continues his rant. “You are going to be grateful for that sock soon enough junge, I’m going to have to break, quite literally every bone in your body if this procedure is to be successful when I done with the first phase, and as much as I wish to hear those delightful screams of yours the chances of you biting off your own tongue and choking from the blood will be quite high since this is going to be very painful, and I’m not the type to waste sedatives.” Chuckling he turns back with a marker in hand, “Now don’t move to much the marker demonstrates where the bones should break, and you don’t want me to make some type of mistake and accidentally break the same bone twice.” Grinning widely he firmly holds down Scout as he begins to panic and writhe against the bindings trying desperately to get free. “Now then, lets begin the operation.”