Assasin's Attire

Chapter 1

It was a sunny morning at the RED Teufort base. Three men: Medic, Engie and Soldier had just left to do errands in the city, leaving only a couple awake mercenaries to wander the base. Scout was one of them.

Surprisingly, he was one of the few mercs who had woken up a bit earlier than noon.

Scout was on his way to grab a new pen from the offices when he heard a phone ringing in the distance. At first he was confused;

Who the hell even has the number for this base? Scout pondered, I thought it was like how a payphone can only call one-way...

He quickly jogged over to where the ringing echoed from and picked up the phone.

"Hello?"

"Huh? Oh, hi Scout, It's Pauling here," the phone blared, "I didn't expect you to pick up, is no one else there I can talk to?"

Scout smirked. He wasn't going to miss out on this opportunity to talk to her. It had been ages since Scout had even seen her

Ignoring the fact that Spy is awake in the base, he answered:

"Well, unless ya wanna talk to Mumbles or a drunken cyclops, then naw, there isn't anyone else you can talk to" Scout mused

Scout heard Miss Pauling sigh, but decided not to comment.

"So," Scout started, "what's a lovely lady like you phoning this base for at this hour?" He leaned on the wall beside him and waited for another sigh, but was pleasantly surprised at the pause.

"Well, I don't have long for this call so I might as well. Listen scout, I want you to tell the team about a possible sabotage." Scout's smile faded slightly. "There have been reports of men scouting the outskirts of the gravel pits and both of the bases. As well, some of our mail and packages -both receiving and sending out- have been tampered with, but nothing was ever removed."

"What about money?" Scout quickly asked. "I just sent most of my paycheck to my ma. Is she actually going to recieve it?"

"Like I said, they have never removed anything out of any of the packages. They aren't interested in money, I think they are only looking for information." Miss Pauling responded.

They both fell into an awkward silence, and Scout fiddled with the curled wire in anxiety. The last thing he needed was his family to be in danger because of him

"Who's on the phone?"

Scout jumped at the sudden voice behind him and whipped his head around to find a suited man.. Oh. It's Spy.

"What do you want?" Scout covered the receiver on the phone, quickly losing his patience.

Spy eyed the phone. "You never answer the phone, nor continue to talk on it. I take it the call was meant for someone else?"

"Shut up Spy," Scout hissed, "let me use the phone in peace." He took his hand off the reciever and Spy raised an eyebrow.

Scout must have taken his hand off too early, since Miss Pauling heard the last sentence. She wanted to speak to Spy instead.

Great. Stupid Spy. Never lets me have anything.

Scout reached out to spy with the phone in hand, sulking his head angrily.

"She wants to talk ta you now"

Spy smirked as he grabbed the phone and placed it on his ear. "I could never guess why. Hello Miss Pauling"