Assasin's Attire

Chapter 3

Scout, Heavy, Demo and Spy were all sitting comfortably in separate chairs in the library; Heavy was asleep, Demo was trying to read something called 'Hamlet', Spy had his nose in some long french book, and Scout was reading the newest issue of the Saxton Hale Action Chronicles . Scout cautiously watched Spy out of the corner of his eye, waiting for him to go to his room and sleep. Finally, he saw Spy pull back the sleeve of his suit and look at his watch, despite a clock on the wall behind him. He slid a bookmark in his page and put down the book, quietly slipping out of the room.

Scout looked at the clock on the wall and made a mental note. 10:30pm.

Scout glanced at Demoman who was squinting at his book so hard he could barely tell if his eye was even open. Man he's hammered. He shifted his vision towards the massive Russian man who was snoring on the seat beside him. And he's out. Man, what am I supposed to do in a room filled with brain-dead idiots? An idea popped up in his head. If Demo is too drunk to remember this night and Heavy won't hear crap.... I wonder...

"Hey Demo?" Scout murmured, Demoman's face peeking above his book. "Do you know if anyone here can lockpick or tie a tie?" He glanced back at Heavy to make sure he wasn't listening.

The Demoman paused for a painfully long time. "Aye," he finally replied, "Right here lad," he pointed to himself, "I can pick any lock ya put in front of me..."

Scout's face brightened. Demo can Lockpick AND tie a tie? Wow! This will be easier than I thought!

Apparently Demo wasn't done talking. "I can tie the best bloody bowtie ye have ever seen in your LIFE !"

Demo hollered that last word a bit too loud for comfort, and Scout held his breath as he whipped his head around to look at Heavy who, luckily, didn't move a muscle. For once I'm happy for his war-riddled upbringing. He turned back to Demo.

"Wait, did you say bowtie ?" Scout suddenly realised. "Not the typical suit kind? Like the one Medic has?"

Demo blinked slowly, "ack, no. Never needed ta. But 'ey, if ya need a helping hand with a bow then look none other than me!"

Even Scout could hear the terrible grammar Demo was spitting out."Okay... but about the lockpi-"

"Tomorrow lad." The Demo cut in. "Me hands are far too unstable right now, if ya understand."

Scout nodded in disappointment. "Yeah okay."

"Yer a good lad..." Demo almost whispered before passing out.

Great. Well, at least I can probably get to lockpick tomorrow. Medic is still my only choice for tie tying. Scout looked at the clock again. 10:33pm. I wonder how long it takes for Spy to actually sleep.

The boy silently stood out of his chair and made his way to Spy's quarters.

As he approached the wooden door he listened carefully for movement inside the room. Nothing yet... Scout slid closer and pressed his ear against the door. He listened for what seemed like minutes.

Are those footsteps? He wouldn't wear shoes to bed right? He heard a very quiet clang of something being pulled off or put on a hanger. Hanging up his suit?

THUNK

Scout reared back in surprise at hearing the door unlock loudly in his ear. The door swung open.