Attack on Fortress

Chapter 9: Sneaky Beaky Like

850, March 12th, 2:16 pm

Location: Wall Rose, Trost District, Trost Military Head Quarters

"I've seen good missions and I've seen bad ones. Zhat back zhere... zhat is somewhere below bad".

Spy's sentiment was unanimously agreed upon by his ragged allies. Everyone was in a state of exhaustion. Their mad dash out of the Garrison HQ left them ragged. In fear of being chased down by the swarm of angry soldiers and possibly running into a horde of Titans, the REDs ran several blocks back to their temporary base. Temporary is the prominent term for it, because the REDs were planning to move out as soon as they caught their breath. They knew from personal experience that retreating well away from a city's government you just kicked the teeth of was the best and logical course of action.

The REDs found suitable locations with the bar to rest and recover. Spy, Engineer, Demoman and Soldier positioned on the bar's counter. Pawing over the document they managed to grab from Trost HQ. Scout and Pyro sat down in one of the booths while Medic dragged Heavy outback. They returned soon after, with Heavy holding one of the garbage bins located in the alley behind the bar. "Good news! Our guest didn't escape!" Medic cheerfully said.

On cue, Heavy opened the lid of the bin and tipped its contents out. In the small tide of rotting food, broken glass and the stench of beer and bile, their perceived supersoldier prisoner fell out onto the floor. The REDs cringed at the reeking stench and gave the boy some pity for being cooped up with that filth for the last few hours. The Cadet lay unmoving with his eyes closed. Through the muck, they saw that his hands here unbound. The cloth-bound Medic had tied his hands with, which was Medic's underwear, was nowhere to be found. Medic clicked his tongue. "Oh, dear. Good zhing he is asleep. Scout, would you please be so kind as you give me your undergarments? I do believe zhey are small enough to not slip off the young boy's hands this time" Medic asked.

"Hey-hey-hey! Wh-whoa! Enough! Jeez Doc! Does doctor-patient confidentiality mean anything to you?!" Scout exclaimed.

Medic laughed at him. "Ah you silly-billy! That rule only applies to legal doctors! I lost my medical license years ago-"

The Cadet's eyes snapped open. He struck hard and fast. He kicked his leg out and stuck Medic in the groin, then with his left fist, he grabbed a handful of disgusting muck and threw it at Heavy's face. Medic fell to the floor while Heavy screamed as he was blinded. The Cadet scrambled to his feet and made a run for it at the door. The REDs in the bar readied to give chase. Scout threw his cleaver at the Cadet but the boy dodged it at the last second. By the time the REDs got off their seats and grabbed their weapons, the Cadet was at the door. His hand was on the door handle when the door was kicked open from the outside. The Cadet was thrown to the ground and landed roughly on his back. He scurried to get back onto his feet but was intercepted by the RED who kicked down the door. Sniper stomped over to the Cadet and smacked his face with the butt of his rifle. The Cadet fell to the floor, teeth cracked and blooded, and in a daze. Sniper stood over him, the butt of his rifle hovering a few feet above the Cadet's forehead. Sniper gave him a gruff, "nighty-night, wanker" before slamming the rifle down onto his head.

There was a wet crack and the Cadet was knocked out yet again. Sniper pulled his rifle out of the indent he made in the Cadet's skull. He first checked his stock to see if he damaged it before checking on the boy. He saw steam emit from the Cadet's mouth and the sounds of pops coming from the crater in his head. His skin in the crater bubbled and moved about as the bone shifted back into place. Sniper wouldn't outwardly show it but he was freaked out by the sight and noise. He turned his attention to Medic and Heavy. The doctor hobbled over to him with Heavy close behind, rubbing his eyes and growling. "Clean your mess up boys. Properly" Sniper snarled.