Team fortress 2: world of magic and random crossovers XD

Grey ambush... again

3rd person

Mon Dieu. The words plastered on the walls of the run-down townhouse sent chills down the Spy's very spine. Amongst the throngs of illegible scribbles, he was able to discern certain phrases hastily splattered in red paint.

Spy then noticed that the twisted wreck of a man-who was hooked up to many wires and a contraption on his back-was furiously studying blueprints and tearing what little hair he had left straight out of his head. In that instant, he was fairly sure he'd figured out who the wretched little man in front of him was.

"W-what is that smell? Smoke, do I smell smoke?" rasped the decaying voice in a sudden panic.

Merde. With a twinge of regret, Spy swiftly slipped out the door and back into the streets. How did such a miserable, decaying being have such an acute sense of smell? He wasn't careful enough, and it'd cost him what could've been valuable information. As the Spy swiftly made his way back to the hotel, he pondered the scene that had unfolded before his eyes and decided to speak with his partner before jumping to any conclusions.

Crystal was still there, I knew it! Ha! But that is also not good... have to warn spy...

"THE CONFERENCE IS OVAH, YOU BLOODEH WANKAH! WOT PART OF 'NO MORE QUESTIONS' DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND?"

Security guards ushered the crowd out the door as Saxton Hale flipped the table over and ran towards the wall. Predictably, instead of waiting for his turn to leave out the door, he slammed his own hole in the wall and scrambled out. As a flustered Mr. Reddy tried desperately to keep up with his employer, Pyro crossed her arms, watching them with a most amused expression on her face. She'd made her way across the large conference room when, of a sudden, she felt someone grasp her arm. Before she had time to react, the hand yanked her behind a giant column. She whirled around to catch a glimpse of the grabber and simultaneously flung her leg up into their groin area. Unfortunately, due to her inexperience with functioning in heels still, she slipped and fell on her bottom.

"Fils de pute!" the stranger whispered furiously, dropping his disguise and crumpling to the ground in a pained heap. Pyro's eyes widened considerably upon realizing just whom she had kicked.

"Oh my God! I am so sorry. I didn't know it was you!" she apologized profusely, helping her teammate to his feet and hiding out of sight behind the column.

The only reply she received was a sort of pained, animal-like noise. After a full minute, Spy, (who was still leaning against the wall and his teammate), gained his bearings and managed to form a sentence.

"I imagine-" he started, flinching and taking a sharp breath. "-that I will not be reproducing."

"That hard?" Pyro asked guiltily, biting her lip.

"You are wearing a high heel. You nearly, you-you nearly pierced my testicle," he wheezed, grabbing his crotch.

"Keyword, nearly."

"That-" he inhaled shakily with a grimace. "-does not change the fact that I am in crippling pain."

"God, I'm really sorry. But I mean...you could've dropped the disguise before grabbing me like that, you know. How did you expect me to react?"

"I know, I could have been more tactful. I simply needed a way to silently get your attention from a distance," he said, leaning against the wall for a bit. Feeling slightly better, he adjusted his tie and stood up straight. Not quite his usual ramrod straight, but it would have to do.

"Anyway, I am here with you because I have found what I believe could be crucial information." Pyro raised her eyebrows.

"So that's where you went earlier. Now spill!"

Spy chronicled the entire morning's events to Pyro, informing her of all the things he'd witnessed and discovered.

"Hooked up to a giant machine. Raspy voice, blueprints, insane jealousy," she pondered. A light bulb went off in her brain. "You know who it is, don't you?"

"I'm quite sure. I have a feeling you do as well."

"I'm almost certain. Nothing wrong with knowing about your employers' activities. If anything, I think we have the right to know this stuff as opposed to being left in the dark, or left to dig for ourselves."

"True. This man could be harmless, but it is more likely that he is powerful, armed, dangerous, and willing to do anything to weaken our team and win...win..." Spy, unlike himself, faltered.

What were they fighting for?

"The war between Redmond and Blutarch," Pyro said in realization. She knew that each brother ran RED and BLU respectively, and that the Administrator controlled all the affairs concerning said companies. However, in that moment, she realized that the brothers were still alive and feuding-which must be why they wanted Saxton Hale dead! Saxton Hale's death would ensure deliberate advantageous control of weapon supply to the RED team, surely resulting in a win. That answered that, but...why were they feuding in the first place?

"Let's go upstairs and discuss this," she said, her partner hobbling after her.