Team Fortress: Soaked Through

Chapter Seven: The Best Medicine

   All was quiet on that 42 Via Street. The truck had been parked quite snugly between two buildings, which Engineer was applauded handsomely for. But, shortly after, they had dropped off to sleep one by one. The team slept peacefully for quite some time, with Heavy's snores going completely unnoticed.

   The neon green clock struck four twenty-six when Spy's eyes snapped open. Right next to his left ear, which was pressed against the side of the truck, there was a strange rattling noise. It was almost akin to someone shaking a bag of marbles.

   "Engie," Spy mumbled, irritated. "No tinkering. Build something tomorrow."

   "Huh?"

   Engie slowly sat himself up, blinking.

   "What're you talkin' about? These tired hands can barely move themselves, let alone a nut and bolt. You musta had a dream."

   "Oh, I had a dream, but it wasn't about that..."

   Spy started to smirk, but the moment was cut short by another rattling noise. The sound was much closer this time. This woke both Miss Pauling and Heavy, but Scout remained asleep.

   "Kto eto?" Heavy rasped, still half asleep.

   Miss Pauling rubbed her eyes.

   "Where's Soldier? I told him he was off duty..."

   The rattling grew louder and louder. After a few moments, it seemed to surround the entire van. Scout finally woke up after the noise started to shake the entire van.

"Hm? Are we going alread-?"

"Where's Pyro?" Spy cried suddenly, looking around wildly.

Miss Pauling put a hand on her forehead.

"Two of the most unstable people in the group...absolutely fantastic..."

Heavy gritted his teeth. "If he set fire outside of van, I am going to wring his neck."

"That ain't a fire," Scout grumbled, yawning. "Don't know what it is, but it sure ain't a fire."

All at once, as if on cue, the noise cut out completely, being replaced by another noise: rough cries of orders.

"There has been a breach of the perimeter! I repeat, a breach of the perimeter! Battle stations! BATTLE STATIONS!"

Heavy threw off his sleeping bag first, grabbing his gun from the secret compartment below the seat. Spy pulled out both his knife and revolver, almost running into Engineer's rifle.

"Miss Pauling, Scout! Cover!" he shouted. "Hâte!"

Both of them drew their own respective guns. Ammo was quickly passed around, then slid onto the floor. Engineer tried to open the back of the truck, turning the knob with considerable force.

"It's not opening! Somethin's blocking it from the outside."

Heavy immediately began to hurl his body against the door, denting it several times before falling back.

"No give!" he gasped, sliding down to the floor.

Scout cocked his weapon several times impatiently.

"What kinda block is that? Nothing can get past Heavy!"

"Almost nothing!"

A sing song voice filled the back of the truck, then a howl of laughter. It sounded quite a bit like Spy. In fact, exactly like Spy.