Run Away [TF2XREADER]

Chapter 59- Epilogue

B/S= (birthstone)

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10 years later

You pressed your back against the wall, peeking around the corner as you clicked the button to your earpiece. "Pauling, they have me surrounded. I can't get the package without subduing them." You whispered into the earpiece, overly aware of the armed men and women surrounding your hiding spot. A sigh was heard from within the earpiece. "Fine, if you must kill them, do it. But try to spare at least some of them, especially if you want your name to get out. And be careful- and (b/s), when I say that I do mean careful." You let out a chuckle. "Who do you think I am? Scout? Of course I'll be careful." You released the button, leaning out from your hiding spot. You grabbed the man closest to you while the rest of the target's backs were turned, pressing your gloved hand to his mouth as you wrapped your arm around his throat. He struggled, but you were able to squeeze his neck long enough for him to lose consciousness. You slowly knelt down, setting him down soundlessly. Getting back to your feet, you took the automatic rifle from your back, grip tightening as you breathed deeply. You closed your eyes, holding your breath. You breathed in, and out, opening your eyes to see the crimson landscape as you welcomed your failsafe with open arms. Rounding the corner, you held your rifle up and aimed at the group of armed men and women, shooting the two furthest from you with the most worrisome weapons. All attention was directed to you as the shots rang out within the room, everyone turning and aiming their guns at you. Before any of the shots were fired towards you, you hit the woman nearest to you with the butt of your gun, dislocating her jaw and likely knocking her out as you dove behind an upturned table, taking a man that was directly in front of you down with you. You drew the knife on your thigh and made quick work of the man, pushing him away so you had more space to lay low. Bullets struck the metallic table that you were using as a shield, the hollars and yells of the men and women surrounding you and calling out commands. You ducked out of cover, firing a few more shots at the targets furthest from you, knocking them down and possibly killing them. You leapt over the table, charging forward and brought your arm out in front of you. Your forearm flickered, forming a translucent (b/s) shield. You kept the shield held out in front of you as you slid under another table, deactivating the shield as you immediately shot the man who was now in front of you in the jaw, bringing him down. Jumping up, you rolled back over the table and kneeled down on the other side, throwing down a smoke bomb as you came down. The targets yelled out, panic now apparent in their voices as the smoke spread around the room.

You let out a sigh, going to the woman nearest to you and slitting her throat, gaining the attention of the man that was directly to her right. You grabbed his pistol, kicking him and knocking him down, prying the gun from his grasp. You threw the gun at his head, earning him a concussion and throwing his head back as you shot him in the head with your rifle. Seeing that the smoke was fading, you took your knife and threw it at the man furthest from you, leaving one remaining woman with only a look of determination about her, clutching a detonator out in front of her, brandishing it as if it were a gun. You kept your eye on her, approaching the man you had thrown your knife at and retrieved it, a blood squirting from the wound and onto your mask. You slid the knife back into its sheath, unfazed as you turned to face the woman completely. She had determination, but it was fake. She was terrified of you. While a part of you felt bad for that, it was a feeling that was of great use to you. You approached her, her trembling increasing as you did so. Standing directly in front of her, you were easily able to pry the detonator from her fingertips and break it, leaving her standing in place, and frozen in fear. You nodded your head to the side, gesturing for her to leave. She stared at you with wide eyes, tripping over herself as she ran from the room. That detonator wasn't even attached to anything. You laughed to yourself, the mask you were wearing revealing as much using the many systems and tech engaged within it. You approached the package, lifting the metallic briefcase from its spot. You clicked the button of your earpiece. "Alright Miss Pauling, I got the briefcase. I'll be making my way out now." You heard a moment of static before a response made itself clear. "Good job, (b/s). I'll see you at the warehouse." Nodding to yourself, you said, "Yep, see ya" and hung up. You shook your head, doing a quick jump in place as you prepared yourself for the journey out of the warehouse. That woman likely had told a lot of the remaining members of your presence, so you'd have to leave another way. You ran up the side of the room, prying a vent from its place, throwing the briefcase into the vent and jumping in after it. Hurriedly, but quietly, you crawled through the vents. As you crawled, you flicked the earpiece to another channel, pressing a button and whispered into it again. "Sniper? You there?" You trudged through the vents, going into your masks menus to bring up the warehouse's layout. "Yeah, I'm here Roo. Whatcha need?"

"I'm gonna need you to start your approach. Arrive at the east side of the building." You heard jumbled noises and voices from the other side of the earpiece as you moved through the vents, standing up and climbing up. "I should be able to do that, but there are a lot of people there, so you're gonna have to be quick." You let out a huff, pushing the metal grate from its place and flopping out of the vent and onto the roof. "Yeah, it'll be fine. Just be here within 5 minutes." You made your way towards the east side of the building, which was the ledge closest to you. "Will do." You leaned over the side of the building, taking note of how many people were there. Letting out a curse, you noticed a man with a RPG. Kneeling down, you attached a clip of wiring and ropes to yourself, scanning the area for someplace to attach yourself. You tied and clipped some rope around a nearby pole that was jutting out from the roof's flooring, likely for releasing gas. You tested it quickly, and then turned towards the ledge, sprinting towards the ledge and jumping off. You faced inward, looking to the inside of the warehouse and gunning down every single armed target you could. Even as you swung back and forth, making it harder to aim, you were able to spot the man with the RPG. You aimed for the man with the RPG first, but he had quickly made himself hidden. You scowled underneath your mask, shots ringing out and only stopping when you had either gotten most of them, or most of them had fled or hid. You unclipped yourself, turning yourself over so you were no longer upside-down. You swung from the rope, propelling yourself forward and into the direction of the man with the RPG. As he began to stand and look for you, you had landed on top of him feet first, plunging your knife into him. You took his RPG, but did not fire as you slipped your rifle into its holster and took out your pistol, letting out a few rounds for cover as you backed up towards the road. You heard the screeching of tires from behind you, glancing back only for a moment to confirm it was the classic campervan. You held up the RPG, firing one shot before casting it aside and running towards the van, the explosion helping in throwing you through the door. Holding on as the tires screeched and burned rubber, the van sped off as the fire roared in the warehouse behind you. You let out loud puffs of air, trying to catch your breath as you held up the briefcase, which had been clipped to your back the moment you had left the vents. You gasped out, "I got it!" Leaning your head against the wall of the van, taking your goggles off and lowering your bandana, allowing your failsafe to deactivate. Sweat lined your brow as you reached out, gesturing for water. A cold bottle was thrown your way, which you caught with grace as you took a few healthy gulps. You stood, sitting in the bench across from Demo. "We shouldn't have to worry about anyone following us!" You spoke loudly so that everyone in the van could hear you.

You hefted the metallic briefcase onto the table, leaning back and closing your eyes. A smile graced your features as you allowed yourself to relax. "Y/n." You opened an eye, making contact with Spy. "Oh, hey Spy! What did ya think of that, huh? It wasn't very stealthy... but hey, I got the briefcase, and no one is following us!" Spy rose a brow. "Could that be because 'ou killed everyone in zhat warehouse? Because you look like you may have." You tilted your head, but looked down at your gear and saw that you were covered in blood. "Oh, uh- well, I didn't kill all of them. Besides, a lot of them deserved it, especially if they are working with shit like sex trafficking cartels." You turned towards Demo. "Also, do you know how long until we get back?" Demo, a bottle of scrumpy in hand, took a sip before drunkenly telling you, "Around a day I'd think, Riddy." You nodded. "Alrighty then. Welp, Spy, I'm gonna relax. Wake me up if anything goes to shit." You let out a chuckle, closing your eyes again as you took the moment. You'd come a long way since you were 15. You were now 25, and you were quickly making a name for yourself. Even if you were in the business of killing, you couldn't be happier. You truly felt like yourself, an independent figure that didn't take no shit from nobody, and a figure that could easily be seen as capable. You smiled to yourself as you drifted off to sleep, feeling content.

Man, I wouldn't trade this life for the world.