Spy Troubles
by: Tomservo, 11-07-99
Tomservo endured the normal disorientation as he spawned in the resupply.
He checked "Lola" his flame-thrower. He spat out his favorite movie quote
for this class, "God I love the smell of napalm in the morning!" as he
grabbed armor and ammo. He was lucky enough to get some grenades too. He
didn't know anyone on this server, but that was okay. He worked alone
anyway. 2fort is great for pyros. He'd go in the enemy base and create as
much heat producing confusion as possible, and grab a flag if the
opportunity arose. He called for some heavy support to meet him at the exit
as he crossed the battlements to the ramp room. When he arrived at the exit
he found no one waiting for him. He hid in the corner and tapped his foot
impatiently, lighting a cigarette he'd taken off a demoman as he waited.
After 30 seconds he muttered "Oh hell, who needs them I'll go in alone."
Tom rushed out of his base and sprayed rocket propelled cover fire at the
enemy sniper deck. One rocket found a target who cursed mightily at his
massive burns. Tom switched to flame-thrower as he entered the enemy base.
He singed an enemy scout who was on his way to Tom's base. Tom looked at
the red décor of the base and thought snidely, "Id hate to live here, but
it sure is nice to visit if you bring back a souvenir." Tom rushed into the
ramp room and as he rounded a corner he saw two HW's, one on the ground
floor and one upstairs.
He thought, "Oh shit!" as he realized he probably wasn't going to make it
out alive.
Just as he began the juking and jumping "pyro dance" which was in this case
nothing more than a delaying action, the quick motions of another blue HW
guy approaching his enemy on the ground floor caught his eye. As Tom's
health dropped rapidly and his enemies' health dropped slowly, a stray
thought entered his head "Damn that third HW guy can move fast." Suddenly
one HW guy turned to spraying gibs and the third HW metamorphosed into a
red spy. All Tom could say as he finished off the unmoving idiotic upstairs
HW guy was "Thnx." The hurried reply was "NP" The friendly spy feigned
death and began disguising in a corner. Tom's spirits rose as he saw a
friendly medic approach. He yelled "medic" The medic came within healing
range when suddenly Tom was on the floor, dead. He realized what had
happened when he saw the knife next to his name in the upper right corner
of the screen.
©1999 - "Tomservo" - All Rights Reserved
THE WAR AT 2FORT
by: Matt, 11-07-99
He watched the Cold grey fog roll across the bridge as he sipped from his small flask of coffee he shared with an engineer next to him and another sniper keeping an eye on the other base.
The three of them sat hunched against the wall of the place known as "Snipers nest."
"Its not right." Said the other Sniper. "Its too quiet"
"S'True" grunted the middle aged engineer. "No ones attacked fer ages now."
"We outta take a look"
"Be damned if I'm gonna. Not armed with this pistol" the engineer replied. "Send Alex!"
"Bugger off." He replied, still holding the warm coffee in his hands. "Here, come have a rest, give yer eyes a break."
"Hmm. Ok. Nothing much happenin anyway." He said and stood up, stretching his tired legs.
As Alex turned to hand him the cup he saw the red dot appear on the side of the snipers head, he jumped at him to push him out of the way and heard the gunshot. He lay on the floor for a few seconds then looked at the body below him. The shot had hit the front of the snipers throat, taking out a chunk and he was bleeding badly.
"MEDIC!" Called Alex into his radio but there was no reply. Just silence.
The engineer pushed himself back, away from the body, saying nothing, just a look of horror on his face.
"Give up. The medic can't help, even if he was here. He's dead." The engineer said quietly.
Alex sighed and crept back, keeping his head below the window.
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"So where the hell did it come from?" The medic asked.
"Ive no goddam idea, but I think theyre gonna attack. " Alex told him.
"How dya know?"
"Cos nuthings happened fer ages and now this."
"Erm. Ill check back and warn the comander ok?"
"Sure."
"Keep lucky."
"Will Do."
Alex and the engineer watched the medics run off down the corridor, leaving nothing but some sand and a vague red stain.
They waited.
Nothing.
All day they had waited with no action but for a scout that had run out into the open and straight into the sentry gun on the floor below them.
Night Fell, the heavy dark clouds rolled over, making it a dark and dangerous time.
"Ill keep watch for a while. You get some sleep. What with this attack coming you'll need some sleep." said the engineer.
"Alright. But wake me if anything looks interesting." He said as he lay his rifle down and shifted into the corner, pulling his hat over his eyes.
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..chink….clink….thud…
Alex sat bolt upright pulling his hat back and grabbing his rifle in an instatnt.
He looked across to see the engineer asleep against the wall. He saw daylight shining across the courtyard.
'What was that sound?' He though to himself.
As his eyes accustomed to the darkness he made out a small shoebox sized object in the middle of the room.
Thunk
Alex dived out of the room, a single nail clipping his boot. He heard the nails spitiing into the walls. Then a scream cut short by some fleshy tearing sounds.
This was not nice.
Once it stopped he edged around the corner. Seeing nothing he carefully leaned to look out the window.
The war had begun.
Fatboys ran covered by soldiers and medics. Hails of gunfire and explosions rattled the building. Occasionally a rocket shot in through the window which Alex had to avoid. He looked across at the opposite snipers nest. Carefully he scanned across.
There!
A sniper sat, rifle pointing down at the carnage below.
He powered up the rifle, red dot waiting on the roof above the sniper then…
Blam!
The shot tore through the snipers skull. The sniper stood up looking dazed. Spurts of blood coming from his forehead. Another red dot appeared on his face, another shot. It was all over.
Alex looked across to see another Sniper had joined him on the balcony.
"Good shooting there mate" the other sniper called out.
"You too" he replied.
A shot punched into Alex's shoulder and he screamed out in pain.
Alex turned, pain shooting through his body to see the spy pull out a knife.
His weary eyes watched the knife raise up.
Suddenly, the spys arm stopped. The spy dropped to his knees, the knife clattering onto the floor.
A medic slid round the corner, ran over to Alex and rested his shotgun by the spys corpse.
"Its ok mate, youll be ok." The medic told him reassuringly.
The medic pulled Alex off the nest and down to the resupply room where be bandaged him up and told him to rest.
He slept for several hours, woken once by an explosion.
-
"Wars over. We won" said a deep Scottish accent.
He opened his eyes and slowly focused on the body above him. It was moving from left to right too fast.
After a while he saw him.
The Demomans eye shining happily as a grin spread across his face. The cigarette Ash dropped onto the floor.
"Hes Awake!" the demoman said with cheery Scottish enthusiasm. "We Won" he said.
"We did?"
"Yup."
The door on the other side of the room slid open and the medic came in.
"You should be resting." The medic said, calmly.
"Well, its gonna be different not gunning down those blue bastards any more is it? What are you gonna do now?"
"Me, I dunno. Go back to being a GP I suppose." Said the medic.
"Am gonna run a farm I think." Chirped the Demo man.
"Why?" said the medic.
"Dunno. That's what they always say in war films innit? What about you Alex?"
"Might go back to the army. Teach a few cadets how to shoot."
"Bad luck there I'm afraid." Said the medic.
"What?" asked Alex nervousley.
"The shot hit you in your right shoulder. You may never be able to shoot a rifle again."
©1999 - "Matt" - All Rights Reserved
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