Unhappy Spy is a dangerous Spy.

[not_onyourside]

I do not like zhis place anymore. Take me back to zhe ozzer one. Zhat was better. Everyone here ees cranky and irritable.

And zhey keep secrets from me. No one keeps secrets from me.

No one.

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[hasstandards]

[Gritting his teeth from the pain, Sniper returns to his gun and sees that Scout and Spy have taken care of the sentry. He turns, taking out a stray sticky on the ground before Heavy steps on it. It's not a headshot, but better than the big guy losing a foot.

He glances to the side, spotting Medic running out of the respawn. They both stare at each other a moment, gazes cold and unfeeling. There's something in the other man's eyes Sniper doesn't trust, but that's not terribly unusual.

Off he goes to join Heavy, leaving RED still bleeding. Typical.]

[not_onyourside]

[Scout goes bounding away to tell everyone how awesome he is. Spy gets hit by an arrow right through his shoulder pinning him to the wall behind him. Cursing in several languages he struggles to pull the thing out, spotting the man responsible on the other side of the field.]

[hasstandards]

[RED hits BLU through the neck with a bullet two seconds too late. Spotting Spy pinned by the arrow, he pulls his rifle from the wall and moves, having to duck behind a rock for a moment to both catch his breath and try to stop the world from spinning all around him. Gunfire is tremendously loud in his ears, the sun seemingly brighter than ever- it all makes his head pound more and more.

He checks through his scope to see if Spy is still pinned, shooting the bottle out of a nearby Demoman's hand as he does so. That wasn't his head, which is where he was aiming, but it'll do.]

[not_onyourside]

[He's still struggling, arching against the arrow and pushing his feet back against the wall, trying to shove himself forward off the arrow. It's a slow painful process, but he makes it off the arrow, crumpling to his knees and shoving his hand against his shoulder to stop the bleeding.]

[hasstandards]

[The loudspeaker comes on to announce the end of the mission just as RED passes it; he covers his ears, the sound crippling him until it is gone. He nearly reaches Spy as the seconds tick down, only to have BLU's Scout run up behind him at the last second and unload his scattergun straight into his back. Nothing like ending the round in the respawn.]

[not_onyourside]

[Spy closes his eyes, just waiting for the same to happen to him. He hears Scout run up, bracing himself for the scattergun or worse a bat to his head.

But nothing happens.

Opening his eyes he sees Scout heading back for his own base. Blinking back his surprise he stands, gathering up Sniper's gun and hat from his corpse before heading back to the base, woozy from bloodloss and pain.]

[hasstandards]

[Spotting Spy heading back, Engineer leaves his dispenser up for the moment, packing away his teleporters first. Sniper is nowhere to be seen outside- he's still sitting in the respawn on the floor against the wall, hat pushed over his face as he tries to shut out all the sound and light.]

[not_onyourside]

[Spy gratefully sinks against the dispenser, thanking Engineer profusely, in French, but the meaning behind his words is clear. He helpfully carries one of his toolboxes back to the base, leaving Sniper's belongings on the bench before dashing out to collect his pet sentry.

The sentry was still sitting in the crate, beeping pathetically. But the dispenser had been destroyed. He gathered up the pieces anyway, bringing the crate full of metal parts and an angry sentry over to Engineer.]

[hasstandards]

[Engineer thanks Spy politely for the help, eyeing the mini-sentry in the crate curiously before packing away the dispenser.

Engineer informs him that in the time Spy was gathering up the metal, Sniper managed to stumble from the respawn to his camper, climbing into the back rather than the front. While he doesn't make any assumptions about whatever is going on between Spy and Sniper, he figures one would want to know if the other wasn't acting right.]

[not_onyourside]

[He leaves the pieces of the RED dispenser with Engineer before taking his mini-sentry and tucking it under his arm. He nods at the details of where Sniper went, looking more concerned than he probably should, and not helping to change Engie's opinion of what's going on.

With the senry sitting outside on the bumper Spy politely knocks on the back of the camper.]

[hasstandards]

[Sniper doesn't answer the door, though there is some nearly incomprehensible grumbling from inside directed Spy's way.]

[not_onyourside]

Eef you do not open zhis door I am going to break eet down.

[hasstandards]

[His grumbling changes to something coherent as he realizes who is paying him a visit. It sounds like he says Spy can come in, but he might be calling him an undone pin. Whichever.]

[not_onyourside]

[He rolls his eyes, unsure what all that mumbling was about, and tries the door.]

Eef you are going to sleep een zhe parking lot of zhe field, you should at least lock your door. Zhe BLU Spy ees probably watching.

[He closes the door behind him.]

[hasstandards]

[Sniper shushes Spy the second he comes in, not moving from his position on the bed. All the shades are shut; his hat is crumpled over his face, blocking out the rest of the light. His own voice is quiet when he speaks, but it's still too loud for him at that moment.]

What? What do you want?

[not_onyourside]

[He recognizes the signs of someone with a severe hangover, though he didn't think Sniper had drunk that much. He does him the courtesy of lowering his voice to a whisper.]

I came to make sure you are alright. Where are zhe keys? I am going to drive you back to zhe base.

[hasstandards]

I can drive. I just need a few minutes. My head is pounding.

[not_onyourside]

So lay down and I will drive you. Zhen you do not need a few minutes.

[hasstandards]

[Sniper clearly thinks about the offer. He fumbles around for that pill bottle, hat still over his face.]

They're in my vest, on the chair.

[not_onyourside]

Très bon.

[He fishes them out, watching Sniper.]

You should try sleeping wezzout zhose.

[hasstandards]

I don't think I can at the moment. I can't even think straight. My aim was piss poor today because of it.

[not_onyourside]

I zhink you are tired enough zhat you could. You may sleep better wezzout all zhat een you. Do you even know what ees een zhose?

[hasstandards]

[He finally gets the cap off, the clicking the capsules in the bottle like bullets hitting his temples.]

I hardly sleep at all without 'em. I just need to knock myself out for a few hours. Sleep off this headache.

[not_onyourside]

Zhat ees unhealthy.

[Says the man who smokes seven packs of cigarettes a day. But he takes the keys and jumps down from the back of the camper, going to the cab and driving them back to the normal spot the camper is normally parked in. He very slowly and carefully parks in the exact same spot as before so as not to disturb the tiny patch of flowers.]

[hasstandards]

[RED still isn't asleep by the time they reach the base again, his head throbbing harder than ever. He blames the ride over, though Spy drove far more carefully than he ever would have in his own car- every bump accentuated the pangs coursing through his head.]