Disclaimer: Hello everyone, please forgive my English, as it is not my first language. Here, I am trying to practice my writing skills. I am open to criticism and suggestions. I do not own the game Team Fortress 2, it is copyright to valve.

Prologue

Three. Two. One. Mission begin!

As soon as the gates opened, it was complete chaos. He heard the cheering from his teammates, thought it was mostly soldier yelling out 'maggots', and the Heavy's taunt as he and Medic distracted most of the RED. Engie had grabbed his shoulder and dragged him off. "I need you to keep watch fer a moment!" he grinned, finding a good spot. "Dispencer going down!" he communicated to his teammates.

Watching him work was actually fascinating, especially since he got the machine up and running so fast. Spy frowned, cloaking himself, he walked away from their hiding spot and towards the battlefield. If I were a Sniper, where would I be.. He pondered, looking around. He spotted a small Red dot, and following the thin line it did, he spotted the Sniper's nest. Ah ha..there you are, mon cher.

Running off towards the west, he found the ladder that led up to the nest. Quietly as he could, he began to ascend it, until he was at the trapdoor, which had been left opened. Nearing the top, he started making out the voice of the man.

"Thanks for standing still, you wanker!" He cheered to himself, after he had fired the gun, and obviously hit his target. Ah..un Australien.. He peered up from the door trap, pulling himself in silently. He caught the jars full of...Ew..now that's just gross. He thought to himself.

RED Sniper had a grin on his face, as he shot another person down. "Are ye bad, mate?: He said to no one in particular, until it felt like someone was watching him. He tried to reach for his Kukri, but he was stopped by being tackled to the ground, arms pinned and someone sitting on his back. The person tutted faintly.

"Ah, mon cher, you did not close zhe door." He started. "BLU Spah! Git off!" he started trashing, only to have the male sitting atop him stop him. "Zhis is tempting, but I enjoy the view far too much." He said, amused. Sniper blinked, taking a moment to realize what Spy had meant. "Yeh bloody wanker, when I get my hands on ye.."

"I have no desires to..kill you, yet." He deadpanned. Sniper growled under his breath something akin to 'yeah right'. "I just wanted to see zhe Sniper that had been trying to get me for three years now.." The RED member tried to turn his head to get a look, but was stopped by a rather frail pinstriped suit covered arm. Following that arm, he saw a gloved hand. He looked fragile. "Bloody hell, they even feedin' you?" he mumbled. Spy chuckled, leaning forward. He pressed his nose lightly in the back of the Sniper's head, hat tipping forward and hiding his sight. He took a small whiff of the man. "mm..What zhey do to me, is not important...until ve meet again..Adieu."

The weight lifted from his back, and he turned around, grabbing his Kukri and sliced at the empty air. He frowned and looked around. "Bloody spah..Now I need a new nest.." The Bushman frowned and closed the trap door with a sigh, moving a crate of ammo over it and sitting on it. "Tommorow."