Sorry this took so long! I've been uber busy with life and stuff. Anyways, please enjoy!

Fully loaded Scattergun? Check. Pistol in his pocket? Double check. Bag packed with his trusty bat, extra ammo and some Bonk! Atomic Punch? Triple check. All the Scout had to do now was lace up his cleats, wrap up his hands and test his headset. Only five minutes were remaining before the start of today's intelligence capturing mission. He was ready to get this over with; on the other side lied a free weekend off. The boy already knew how he was going to spend it, chilling out at the base, attempting to court Miss Pauling, and maybe hitching a ride with Sniper or Medic to Teufort either Saturday or Sunday. All he had to do was get into BLU's base, pass their defenses, grab the intelligence briefcase, and get out; all without dying. Of course it'd be a piece of cake.

Scout grabbed his headset and bandage gauze out of his cubbyhole locker. He wrapped up the palms of both of his hands and situated the headset comfortably around his ear and over his hat then adjusted the mic.

He pressed on a button at the side of the earpiece, "Hey Spy, can you hear me?"

"Of course I can hear you; we're in the same room." The Frenchman replied.

"I meant over the mic, dumbass."

Spy smirked, "Yes, I hear you from my watch just fine."

Scout turned and faced the Engineer, "What about you, Engie?"

"Sorry, haven't turned on my PDA yet." He pulled the device out of his pocket and hit some buttons on it. "Try it now."

"Can ya hear me now, Hardhat?"

Engie gave him a thumbs-up, "Crisp and clear."

"Sweet." It was just in time too, the Administrator had started the final minute countdown.

The team readied their weapons. Demo took a final swig of rum, Medic and Engie discussed final defense plans, Heavy wiped a smudge off of Sasha, his minigun, and Soldier spouted some kind of speech from his lungs.

"Five, four, three..." The cackly old voice announced over the intercom.

Scout lifted up his scattergun, bent his knees, and got into position. He was planning on rushing out. If he got over there before they were fully set up, it would be a whole of a hell lot easier to make away with their intel.

"Two, one, go, go, go!"

"Ya! Let's do it!" He heard Demo yell out as he took off full speed out of the gate.

He decided to run down the stairs into the courtyard and go from there. Working his way into the sewers and swimming across the small creek that seperated the two bases would be his best bet. Most of the other team would probably be going out the front and across the bridge. This way Scout would only run into BLU's Spy or Scout who got the same idea in their heads.

Past a pile of crates was the door to the sewer system. He opened the door and made his way down the double staircases into the pipework. He'd gone this way plenty of times for cover and flanking reasons that he knew it as well as the back of his hands, or the cute dimples on Pauling's cheeks.

By now the floor started to accumulated water on it, quickly increasing in depth. Scout was almost outside. He grabbed his gun firmly with his right hand and bent down to get adjusted to the water. Not freezing at all; it felt good against his body in the New Mexican summer heat. If only they were in a ceasefire, he'd grab his trunks and go swimming.

The boy paddled his way across the stretch of water between the two bases, only keeping his head above water. He was almost to the other side when something appeared out of the tunnel into BLU's base. It was their Demoman.

"Ay, now what do we have here? Look at the little fish swim his way over. Didn't anyone tell you that this area's offlimits?" He shot a series of stickybombs into the water.

Scout's eyes grew large. He hated explosive deaths. He swam out of the way to the side of the tunnel. He had two choices; either flee back to his base, or face the demoman head on. There was no way he'd go backtracking, choice two it was then.

"And didn't anyone tell you that you shouldn't be handling explosives while drunk?" Scout swam in front of the tunnel.

"The bloody bombs ain't gonna hurt me, boy. But they'll have ta send home what's left of your teeny little body to yer mommy in a soup can!"

The Scot was just asking to get his face beat in. There wasn't a sticky trap between them. He could do it; he could kill him. It was just a matter of dodging the grenades and getting up in the man's face. A couple of point-blank shots would take him out. That they did.

He stood on the downed man's chest and took a final shot at his head. "Heh, looks like I won, you bomb-throwing drunk."

The Scout was unopposed the rest of the way up through the other team's sewers. Getting up to the main floor was easy.

Scout opened the door to find Heavy and Medic on the other side, just finishing off the other scout.

"Ey, took you two long enough to get here."

"Don't be so loud! They'll hear us!" Medic scolded him. "Heavy and I will help you to the entrance into their basement. Just be wary of sticky traps. I have not seen their demo yet. I will assume that ze sentry is closer to the intelligence room."

"Oh, their demo? Yea, he's lying in a pool of his own blood down in their sewers. I wasted him. Badly." Scout chucked.

"Ah, very nice job. Now, let us proceed with caution."

Heavy nodded his head and the three went off.

"We have to pass through their courtyard and up past ze locker room to get where we need to be. I trust you won't go wandering off, Scout?"

"Depends if they've got any babes around." Scout smirked.

Medic rolled his eyes then checked a gauge on the medi-gun, "Hmm, only thirty-four percent... Should be more. I must fix zis when ze mission is done..." He shook his head. "Nothing I can do now, let us go ahead."

A few more minutes of walking got them to the entrance to the BLU basement. Scout peered down the slanted hallway; he'd have to brave the dangers of whatever laid down there by himself. Why Medic and Heavy couldn't follow him, he didn't know. Although, how did they expect him to take out a sentry by himself? Just run past in maybe? That sure as hell wasn't going to happen.

"Heavy and I vill try and hold ze courtyard as long as possible so that you can make a safe exit. Call Spy if you need backup, but please, hurry it up. We are going to retreat if low on health. I wasn't planning on respawning today."

"Alright doc, got-"

Scout was interupted by Heavy's scream. He looked just fast enough to see a single bullet wizz by him. The Russian slumped over on the ground revealing the BLU Sniper grinning.

Medic shoved Scout down the hallway, "Raus, raus!"

The boy watched his doctor pull out a syringe gun then fled into the basement. Medic's death scream could be heard only moments later. Scout prayed that the sniper wouldn't follow him, just meant one more person to deal with.

He peeked his head around the corner into the entrance of the room where they kept the intelligence briefcase. It sat right up on top of a desk in the far corner. Beeping could be heard from inside the room; Scout leaned out a little farther and saw the engineer and his sentry along with a pyro.

"Shit. There's no way I'm getting in there." He thought.

"Need help?" The sniper was behind him.

He whipped out the pistol from his pocket and pointed it at the man.

"Heh, no need to shoot." A cloud of smoke and it was the spy.

Scout grumbled to himself. Spy didn't need to scare the shit out of him.

"Yea, go do something about that sentry." He whispered.

Spy lit a cigarette, "As long as you take care of ze pyro."

Scout gulped, death by burning was single-handedly the worst was to go.

"Fine, alright." He eventually agreed. "Hey ya friggin' mute! Come and get me!"

The Engineer nodded and the Pyro went off to chase his prey.

The Bostonian took a few shots with his pistol before realizing he was backed into a corner. He kept shooting until he heard a click.

"Is that suit fucking bulletproof?!"

He wouldn't have time to take his bat out of the bag, his scattergun laid in the other side of the hallway. It was time to accept his personal hell.

Muttered laughs emitted from the pyro as Scout screamed with unbearable pain.

The pyro fell with a bullet to the head from Spy's revolver. The Frenchman splashed some water on his comrade. The damage was done however, the boy's skin was charred and melted, the remants of his clothes fused into his blacked complexion. He couldn't move, the horrific pain of being burned alive still seared into him; he looked up at his savior and wondered why he didn't just let him die. After a respawn he'd be in pristine health and they could try again. Scout wouldn't be able to even get to safety in this condition.

"Here," Spy knelt down and pulled a small pill bottle out of his suit pocket. The doctor gave these to me, they'll give you enough energy to get back to the base.

With the spy's help, he swallowed a couple and almost magically regained his energy, despite his physical condition. That doc really was a miracle worker...

He walked with the spy into the once occupied intel room. Pieces of the engineer's sentry and his dead body with a single knife wound to the back laid in a pile off in a corner.

Scout picked up the briefcase and latched it onto his bag.

The Administrator's voice roared through the speakers inside BLU's base, "The enemy has taken the intelligence!"

"You need to leave, now." Spy calmly said.

"You aren't coming with me?"

"No, I'll be your cover." He pulled out his cigarette case, and Scout watched his teammate morph into a mirror image of himself. "Now go!" It felt strange hearing his own voice from someone else; but he obeyed and ran out as fast as his burnt legs would take him.

"So, do ya think that Scout made it?" The RED Engineer casually laid in a make-shift lounge chair, drinking a beer, while his sentry watched their courtyard.

"Nein, I have no idea." Medic stood beside him. The scout better have, both himself and the heavy gave their lives just to get him into that basement. If he screwed this up, the doctor had a few experiments that he needed a test subject for.

"We have taken the enemy intelligence!" The familiar crackly voice echoed over the speakers.

"Hey guys, I didn't realize you were in the middle of a mission right now." Miss Pauling carefully got over the fence and hopped into the courtyard. "Guess that would be why half the base is on lockdown."

"Vat are you doing here? It's dangerous right now, especially for you."

"Just needed to drop off a few things." Pulls some things out of her bag. "Engie, here's some blueprints you ordered. And Medic, if you could set this box in the intel room after the mission is done, that'd be great. Spy will handle it after that."

"Why thank ya very much, Miss Pauling." Engie nodded.

"Pauling!" Scout ran down the hallway to the courtyard, the enemy soldier appeared in the other doorway.

He fired a rocket as the engineer's sentry locked onto him. The intelligence didn't matter to Scout now. That rocket was headed straight towards the screaming female without a respawn chip planted inside her.

Scout grinned as he dove in front of the rocket. Hopefully sacrificing himself would score extra points with her. Maybe... that wasn't a such a good idea... A sharp pain surged through his body before everything went black.

So... was it good? I hope so! Remember to write a little review if you could! It'd mean a lot to me.