It seems not even a near-death experience can humble the Scout. Because as soon as he was fully healed and able to move around without any pains, he was back to his normal arrogant self. Pranking his teammates during his downtime and taunting his enemies during battle, it seemed the Scout was back and ready for action.

RED Team was getting ready for their next upcoming battle and Scout, never one to sit around idly waiting had decided to run laps around the base. He felt it was calming, to be able to run around for a few minutes before he really had to run for his life with bullets and explosions all around him. He slowed down to a jog as the minutes before the battle turned into seconds and he found himself waiting with his teammates at the gate, all eagerly watching the clock tick down before they heard the Administrator's voice boom out.

"Mission begins in five seconds!"

Scout gripped his scattergun tight, a grin on his lips and excitement in his eyes. As though sensing the merc's eagerness to fight, the Administrator counted down slowly. Just when it felt like she'd never finish-

". . .1! Control point enabled, move!"

The gates opened and the mercenaries poured out. Scout was at the head of the pack of men, running well ahead and leaving his slower teammates in the dust as he ran to the central control point. Engineer joined him moments later, slamming down a deactivated sentry. He gave a solid whack with his wrench and it sprang to life, beeping softly as it scanned the battlefield. Engineer nodded to Scout, giving the youth a smile.

"Another beautiful day, another victory for us. Don't you think?"

"Hell yeah! We'll freakin' destroy 'em!"

"That's what I like to hear! Now we just-"

"INCOMING!"

Both Engie and Scout whirled around, seeing their other teammates had finally made it to the fray. Heavy with Medic leashed to him by the doc's medi-gun beam joined the other's side. Medic scanned the field and saw the BLU's Heavy/Medic combo were charging up the hill. The sentry gun sensed them before the duo were even halfway up the hill, firing bullets quicker than the mercs could dodge. Though with their own Medic, the BLU's Heavy was able to push through the sentry's bullets. The other team was soon upon the REDs and battle broke out. Heavy protected Medic and Engineer while the Texan worked on upgrading his buildings. Scout ran from the heavy gunfire, knowing he wouldn't last a second against a fully healed and revved up Heavy. He went through their backlines, his speed keeping him hidden as he ran behind the enemy line. Scout found the enemy Sniper by himself, trying to line up a shot on his Medic and quickly killed him.

"Uh-nuh! I don't think so, pally! God, you'd think snipers would be better at sniping, but you're only good at. . .at dying! Yeah! Being dead. . .idiot."

Chuckling at his own cleverness, Scout heard the Administrator's voice ring out across the battlefield.

"Alert! Our control point is being captured! Do something!"

Scout stopped his gloating, knowing his team was in trouble. He turned and started to run back to the point as fast as his legs could carry him. He was so focused on the point and running so fast, he didn't see the enemy Pyro who was running in the opposite direction. The enemy mercs slammed into one another and Scout was knocked to the ground, his gun flying from his hands. Unarmed and with the wind knocked out of him, Scout figured he was dead. Closing his eyes, the RED mercenary waited for the flamethrower to cook him.

Only no flames covered his body, no feeling of his flesh being cooked happened. So Scout opened his eyes and was shocked to see that the BLU Pyro had outstretched their hand. Scout's eyes darted from the mute's gloved hand to their gas-mask covered face, then back at their hand before grabbing it. Pyro pulled Scout to his feet before walking over where Scout's scattergun lay. They picked it up and handed it back to him. Scout looked at the Pyro with a confused frown before speaking.

"Uh. . .thanks?"

"Mmph!"

Pyro gave the confused man a thumbs up before leaving. Scout stood there for a second before he suddenly remembered what he was doing. He was in a match! His team needed him on the point before-

"You failed!"

"Ah, crap. . ."