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Music blasted from a little speaker as (y/n), Soldier, Scout, and Heavy headed back to their own base. The blazing sun shined down on the empty desert road as tumbleweeds rolled around, looking like a western movie scene. (y/n) hung in the back with Soldier as he babbled on about how they succeeded from their mission. Heavy was busy driving as Scout slept in the passenger seat of the van. (y/n) stretched her back, hearing some cracks and pops as she fixed herself into a comfortable position.
Suddenly, the intercom in the front of the van was flashing, making a ringing noise. Heavy turned towards the sleeping Scout and slapped his arm, waking him up. “Huh, what?” Then, he saw the flashing lights of the intercom. “Oh,” he said. He pressed the answered button, making a woman appear on the screen. “Scout it’s Pauling, tell me you got the briefcase.” (y/n) heard Ms. Pauling and slowly got out of her position, looking over the passenger seat. “Yeah sure,” Scout replied. “And nobody saw you,” asked Ms. Pauling, a bit of sarcasm in her voice. (y/n) knew what she was going to say and groaned, pinching the bridge of her nose. “I knew I should’ve double checked the area,” she muttered. Scout wasn’t so sure about his answer. “Uh, basically nobody,” he said. Ms. Pauling replied quickly. “Scout, I’m here right now.” Scout stammered, “Well, that’s a funny story.” (y/n) decided to tell Ms. Pauling that it was her fault that they have been spotted. Before she could reply, Soldier pushed himself through the small hole in between the van, pushing (y/n) out of the way. “Hello Ms. Pauling!” He said with enthusiasm. “We killed everybody and took a briefcase!” “Not everybody,” (y/n) mumbled, pushing a strand of her hair back. Ms. Pauling continued to speak. “Not everybody Soldier. You left seven witnesses’ guys.” Then, a bloody hand appeared on the screen behind her, which she turned around and shot. “Six,” she corrected. (y/n) gently pushed Soldier back and stuck her head out. “I’m so sorry Ms. Pauling,” (y/n) said. “I should’ve checked the area again, but I was being very careless at that time. I promise you it won’t happen again.” Ms. Pauling sighed. “Okay (y/n), I was expecting more from you.” (y/n) sighed. “I know, I’ll do better next time so you’re not left with more dirty work.”
The van slowed down as it entered a secret pathway to their base. “Look, just keep the briefcase safe okay?” Asked Ms. Pauling. “Have a good weekend guys.” Once the van stopped, Soldier said, “Goodbye Ms. Pauling! I’m leaving the van now!” “Bye bye, okay then,” Scout said. Before (y/n) got out, she heard Scout continue to talk. “Hey, Ms. Pauling! Before you go, uh…” He began to stammer, watching as Ms. Pauling was moving another body. (y/n) raised her eyebrow at his stammering. “Just ask her already,” she thought. Ms. Pauling was waiting for Scout to finish. “Scout what? Say something,” she said. Scout asked, “You’re probably real busy this weekend, right?” Ms. Pauling wiped her hands. “Funny you should mention that, um…looks like I will be burying bodies all weekend,” she said, picking up an axe. “So that you don’t go to jail,” she finished. (y/n) rolled her eyes and crossed her arms. “Oh g-good, so we’re both busy,” he stuttered. (y/n) slapped her hand against her face. “What an idiot,” she muttered. Ms. Pauling gave him a weird look, making Scout rub his neck in embarrassment. Sirens rang through the intercom, making Ms. Pauling leave. “Oh, got to go.” Once the intercom shut down, Scout fell back in his seat.
“Lot of people busy, with business,” he said in disappointment. (y/n) got out and leaned against the door with an unamused expression. Spy walked past them, a cigarette in between his fingers. “Asking out that dial tone again I see,” he said in his French accent. (y/n) glared at his rude comment. “Got to hell Spy,” Scout replied, getting out of the van. (y/n) stood up and walked next to him. “Scout, you have to step up your game.” Scout made a small sound, almost like a chuckle. “Step up my game?” he said in that Boston accent. “I don’t need to step up my game, I am the game.” (y/n) rolled her eyes. “That didn’t make any sense you know,” she said. Soldier began fixing the van as Demoman teleported somewhere else. (y/n) placed a hand on his shoulder. “Scout, I know you want to ask out Ms. Pauling but,” (y/n) looked for a way to put things nicely for him. “She’s totally out of your league plus, you’re so scared that it just, well… it doesn’t go together. You don’t even have the guts to ask her out man.” Scout brushed her shoulder away. “I’ve got guts, I’ve got plenty of it.” (y/n) rolled her eyes again. “Scout, you literally had twenty-seven times to ask her out and all you do is gobble like a turkey.” Scout brushed her comment off and walked towards a wooden table with one of Engineer’s teleporters on top of it. Medic and Engineer were on the other side of the table, looking at Scout. “Hey, look at all this,” he waved his hand around. “What have you two eggheads been working on?” He tossed his keys in between them, but neither of them caught it, both wearing a serious expression. “Nice catch,” he said slowly. (y/n) looked between the two of them, sensing a change in the atmosphere. What they didn’t know was the true danger among them.