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1962 March 12th, koth_viaduct.
The battle had been raging on for a good half an hour or so yet no one seem to be getting the upper hand. We countered eachother near perfectly, save for our Demoman getting drunk much more than his crimson counterpart. Speaking of Demomen, the Engineer caught the RED's one snooping around on the bridge, unnoticed.Engineer decided to catch the drunk by surprise.
"No way could retaliate under the effects of all that alchohol in his system all the time" He thought to himself.
As he steadily went under the bridge, trying to minimize the sound from his steps in snow, he couldn't shake the thought that the Demo wasn't here for a fight.
"Hmm, maybe, just maybe he's friendly or too drunk to do anything to me. Nevertheless he could just chop my head right there and then." Engineer's mind was filled with various scenarios as he climbed up to the bridge and slowly approached the small, run down shack connected to it.
Steadily closing on the bridge, he grabbed his trusty Frontier Justice, critboosted from his previous engagements near the control point. With each step his pace slowed as he avoided making unnecesiary noise for his target to get the upper hand on him. He peeked through the upper entrance and the RED Demoman, albeit in a very critical state.
"Oh damnit, what happened here man"
"Agh, one of yer spies snuck up on me and stabbed me thrice in the stomach, luckily for me old self I broke my last bottle of scrumpy on the lads skull, knocking him out and leaving him fa' dead. He's bleeding also. Heheh."
"Crap. Well uh, I can get that Medpack over there and help you with those stab wounds." The Engineer was panicking, he wasn't the type to kill defenseless enemies in the aftermath of the round but he never even thought of one day having to save the man thatvis your worst enemy on the battlefield.
"No need to worry 'bout me laddy, I messed and payed for my mistake, tally off you go now." Demoman was raising his hand point for the Engineer to leave but was abruptly cut off.
"Hey, no one sees us here, I have my sentry set up just outside. I'll just patch you up and we can wait till the match ends, aight?" Fen suggested.
"I spose' that should work matey. But I have to wonder, why are you helping me? It's my own fault for coming 'ere." Demoman wondered on the Engineers unusual behaviour.
"Why are you on the BLU side of the complex in the first place? That's what I want to know." The shorter man asked. "Seems like you wanted to get yourself killed or something. You succeded in the "getting yourself killed"...kind of" He looked down to the stab wounds in Demo's gut, gushing blood nonstop.
"Ah, well, here at RED we were running out of alchohol you see, so I decided to try my luck with you guys. The bloody Scout's been stealing my drinks for the past week or so.and the shipments arrived once a month"
"Well whatever your plan of action was it fell flat on its face and failed miserably..." Engineer chuckled "We could've done a trade or something of the likes: You give me some of your explosives for a few bottles of Mann Co. brand beer!"
"Ya, but if someone saw us we'd be dead on the spot. They don't tolerate cross-company relationships between any of its members."
True, we would have to do it after a battle or something. Maybe somewhere in cp_coldfront, on one of the roofs as an example".
Could work, we just gotta be a bit sneaky beaky on our way there. It's best if you leave right about now, I hear RED's coming up here, looks like your team got wiped out while we were dilly-dalling here for the past 10 minutes."
"Oh uh, I knew that." He looked around nerviously. Anywho I will take my leave now, hope to see you soon mate. Before leaving, Engineer gave him a thumbs up.
Well I'm hoping I'll be seeing you around." With those words he left the shack.
Just moments later he froze after hearing a gunshot from where he had just been. Did he kill himself or did someone else got him?
"Did he kill himself or did someone else got him?" The words echoed through his head. Respawn is there, but why would he shoot himself. He wasn't in that much pain was he?
Nevertheless, the two met a few days later, traded and shared a beer whilst talking about their respective teams failires and sucesses.