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Suddenly, I was pinned on to the dull grey bed. A knife at my throat. "What made you think this? Answer me!" He voice was dry and vicious, I was hyperventilating from the sudden movements and his aggressive tone. "You fucking told me you weren't armed!"

He growls.

"Okay fine, I figured that out myself!" He paused, giving a curious look whilst cocking a brow. "Is that so?" I stared at the knife, "Of course it's true! There was a rumour then later the team said something about a Christian Brutal Sniper guy! He's you! Isn't he?" Sniper removed the knife from my throat, lifted me up by the neck of the top, my feet high above the ground.

"Give me one good reason why Oi shouldn't kill you?" His brows squeezed together, his teeth gritted. "You need me! You said decoy! I'm your girl! Me, _______ _______! You want revenge from my team! Fine..." Sniper grinned "Good girl." He dropped me to the ground, I landed on my feet luckily.

"But... On one condition." I started.

"Hm? What's that?" said Sniper

"You tell me from start to finish, your grudge against the BLU team. That's all." I finished. Sniper chuckled, "Why do you want to know so bad?" "Because, I am a member of BLU. Like it or not, I have every right to know." His eyes glowed a deep red colour, "As long as your here, your rights can go piss off. You do what I say, if not. I'll send your 'ead to your team."
Son of a bitch. Fine I'll have to just find out myself! "I'll figure out myself if you won't tell me." Sniper began to laugh hysterically, "Don't make me laugh, Sheila. I lock you in every room that you set foot in so that your sneaky ass won't snoop around in moi business." He smirked. My teeth gritted hard against each other.

We'll just see about that, won't we?

He finished bandaging the rest of my wounds, he grinned at my determination. I will find out, just you wait and see. After finishing, he lifted himself from the bed and chuckled, "Good luck 'figuring it out'." And just like that an ear wrenching slam was heard, he has to stop with slamming the doors.

Sitting in the room for a good hour. My eyes trailed around the room, only a night stand, the bed I'm sitting on and the door. I look to the ceiling area and my eyes widened. Bingo! At the corner of the wall to the right was an air vent. This is simply; crawl through the vent, find some information and don't get caught.

I guess the nightstand can help me reach the vent. The nightstand was much lighter than I thought, but the drawers slip open so easily. I frowned, carefully lifting the stand off its place, carrying below the vent. I pressed one foot on the top of the drawers, it didn't break thank god! I lifted the rest of my weight onto the drawers and lifted the rest of my body weight into the vent.

It was tight but, I think I'd squeeze through it no problem. I crawled out of the vent fell face first to the concrete floor. "Ow..." I murmured, I began scratching my head whilst lifting myself off the ground. Okay, deep breath. Time to search.

I attempted to keep my heartbeat and breath as steady possible. Stepping cautiously, I looked around the dull room, with many grey doors. I decided to look around but not too far away so that I don't get lost, there was a corridor to where the room were I "earned" my scars, I decided to go for that direction for now.

I power walked my way down. Make it quick, better safe than sorry. I investigated the corridor, the door to the room I slept in previously was laying open. I guess I should resume my task. 1) Break the bars on the windows. 2) And with that light search within to find something about Sniper.

I quickly clung to the wood and ripped the dead, decomposing wood off the window. The light stung my eyes like a vampire in the sunlight, my eyes adjusted to the light. The window was thin, I gingerly opened it. The view was beautiful. Clear skies, the sun high up and bright, the summer breeze so fresh and clean. I took in a drag of the air. I exhaled like it was my last. I was mesmerised by the view of a dry summers afternoon, the view took my breath away.

I reluctantly escaped my trance. I began to search under the bed, nothing. In the drawers, nothing. On the table of weapons, nothing. I groaned like a moody teenager. "Dammit! Nothing!" I thought. I should check the other rooms quickly.

I began marching out of the room until, "Oof!" I hit against something firm. I landed on my ass, scratching my head while hearing a familiar fading noise... Oh shit, Spy's cloaking device. RED Spy revealed himself, his expression wasn't too pleased, he takes a drag of his cigarette then he smirks saying "Ah, mademoiselle. Good to zee 'ou again, I zee 'ou are enjoying the view non?" His smooth voice trails into my ears. I quickly got up, trying my hardest to say something smart to him.

"Zhere's no need for zhat." Spy commented on my fidgeting, "I'm surprised 'ou got out. It zeems I have underestimated 'ou..."

"What do you want?" My tone was stone hard.

"I want to help 'ou believe it or not... Sniper's away, we don't have much time but I can help."

I was in distraught, a Spy? Wanting to help me? Strange... But he would know something about Sniper. It'll do...

"I would like to know something about Sniper, something that could get me to tell him his grudge against my team."

He drops his cigarette on the floor and squishes it. Smiling fondly back at me, "Come zhen follow me, I've got just the place." Spy led me through an unknown trail of corridors, I tried to savour as much path as my mind can consume. We reached a mahogany brown door, with a red Bio-Hazard symbol on it. I knew this was his room, Spy looked at me with concern. "Brace yourself." Spy creaked open the door.

It was a small, thin room. Wallpaper decaying, shredded curtain and bed sheets but there was blood stains everywhere; On the walls, on the bed, decaying limbs and blades on the nightstand, I fell to the floor feeling like I was going to vomit at the morbid room.

"What kind of fucked up shit is th- Hmph!" I shouted, but being cut off by the remains of what was in my stomach to come out. I swallowed. I cringed at the horrid taste. "Zhere's a file in zhis room, inside zhe drawer of zhe nightztand." I rose to my feet and tried to look confident. I walked pass Spy into the disgusting room.

Keeping my head up high, in efforts of facing my fears and getting the job done. I rummaged through the drawers, nothing but; knives, napkins of blood and a horrid smell of death and decay. Underneath all of the that was the treasure. The file. I eagerly grabbed it and opened it, there was a picture of him without the beard, he had green eyes, perfect sun kissed skin, his hair was slightly shorter (also a bit tidier) and he was smiling, no, not an evil smirk. It was an actual smile. Sniper looked pretty handsome. I took that photo and buried into my back pocket. I began to focus on the information in the file.

"Name: Mr. Mundy

Sex: Male

Age: Unknown

Class: Sniper

Height: 6"3

Nationality: Australian

Years active: 1968-1987

Status: Unknown (Deceased but rumoured to be alive.)"

Wow, that name is unusual. Mundy. I guess that could work and fuck off! He is NOT six foot three! He's at least seven foot. How'd he grow so quick? I guess I could use this to my advantage. I put the file back into the drawer, I walked out of the room slowly, being vigilant about not damaging his room. I met Spy outside.

"Well, got what 'ou were looking for?" He asked.

"Yeah, thanks." I replied

"Good. I would like to azk a favour of 'ou. Would you mind not telling Sniper that I had helped you?"

"Um, sure."

"Merci."

We began walking back to the room, when we got there, Spy had difficulty opening the door. "How'd 'ou get out?" He murmured. I pointed to the vent, his eyebrows reached the sky. "Give me a boost, please?" I ask softly, he steadied himself in position. My foot stood on his cupped hands, he pushed me up. I climbed into the vent squeezing myself into the confined space. I managed to land on my two feet this time, I then realised.

"Spy?" Checking if he was still there.

"Oui?"

"I just wanted to say thank you, for getting the clothes and, persuading Sniper to patch me up..."

"No need to zhank me. It's what a true gentleman does, help a lady in need."

I smiled and hopped off the drawers. I lifted the drawers and began to move it it backwards, then. All of a sudden...

Slip! Crash!

"Ow ha-ha-how! Fuck!" I gasped out. The drawers had slipped and collided with my knee, giving it a harsh plum purple bruise. My eyes began to water and my teeth dug into my bottom lip. I breathed in... Then out... I lifted the drawers and set it right back to it's place.

I examined my knee, "it's just a bruise. I'll live." I whispered rubbing the water off my eyes. I sat on my the bed, taking the photo out and admiring him... He was dreamy... I snapped out of my trance. "Jesus Christ, I'm not crushing on 'him'." I thought whilst I cringed.

I heard the loud footsteps coming, I panicked and slid the photo into the drawer and slammed it shut. Click! The door swung open as Sniper or should I say Mundy came in into the room. With his usual grumpy face. "So mate, 'ow did your little investigation go, huh?"

"Pretty well." I smirked while folding my arms.

He chuckled, "Someone's a little cocky, eh Shei-la..." Sniper's smile faded when he saw my bruise. "Where'd you get that?" His voice hardened. I wasn't going to give in any longer.

"You said figure it out. So I did."

"'ow did you get out?"

"Are you blind?" I pointed at the vent. "Did you think I wouldn't be able to fit through there. Look, the drawers hit my knee alright. Try and figure the rest yourself."

Sniper looks as angry as he could ever be. He hand got in stance to slap me but before that could happen... "Mundy! Don't!" I screamed as my arms moved to block my face. He froze. "Did Spoi tell you?" "No." I hesitated for a moment. I reached into the drawer and got the picture of him.

"I'm sorry." I muttered. "But, I need to know. I was in your room. I figured it out the basics all on my own... I just want you, to tell me the rest...." I gave him a sympathetic look. He stared at the photo with fascination, as if he hasn't seen the real him in so long.

He sighed, giving the photo back to me. "Alroight, I'll tell you. But it may take a while and Oi'm not repeating moiself so pay attention..."

I smiled softly, "Okay." He sat himself at the end if the bed, rummaging through his pocket, Sniper pulled out a shining red apple. "'Ere, you're bound to be starving." I took the shining fruit off his hand. Crunch! I took a massive bite from it, it tasted so sweet and fresh, the juice trailing down my lips.

"Thank you." I whispered so quietly.

Sniper's expression didn't change. He sighed, and introduced the beginning of his story...

"It 'appened only a year or so ago..."

At that moment, I was so glad I snuck out...

~To be continued~

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Suddenly, I was pinned on to the dull grey bed. A knife at my throat. "What made you think this? Answer me!" He voice was dry and vicious, I was hyperventilating from the sudden movements and his aggressive tone. "You fucking told me you weren't armed!"

He growls.

"Okay fine, I figured that out myself!" He paused, giving a curious look whilst cocking a brow. "Is that so?" I stared at the knife, "Of course it's true! There was a rumour then later the team said something about a Christian Brutal Sniper guy! He's you! Isn't he?" Sniper removed the knife from my throat, lifted me up by the neck of the top, my feet high above the ground.

"Give me one good reason why Oi shouldn't kill you?" His brows squeezed together, his teeth gritted. "You need me! You said decoy! I'm your girl! Me, _______ _______! You want revenge from my team! Fine..." Sniper grinned "Good girl." He dropped me to the ground, I landed on my feet luckily.

"But... On one condition." I started.

"Hm? What's that?" said Sniper

"You tell me from start to finish, your grudge against the BLU team. That's all." I finished. Sniper chuckled, "Why do you want to know so bad?" "Because, I am a member of BLU. Like it or not, I have every right to know." His eyes glowed a deep red colour, "As long as your here, your rights can go piss off. You do what I say, if not. I'll send your 'ead to your team."
Son of a bitch. Fine I'll have to just find out myself! "I'll figure out myself if you won't tell me." Sniper began to laugh hysterically, "Don't make me laugh, Sheila. I lock you in every room that you set foot in so that your sneaky ass won't snoop around in moi business." He smirked. My teeth gritted hard against each other.

We'll just see about that, won't we?

He finished bandaging the rest of my wounds, he grinned at my determination. I will find out, just you wait and see. After finishing, he lifted himself from the bed and chuckled, "Good luck 'figuring it out'." And just like that an ear wrenching slam was heard, he has to stop with slamming the doors.

Sitting in the room for a good hour. My eyes trailed around the room, only a night stand, the bed I'm sitting on and the door. I look to the ceiling area and my eyes widened. Bingo! At the corner of the wall to the right was an air vent. This is simply; crawl through the vent, find some information and don't get caught.

I guess the nightstand can help me reach the vent. The nightstand was much lighter than I thought, but the drawers slip open so easily. I frowned, carefully lifting the stand off its place, carrying below the vent. I pressed one foot on the top of the drawers, it didn't break thank god! I lifted the rest of my weight onto the drawers and lifted the rest of my body weight into the vent.

It was tight but, I think I'd squeeze through it no problem. I crawled out of the vent fell face first to the concrete floor. "Ow..." I murmured, I began scratching my head whilst lifting myself off the ground. Okay, deep breath. Time to search.

I attempted to keep my heartbeat and breath as steady possible. Stepping cautiously, I looked around the dull room, with many grey doors. I decided to look around but not too far away so that I don't get lost, there was a corridor to where the room were I "earned" my scars, I decided to go for that direction for now.

I power walked my way down. Make it quick, better safe than sorry. I investigated the corridor, the door to the room I slept in previously was laying open. I guess I should resume my task. 1) Break the bars on the windows. 2) And with that light search within to find something about Sniper.

I quickly clung to the wood and ripped the dead, decomposing wood off the window. The light stung my eyes like a vampire in the sunlight, my eyes adjusted to the light. The window was thin, I gingerly opened it. The view was beautiful. Clear skies, the sun high up and bright, the summer breeze so fresh and clean. I took in a drag of the air. I exhaled like it was my last. I was mesmerised by the view of a dry summers afternoon, the view took my breath away.

I reluctantly escaped my trance. I began to search under the bed, nothing. In the drawers, nothing. On the table of weapons, nothing. I groaned like a moody teenager. "Dammit! Nothing!" I thought. I should check the other rooms quickly.

I began marching out of the room until, "Oof!" I hit against something firm. I landed on my ass, scratching my head while hearing a familiar fading noise... Oh shit, Spy's cloaking device. RED Spy revealed himself, his expression wasn't too pleased, he takes a drag of his cigarette then he smirks saying "Ah, mademoiselle. Good to zee 'ou again, I zee 'ou are enjoying the view non?" His smooth voice trails into my ears. I quickly got up, trying my hardest to say something smart to him.

"Zhere's no need for zhat." Spy commented on my fidgeting, "I'm surprised 'ou got out. It zeems I have underestimated 'ou..."

"What do you want?" My tone was stone hard.

"I want to help 'ou believe it or not... Sniper's away, we don't have much time but I can help."

I was in distraught, a Spy? Wanting to help me? Strange... But he would know something about Sniper. It'll do...

"I would like to know something about Sniper, something that could get me to tell him his grudge against my team."

He drops his cigarette on the floor and squishes it. Smiling fondly back at me, "Come zhen follow me, I've got just the place." Spy led me through an unknown trail of corridors, I tried to savour as much path as my mind can consume. We reached a mahogany brown door, with a red Bio-Hazard symbol on it. I knew this was his room, Spy looked at me with concern. "Brace yourself." Spy creaked open the door.

It was a small, thin room. Wallpaper decaying, shredded curtain and bed sheets but there was blood stains everywhere; On the walls, on the bed, decaying limbs and blades on the nightstand, I fell to the floor feeling like I was going to vomit at the morbid room.

"What kind of fucked up shit is th- Hmph!" I shouted, but being cut off by the remains of what was in my stomach to come out. I swallowed. I cringed at the horrid taste. "Zhere's a file in zhis room, inside zhe drawer of zhe nightztand." I rose to my feet and tried to look confident. I walked pass Spy into the disgusting room.

Keeping my head up high, in efforts of facing my fears and getting the job done. I rummaged through the drawers, nothing but; knives, napkins of blood and a horrid smell of death and decay. Underneath all of the that was the treasure. The file. I eagerly grabbed it and opened it, there was a picture of him without the beard, he had green eyes, perfect sun kissed skin, his hair was slightly shorter (also a bit tidier) and he was smiling, no, not an evil smirk. It was an actual smile. Sniper looked pretty handsome. I took that photo and buried into my back pocket. I began to focus on the information in the file.

"Name: Mr. Mundy

Sex: Male

Age: Unknown

Class: Sniper

Height: 6"3

Nationality: Australian

Years active: 1968-1987

Status: Unknown (Deceased but rumoured to be alive.)"

Wow, that name is unusual. Mundy. I guess that could work and fuck off! He is NOT six foot three! He's at least seven foot. How'd he grow so quick? I guess I could use this to my advantage. I put the file back into the drawer, I walked out of the room slowly, being vigilant about not damaging his room. I met Spy outside.

"Well, got what 'ou were looking for?" He asked.

"Yeah, thanks." I replied

"Good. I would like to azk a favour of 'ou. Would you mind not telling Sniper that I had helped you?"

"Um, sure."

"Merci."

We began walking back to the room, when we got there, Spy had difficulty opening the door. "How'd 'ou get out?" He murmured. I pointed to the vent, his eyebrows reached the sky. "Give me a boost, please?" I ask softly, he steadied himself in position. My foot stood on his cupped hands, he pushed me up. I climbed into the vent squeezing myself into the confined space. I managed to land on my two feet this time, I then realised.

"Spy?" Checking if he was still there.

"Oui?"

"I just wanted to say thank you, for getting the clothes and, persuading Sniper to patch me up..."

"No need to zhank me. It's what a true gentleman does, help a lady in need."

I smiled and hopped off the drawers. I lifted the drawers and began to move it it backwards, then. All of a sudden...

Slip! Crash!

"Ow ha-ha-how! Fuck!" I gasped out. The drawers had slipped and collided with my knee, giving it a harsh plum purple bruise. My eyes began to water and my teeth dug into my bottom lip. I breathed in... Then out... I lifted the drawers and set it right back to it's place.

I examined my knee, "it's just a bruise. I'll live." I whispered rubbing the water off my eyes. I sat on my the bed, taking the photo out and admiring him... He was dreamy... I snapped out of my trance. "Jesus Christ, I'm not crushing on 'him'." I thought whilst I cringed.

I heard the loud footsteps coming, I panicked and slid the photo into the drawer and slammed it shut. Click! The door swung open as Sniper or should I say Mundy came in into the room. With his usual grumpy face. "So mate, 'ow did your little investigation go, huh?"

"Pretty well." I smirked while folding my arms.

He chuckled, "Someone's a little cocky, eh Shei-la..." Sniper's smile faded when he saw my bruise. "Where'd you get that?" His voice hardened. I wasn't going to give in any longer.

"You said figure it out. So I did."

"'ow did you get out?"

"Are you blind?" I pointed at the vent. "Did you think I wouldn't be able to fit through there. Look, the drawers hit my knee alright. Try and figure the rest yourself."

Sniper looks as angry as he could ever be. He hand got in stance to slap me but before that could happen... "Mundy! Don't!" I screamed as my arms moved to block my face. He froze. "Did Spoi tell you?" "No." I hesitated for a moment. I reached into the drawer and got the picture of him.

"I'm sorry." I muttered. "But, I need to know. I was in your room. I figured it out the basics all on my own... I just want you, to tell me the rest...." I gave him a sympathetic look. He stared at the photo with fascination, as if he hasn't seen the real him in so long.

He sighed, giving the photo back to me. "Alroight, I'll tell you. But it may take a while and Oi'm not repeating moiself so pay attention..."

I smiled softly, "Okay." He sat himself at the end if the bed, rummaging through his pocket, Sniper pulled out a shining red apple. "'Ere, you're bound to be starving." I took the shining fruit off his hand. Crunch! I took a massive bite from it, it tasted so sweet and fresh, the juice trailing down my lips.

"Thank you." I whispered so quietly.

Sniper's expression didn't change. He sighed, and introduced the beginning of his story...

"It 'appened only a year or so ago..."

At that moment, I was so glad I snuck out...

~To be continued~