Night 2: Socialized Healthcare
The **Sniper **sat antsy in his bunk. He hadn’t fired his gun in days, and he was feeling mighty impatient. He snuck out of his bunk – trying to ignore the demoman furiously taming his own cyclops beneath the sheets – and stepped out down the hallways of 2Fort. He stopped momentarily, to gaze out the window. It was quiet out there – too quiet. He focused on, trying to find any sign of movement across the way.
“Did ze find anything?” said the Medic, walking down the hallway as well.
“No, nothing…” said the sniper, who suddenly paused. “What are you doing out of your bed this late, Medic?”
“Looking for you, az a matter of fact” said the Medic. “I think Saxton Hale is going to try to kill you tonight. So I’m here to help.”
The **sniper **raised an eyebrow. “I don’t believe you, mate” he said. “Why me?”
“It’s obvious, you’re our leader now. Losing you would be a big setback. So I’m here for your protection.” The **Medic **stepped closer. As he did, the **Sniper **grabbed his knife, and pushed him up against the wall, the blade at his throat. “Very clever, Spy. Unfortunately, I’m not falling for your tricks tonight.”
“Tricks? What Tricks?” The **Medic **Gulped. “Please, you’re making a big mistake. Let me protect you!”
“From what? An imaginary Saxton Hale?” sneered the Sniper. “Listen, Bloke, there’s nobody coming after me tonight, except you.”
“Oh, I don’t know about that” said Saxton Hale, emerging in the doorway behind the two men. He looked over, and saw the Medic. “What are you doing here?”
The Sniper looked backwards momentarily, before realizing the truth. He removed the knife from the **Medic’s **neck. “Sorry, Mate. Never can be too careful.”
The **Medic **rubbed his neck, bleeding a bit from the Snipers cut. “This is going to leave a scar, you fuhrer.” He looked up to Hale, brandishing his medigun.
“I’m here to protect against you, actually” said the Medic. “I knew you would come.”
**Saxton Hale **smirked. “Even with your precious Uber, you can’t stop my Australium wrench!” He raised a bright, golden wrench above his head.
“We’ll see about that! Medic, hit me, now!” The Sniper posed in a battle ready position, his outback blade ready to taste Saxton Hale’s blood.
The **Medic ** nodded, and hit **Synonym **right in the back. Only, not with his medigun… with a switchblade. **Synonym **closed his eyes in defeat.
“Of course… I’m a bloody Drongo.” He dropped to his knees, and fell to the ground. His vision started to fade, as he could hear the spy and Saxton Hale laughing, and congratulating each other on the kill.
He drifted off to darkness, a comforting place with no more worries. Standing before him was his dad.
“Father?” said the Sniper, “What are you doing here?”
“I’ve come to tell you, I accept who you are. I’m sorry I called you a crazed gunman. I know better now.”
“Dad… that’s all I’ve ever wanted from you…”
As he moved in for a hug, he felt himself yanked backwards, out of the peaceful scene, and into a more harsh reality.
As the red lights faded from around him, he noticed another in the room. The BLU sniper. He sighed.
“Hale?” said the Sniper.
“Yeah, Hale” replied the other Sniper.
“Fucking Aussies, mate. Fucking Aussies.”
Synonym has 12 hours to submit a last gasp
It is now Day 3. Day 3 will last 36 hours. Votes are due at 9:00 AM PST on friday, the 20th
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