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Genre: Adventure, Drama
Published: 2002-03-28 07:39:32
Updated: 2002-03-28 07:39:32
Packaged: 2016-04-26 21:04:29
Chapters : 1
Words : 5,104
Summary: A true story based on a gritting Team Fotress match where
the stakes were high and the odds impossible.
TFC - Well
I stared at the Heavy Weapons Guy beside me, half amused, half drunk.
If not for the blazing sounds of battle, I could have sworn he was
cursing under his breath as well. He turned and gave me a look of
determination and dashed out of our spawning area. I rolled my eyes
and did the same.
><br>Suddenly the trumpets blared. I heard the engineer beside me
groan. This was the 8th sentry gun he was setting up. As I walked by
him, I nodded and acknowledged his presence. He was after all a good
soldier and he was dedicated in defending the base.
><br>But things still looked bad. Our team was down by 70 points. We
were being led 70-0. The blue team seemed invincible. Previous
entries into their bases as a spy prooved unsuccessful . They had
snipers, heavy weapons and medics guarding every nook and cranny of
their flag room.
><br>I stared hard at the other end of the hallway. A young soldier
emerged from the other spawning area. Another good man. I watched him
die many times trying to stop the enemy from breaching our defences.
He seemed defeated. As though he had already given up hope long ago.
The sparks of fire washed from his eyes.
><br>Next to him our field medic appeared having just been shot down
by an enemy sentry. He looked bewildered as though he could not
accept what had just happened to him. Over the open channels one of
the enemy spoke .
><br> I STF I Viper : Red . You musn't touch blue flag you know, 's bad mojo
><br>I grit my teeth stared hard at the ground and swore we'd get
their flag, someway, somehow. With one last nod to the engineer who
was now setting up a dispenser, I walked out of Red Base.
><br>I was caught off guard by a bullet to the side of my arm. In
reflex, I turned towards my assailant with my auto-rifle and snarled.
><br>Bad move. A big blue heavy weapons guy grinned at me and started
drilling holes in me. Before I could fire, I felt my body flung
backwards into the soldier who had come to see what the commotion was
all about. All the same, the last thing I heard before passing out
was the firing of rockets and a soldier's cry for the medic.
><br>I switched roles. If I wanted to get into Blue Base, I'd have to
be more subtle, and unnoticable. Putting aside my sniper hat I fit
myself into the tight spy jumpsuit. Outside the spawning room, cries
of agony erupted. Defence failed again. The blues were in. Shortly I
was joined by the medic who once more appeared as bewildered as
before. Without hestitation I left the room disguised as a blue
engineer, the medic still in a daze.
><br>The alarms sounded. Our flag had been taken. Everyone began to
panic. A red heavy weapons guy saw me and fired blindly with rage.
Fortunately, friendly fire was off. I flew back a few yards from the
impact. Behind him a soldier that I had never seen before approached
him. At once I tried to shout out. To warn him, but my I was too
slow. Too late, the blue spy slit his throat. He was gone.
><br>Just then a figure dashed past me. He had my flag. I looked
behind to see a few more members from my team chasing after. I
realized, this was my chance . The blue spy beckoned for me to follow
him. I did.
><br>With a motley group of people chasing after us, I 'escorted' the
spy and the flag carrier back to their base. I felt guilty in a way,
that I had become a distraction target for my team. I felt a few
friendly sniper bullets hitting the back of my head, then bouncing
><br>We reached the small canal in front of Blue Base. The scout
carrying the flag hopped into the water. I followed. I don't know
where the other spy went but it did not matter. There was a chance I
could delay our flag from being captured. As we entered the
underwater sewer passageway, I flipped out my dart gun. A quick and
precise shot was all I needed. It connected, the scout slowed down
and I closed in with my knife.
><br>As his corpse slowly bobbled up and down in the undercurrent, I
realized I had made a mistake. Now the enemy would know of my
presence. I began to make haste. If I were to get to the enemy flag
in time, I would have to do it while I still have what's left of my
element of surprise.
><br>Coming out of the water, I scanned the area. It was empty.
Something did not feel right. Call it a gut reaction perhaps. I had
been here many times before and it was crowded with activity. Quietly
I crawled towards the crane that would lift me up to the second floor
of the room. The crane would attrack attention. I just had to hope no
one was around to hear it. Perhaps they had all gone to retrieve the
flag. Yes. Perhaps.
><br>As the crane neared the top, I felt as if I were being watched.
The back of my spine tingled as I stared at my feet. A little red dot
was on it. Slowly the dot moved up and up until finally it was on my
face. I began to sweat. I was not dead yet. The sniper's playing with
me. He knows I've seen the dot. He wants to see my fear. Wants to
watch me panic.
><br>I did. As if I were on fire, I stood up and leapt back down
towards the water. No sooner had I stood up, the rifle from an
unknown location let loose its bullet. I was dead before my body his
the ground below.
><br>The trumpets roared. The enemy captured the flag again. Over our
team channel, someone swore again, with words I never knew existed.
Once more I set off to get the enemy flag.
><br>The moment I left base, bullets and rockets filled the air. I
quickly swerved and ran to the far side of the entrance. A swarm of
blue soldiers, medics and spies disguised as my teammates were
rushing in. I watched as the sentry guns blow up, one by one. Just
like how I heard my teammates dropping. The scene was unbearable. We
had to make the capture. We had to. The score was 80-0.
><br>In the midst of combat and enemy sniper spotted me, or more like
I spotted him. I ducked and leaped aside which was a good thing I did
for no sooner than I had my feet off the ground, a bullet hit the
floor behind it. Not wanting to waste the few precious seconds I had
left, I quickly dashed towards the central bunker in the map. It was
a one chance kind of thing. On the other side, I realized my quick
leap of faith had made me target of all the five snipers encamped in
strategic positions. Only luck and alot of religion could save me
><br>The alarms rang once more. I managed to get to the bunker for
cover, but what if the force coming out with the flag saw me. I had
noticed that I was the only Red out of the base. They'd make short
work of me, that I knew. It was decided. I checked my disguise and it
looked well enough. At least to fool the sentry guns.
><br>With a determination I never knew I had, I dashed out of the
bunker towards Blue Base, into the sights of five veteran snipers. At
once I did what I had been trained during boot camp. I strafed to the
left and the right. I jumped and hop. The shots were close. One
passed directly between my ear and my head. I could feel some of the
fabric ripping. The disguise would hold. I reached the entrance and
hit the controls to open the door. I made it in.
><br>Behind me the sounds of many foots steps could be heard. I
wouldn't take the chance . They can have that flag, but I'll get
theirs over my dead body. I wished I hadn't said that. From the
corner of my eye, I saw a sniper emerge. He was hunting for me. He
came from the passageway to the right while I quickly slipped in from
the left. Sentries lined the area. I prayed to whatever entity that
existed beyond the skybox that my disguise wouldn't fail me.
><br>I quietly walked up the ramp to the mid section of the base.
Here a sniper was poking his rifle about. Taking fun shots at my
base. I'd have pulled my knife on him if it weren't for a greater
purpose later on. Just as I neared the elevator to the second floor,
he paused and looked at me . I froze.
><br>He hadn't chared his rifle yet so I assumed he wasn't going to
shoot me. He was just checking if I were a spy. And dammit I was. He
edged closer. If he was near enough, he'd see through my engineer
disguised. Pointing his rifle at me in an unnatural way he lifted his
gun and aimed. I saw the shining red light from his laser sighted
scope. He was going to shoot me! I swallowed my saliva. The elevator
was still a good three steps away. This close, it was possible to
dodge an amatuer sniper but this guy had been in the last three wars.
I had seen him on avanti and dustbowl . He was a cold blooded killer
when it came to picking heads off the enemy. Just then a thought hit
me. He still didn't know if I were a spy or not. He was only going to
take a pot shot to find out. If I acted natural...
><br>I glared at the corner of the wall. Not in the suspicious way.
More like what engineer would do when he was looking for a nice spot
for build his sentry. I walked slowly over and stared at the ground.
From the corner of my eye, I saw his nozzle waver. He was buying it.
Or he wasn't. He edged even closer to me now. Too close. In just a
step or two he would know. I stared at his neck. I realized, I could
try to kill him there and then. But that would not serve my purpose.
In the distance, trumpets blared again. 90-0.
><br>I began to look left and right. Act like an engineer I told
myself. I strafed a little. This looks like a good spot, don't you
think? I gestured to the sniper. Oh shit! He wasn't buying it. His
sniper rifle charged up again. Three feet from him, it was impossible
to dodge him now. I could almost see the red dot on my forehead. I
closed my eyes and prepared for the worse.
><br>He screamed. I screamed. Then I opened my eyes. He was lying on
the floor. I felt the friendly thud of another sniper bullet. It was
DiZiMx, one of the more faithful but inaccurate snipers. Or perhaps
accurate. It didn't matter. This time my cover was intact. All I have
to do was get the flag. The flag. An alarm sounded. Somebody had the
enemy flag. In a way, that was disappointing, for all the effort and
time I had taken to get here, somebody just waltzed in and stole the
enemy flag. As suddenly as the alarm came, I heard a deathcry. The
flag had been dropped. I took a deep breath. If I were to get away
with the flag, I'd have to get rid of their defence first. At the
thought of that, I frowned. Over the public channel I heard the same
><br> [ STF ] Viper : You red really should learn to stay out of my base.
><br>Outside, I could hear my team trying to fend off another rush of
blues. Footsteps. The sniper was returning. I didn't know how long I
had been standing there but at once I got on the elevator. It rose to
the mid point. I got off and restocked with the enemy supplies. Now I
headed for the second and final elevator. Just then I had a plan
already. I'd pretend to be fixing a sentry. When the sniper isn't
looking, I fix him and head for the knife. I smiled deviously. I was
one devious spy.
><br>The elevator rose. The weary creaking sounds telling how it had
been neglected by the Red engineers. I scoffed. In my base, the
engineers keep them oiled all the time. Perhaps that's why we can
never put up a good defence, I mused. Just then, my head hit
something and on impact, the elevator automatically moved down again,
like it was programmed to do so.
><br>I cursed rubbing my head. Something was blocking the way up. I
looked up to see an old, worn rifle nozzle and the smiling face of an
enemy sniper. I could have sworn he knew I was coming all along. The
last thing I heard before the elevator lifted my corpse was the sound
of an alarm. Damn. They got my flag again.
><br>Now I was aggravated. Worse. I was pissed. WTF have my men been
doing. Why can't they defend properly. If blue team needs only a
sniper to defend their flag room, why the hell is my entire team
defending the flag and still the defence fails. I clenched my fists.
These idiots! At least one thing was clear. I had to take out the
sniper. And to do that, I had to be fast and unexpected.
><br>So far so good. In the few minutes that followed after I had
taken out my trusty rifle from its casings, I had been swimming from
the underwater cisterns that led from our spawning room to the bunker
in the center of the map. Rather not meet another horde of blues
rushing for the flag. The trumpet had blared. 100 - 0. Lest I meet
the snipers again, I headed for the other end of the bunker where the
pipe to the blue base lay. I was a good five steps away when a figure
bumped into me. We made contact and started firing at each other. To
my horror it was a demolitions man. His grenades flew everywhere and
especially in such a close passageway, I was at a distinct
disadvantage. I switched to my crowbar and leaped at his face. A well
lobbed grenade hit me in the stomach and sent me flying four feet
back. I groaned but luckily I was still alive. But not for long if
this walking time bomb got the rest of me.
><br>Taking advantage of my suddenly impact, I switched to my sniper
rifle and proceeded to aim. He lobbed another grenade that exploded.
and the explosion, just inches away from me. There was no time to
think. I allowed my insticts to do the talking and fired. He fell. I
couldn't tell if it were because he were low on health already or my
bullet had pierced his chest, but he was dead. Still it was too soon
to rejoice. One last grenade had been fired before I hit him and it
was coming towards me. It struck me that if I ran backwards, that
would only please the grenade ever more. Instead I ran towards the
grenades. I hope I timed it right. Just as the grenade touched the
floor in its normal bouncing patter, I crossed my heart and leaped.
Seconds that seemed like hours passed. Then the explosion. My heart
leaped I was alive. But I frowned once more. With only 23 health
left. Not very good if I wanted to steal the enemy flag, but I had to
try. In the distance I heard the already common sound of my base's
alarm go off.
><br>The underwater passageway seemed darker than before. Perhaps I
wasn't used to swimming such long distances. I was a sniper dammit.
Sniper's don't swim. That kind of job was usually left for the scouts
and spies. Nevertheless, the so-called scouts and spies were busy
back in base trying to put up what they call a strong defence.
><br>I was nearing the end of the tunnels. My breath had nearly run
out. I submerged and tasted the stale but refreshing air of the enemy
base. It didn't smell too good, though, but that was not important.
As I slowly crept towatds the side of the crane, I scanned the area.
Quiet, as before. This time I was prepared. I edged to a better spot.
Perfect. I saw him. [STFJViper. His head was still visible, though he
was crouching on the top left corner of the second floor. He hadn't
seen me yet, or so I hoped. Charging up my rifle, I slowly moved the
dot from beneath his body. He'll never know what hit him.
><br>I let loose the shot. He was down. A nice shot to the head. I
screamed with joy. This was it. My moment of glory. I got on the
crane. It felt like forever as the crane slowly lifted me to the
second floor. I waited. It creaked to a halt. I got off and headed
for the flag room. Just then a bullet pierced my neck. I fell to the
floor, stomach down. Clutching at my throat desperately, I could
already feel myself blurting out blood from my mouth. The bullet had
come from behind me, and it was from another sniper. Chromedome . I
cursed myself for my carelessness. There was not one but two snipers
guarding the base. A huge boot blocked out my view. Still spasmodic,
I raised my head. A Heavy Weapons Guy looked down at me, grinning
evilly. The dakrness came.
><br> [ SFT ] Viper : Didn't I tell you to stay away? How many times do
you want to get killed before it sinks into that little head of
><br>When I appeared in my spawning room once more, the trumpets
blared. A double blow. This was the last straw. Beside me, a young
naive scout spawned and proceeded to rush out of the room without a
thought. Fool. Without the extra armor he would be dead in seconds. I
couldn't take the strain. I just blew. Over the team channel I
hollered at the rest of them.
><br>"You guys don't seem to be able to defend very well, so fuken
help me attack!"
><br>I didn't know if it was effective or not, but I did feel as
thought the odds had become even greater. Two snipers and a HW Guy.
Alone, I could not succeed. We had to work as a team. But when I left
the spawning room, it was the same disheartening sight. As I passed
the engineer again, I did not bother to nod in acknowledgement. This
was it. I knew I was alone in this.
><br>Once the doors opened, I heard the constant sound of battle. The
body of a scout flew into the air and into the water. I griped. That
could have been me.
><br>I reached the bunker. Enemy troops were running through as well.
I made sure I was either indistinct or unnoticable. I passed. For a
moment, it looked as though God was on my side. The enemy entrance
was empty and not one of the snipers seemed to notice me. I headed
towards the door. Faster and faster my feet took me. Then a bullet
hit the spot in front of me. In an instant, I had dived into the
water. Cursing to myself, I swam through the tunnels hoping the
sniper was either too occupied to report me or just left me alone.
><br>This time I thought of something. I crept to the side of the
bank, just enough so part of my face emerged but not enought for the
rest of me to show. I looked around. Yes, there he was. The sniper
was crouched like he always did. I took a slow aim. One shot. I had
to be quick.
><br>An explosion nearby caught my attention. I submerged just in
time to see a blue medic swim to my sice. All hell broke loose, I
primed both my grenades and let go of them. The medic swam closer.
With the right timing, I pulled away. The grenades blew. I allowed
myself to emerge a little and caught the medic as he soared into the
air and landed unscathed. I eyed him with suspicion. A spy! Of
course. I grinned. Perhaps we can do it this time. Unfortunately, my
little act had caught the enemy attention. I notice the red dots
flying to and fro across where I had emerged. Then they rested on the
><br>I bit my lip. If they shot him, I'd fail. What should I do.
Unexpectedly, the medic bounced into the air again. He had used his
stun grenades to propel him into the air. This caught the enemy off
guard ass well. Quickly over the team channel I cried out to him,
"Distract them!" I hoped he could hear me. He was busy avoiding the
sniper bullets that seem to chase him consistant ly . One mistake and
he'd be killed. I realized if he continued in this fashion, he'd fail
and jeopardize the entire mission. The next message I sent across the
channel, he had no trouble understanding.
><br>"Get out of there!"
><br>At once he headed for the exit. I heard the thump of someone
dropping from the second floor to the ground below. It was the HW
Guy. I quietly stared at him and patiently waited for him to go. All
was quiet once more. Perfect. They had all taken the bait. This was
easier than I thought. I grinned and stepped on a crane. It lifted me
up slowly. In the distance I heard the sounds of shooting and
explosions. The spy was doing just what he did best. Distraction.
><br>Suddenly I was aware that I was not alone. The red dot flashed
past my ankle. I froze. And yet at once I knew who it had to be. Him.
He stayed on. This time I was calmer. He was playing with me again. I
knew. The dot flashed across my eyes. This time I held onto my
sniper. Without charging up, I flipped my rifle up and fired at him.
It would be a very weak shot but killing him with it was not my
purpose. He hadn't expected me to shoot him. This was just to catch
him unaware. I heard his bullet hitting the chain of the crane. I
didn't have to think twice to use this chance to charge my gun. When
he had regained his posture, I saw him raise his rifle to deliver a
counter shot. I didn't wait for the charge to complete. It was now or
never. I let go the shot just as he hit me in the chest. It shook me
backwards and I missed his head. He would live. I nearly gave up.
><br>Then, to my surprise, my shot had sent him against the wall. He
slammed hard into it and fell forwards. Short to say, there was only
the fall in front of him. The ramp was only so wide. He fell down to
the ground below and his body was a huge pile of mess.
><br>Still it was too early to to be a cause for celebration. At once
I headed for the flag room. This time I was sure it was unguarded. My
hands touched the flag for the first time. Cool to the touch, the
flag vibrated with a strong glow in my hands. I ran like I never ran
before. The alarms in the enemy base went crazy but I just ran on. I
didn't dare stop.
><br>Instead of going down, I formulated a better plan. I headed to
the other end of the second floor, where the elevators were. After
all, the enemy would expect me in my desperation to rush out the main
exit. Here I got off the first elevator and landed in the supply
rooms. I didn't stop here either. It was a do or die thing. If I were
to be killed at that very instant, all I had lived to fight for,
would have become a lost cause. I leaped to the second elevator. The
><br>Beside me on the left and right were enemy snipers. They hadn't
seen me yet, which was good. I knew at once they were waiting for me
to run out of their base through the front door so they could shoot
me dead as I tried to escape. Normally, I would never pass a chance
to attack an unsuspecting enemy such as in a situation like this. But
there were bigger things at stake here. I watched as the two snipers
stood so very still, just waiting and sniping off the opposition.
When I was so sure neither one would simply turn around suddenly and
put a bullet to my head, i ran towards the window which gave them the
overview of the battlefield. Though not big enough for a flag carrier
to escape through, it was enough for the flag to be flung outside and
that was exactly what I did. Now that the flag was outside, this
should cause enough distraction for me to escape alive.
><br>It was a do or die. I rushed down to the main hallway where both
adjoining spawning rooms meet. The door opened, a sniper was there.
He paused on sight of me and took aim. I'd have told him to fuck off
but I didn't have the time to say so, I just ran like I've never ran
><br>Outside the fiercest battle took place. The blues were
determined to prevent my team from scoring a single capture. They
were hell bent on it. Engineers were trying to build sentries while
demolition and heavy weapons men were giving them cover. Now and then
a lone trooper would try to break through and be mowed down in the
process. I knew I could not get past so many. I almost wept.
><br>Then the most miraculous thing happened. The door to Red Base
opened. Not one, not two, but ALL the red team members were rushing
through that door. I heard the sound of my base's alarm as another
flag was being stolen but it looked as though nobody really cared any
more for that. The whole focus of the battle lay in the lone blue
flag that stood just outside Blue Base, surrounded by an encampment
of the most deadliest troopers this side of the map.
><br>It was war. I saw bodies shoot into the sky. Soldiers were
trying to pin down a single Heavy Weapons Guy. Red Snipers were
trying to take out the Blue Snipers before they could upset the rush.
Demomen were calling for medics. Engineers were furiously repairing
their sentries. It was madness. All hell broke loose.
><br>And where was I in all this? I stood at a dark spot, unseen by
the sentries and men. Waiting for the right moment. That flag of
course, was rightfully mine. I earned it. I had to make the capture.
Just then I saw the chance . The last sentry gun was down and
engineers were busy rebuilding more. I made my dash. I leaped out
only to be shot down by another sentry gun that had been well hidden
on the other side of my hiding place. I crused. If the flag was not
taken soon, it would automatically return to Blue Base. All was lost.
Inside the spawning room, I looked dejectedly at the ground whilst
troops reappeared and dashed out in a mad battle frenzy.
><br>Trumpets blared. The enemy had captured our flag again. It was
all bleak. We've lost. 120 - 0. A very bitter defeat. A cry rang out.
We got the flag. I looked up in surprise. It didn't take me long to
rush to the door. It was true. There the team was busy holding off
the now desperate enemy as a strong and burly Heavy Weapons Guy
marched towards me with the flag. I ushered him on and continued to
give support sniping at the enemy. I felt so full of joy at that
moment, every shot connected. I took down snipers on the other end
and weakened my of the invading army. A spy dashed past me. I took
aim and stopped. I watched through my scope and he ran past the
><br>No sooner had the spy ran past the corner, the flag was
captured. Everyone cheered. I swung around and wasted my last bullet
on a sniper who had just returned to his post. Lucky shot. [STF] Viper
><br>We barely had time to celebrate when the map ended. 120 - 10.
Although the spread was much, it did little to affect our morale. The
blue team were quiet. Defeated. Now did I realize, it has little to
do with scores. But the victory that counts. A higher score does not
equal to victory. 120 - 10. In a way, we won the game.
><br>If you hadn't guessed by now, the map played was TEC's well. The
event did happen though the names may have or may not have been
altered to hide the identities of the true person. The event was
altered slightly but the drama was real. In the story, I made only
four attempts to get the flag. In reality, there were almost as many
as fourty. There was also a medic who guarded the sewers and
sometimes a sniper would be there as well. It was nearly impossible
to break through but at the very last minute I did make it. By pure
luck perhaps. A few seconds after the capture, the game ended as told
in the story. Thank you.
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