95. Slices

[corrinesbell]

[a good bit of banging and clanging, and perhaps a bit of vocalized frustration, before a defeated Sheena sits down in a kitchen chair]

I didn't think it'd ever be this hard to make a sandwich. Geez.

[of course she has no idea she's left the book open. She can't see it]

Comments

[voice]

[sappingmysentry]

Bonjour, mademoiselle. I do not particularly care for sandwiches myself; too common and dull for my refined tastes. If the Heavy was still here, he would probably explain how to make one. However, then that oaf would eat any sandwiches that you made before you got the chance to. The extent of my knowledge on the subject is that you put whatever it is that normally goes on sandwiches between slices of bread.

[voice]

[corrinesbell]

The Heavy?

[for just a second she recognizes...but no]

I know how to make a sandwich.

[voice]

[sappingmysentry]

Yes; I don't know him by any other name, nor do I care to. He's a fat bald loud man who shoots anyone that touches his gun, and he speaks with a stupidly thick Russian accent.

[This is incredibly hypocritical, coming from someone who speaks with an even thicker French accent.]

The Medic mentioned he was here before.

If you know how to make a sandwich, then why is it proving difficult? I'm sure that if an absolute dullard like the Heavy could do it, an intelligent young woman such as yourself could perform such a task with ease!

[voice]

[corrinesbell]

I can't see, okay? Geez.

[voice]

[sappingmysentry]

My apologies; I did not know. Is there any particular reason for this blindness you are experiencing, or is it something natural?

[voice]

[corrinesbell]

They said I got experimented on. I dunno what that's really about either, my memories are all screwed up.

[voice]

[sappingmysentry]

Experimented on? Did the Medic do it, or was it the creatures that kidnapped us?

[voice]

[corrinesbell]

Some people called Malnosso.

['did the Medic do it.' ...Wait. Yeah. That's right! He did do some kinda bad experiment, that one time! But not to Sheena. Still there's the sound of an epiphany being had, which sounds exactly like her smacking her knee into the table leg]

[voice]

[sappingmysentry]

I see. My first instinct was that it was the Medic; that sick freak will experiment on anyone he gets his hands on, even his own teammates. I doubt he actually even took the Hippocratic Oath.

But enough on that subject. Might I inquire as to your name, mademoiselle?

[voice]

[corrinesbell]

[this sounds bad. And she knows it's bad because it's happened, right?]

I'm Sheena. What's yours?

[voice]

[sappingmysentry]

That information is classified. However, you may refer to me as "RED Team's Chief Intelligence Gatherer and General Espionage Expert" or "Spy" for short.

[voice]

[corrinesbell]

Red team?

[voice]

[sappingmysentry]

It was my affiliation prior to my arrival here. We waged was with the BLU team over territory, briefcases, carts with explosives sticking out of them, gravel, and testing out new weapons, among other things. However, I suppose my affiliation does not have much of a meaning here; to my knowledge, there aren't any members of the BLU team present.

[voice]

[corrinesbell]

[war over briefcases? Seriously?]

Uh...guess I should be glad about that.

[voice]

[sappingmysentry]

Yes, you should. If there were any BLU team members, we at RED would be sworn to wage war with them regardless of the setting or the cost. Given that no one can die permanently here, this would mean that every time we encounter one another would turn into a bloody affair and lead to at least one more death.

[voice]

[corrinesbell]

That's pretty stupid.