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[hands_of_blu]

Contrary to some expectations, there will still be working hours tomorrow for the endless battle between BLU and RED in Medic's world. However, a few minor modifications are being made to accommodate the fact that the Americans are the largest bloc on both teams. For one, the fighting's stopping early; for another, the intelligence briefcases are

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[bonk_bonk]

"YO DOC, WHAT'S UP?"

Haha you thought you could get away from him, didn't you?

Suckeeeeeer.

(OOC: Gotta do that work thing, so slowtimes needed, but I had to jump while the jumping was good.)

[bonk_bonk]

"Psh, whatever, I'll run circles around him. THE RED BASTARD THOUGH... if I break the rules and blow his face off, what happens?"

[hands_of_blu]

"Zey haf security here und holding cells," says the Medic. "I expect you'll be imprisoned for a time in vun of zem. Possibly longer zan any of us would like, considering ze lack of respawners anywhere in ze area."

[bonk_bonk]

Scout rolls that thought around in his brain a bit, thinking it over.

Imprisoned away from team = bad.

Blowing RED Spy's face off where he theoretically might not be able to respawn = very good.

... He will consider his options next time it becomes relevant.

This is clearly written across his very expressive face.

[hands_of_blu]

"Chust bear in mind zat I haf no idea vot ze legal system is like here," says the Medic. "Vezzer ve can get you out or not und vezzer zey can prevent you from entering again, I do not know. Bear it in mind before deciding anysing, mm?"

[bonk_bonk]

"BUT HE'S OBNOXIOUS!"

Kettle, this is the pot calling, I just thought I'd let you know that you're black.

[hands_of_blu]

"Save it for vork hours," the Medic advises. "Und find ozzer ways to pay him back. I advise feeding him false information und doing sings to his drink vhen his back is turned, assuming he is ever so careless as to not take his drink vis him- but save ze violence for ze battlefield, und play ze mental game instead. Safer und I don't haf to demand to see you in ze cells to make sure zey remember to feed you."

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"Play the mental game?!" Scout yells in exasperation, giving the Doc a look. "You know damn well that ain't my deal - may as well ask me to fly. I need way more caffeine for it than you allow me!"

[hands_of_blu]

There is a moment's pause. Then:

"You're a little brother, ja?" says the Medic. "Zen act like it. Does ze phrase 'does zis bozzer you? I'm not touching you' ring any bells? You haf a unique gift for driving men mad, Herr Scout, und I suggest you use it."

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Scout rolls that around in his head for a few - okay seconds, the kid runs twice as fast as most people.

"OH! So basically I'm obnoxious enough naturally that I can annoy anyone without even trying? ... YOU'RE A PAL, DOC." Scout gives him a good-natured slap on the arm, wide grin on his face.

It looks like this: :D

[hands_of_blu]

"Zere, you see?" says the Medic, nodding. "Play to your strengths, boy! Put your talent to good use und stay out of ze cells. Besides, you wouldn't like it zere anyway. No room to run."