SURPRISE!

Indie BLU Spy ;; Shanked by Plane

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more or less PSA i'm over here >>@acerbent << bc a) i wanted a clean slate and b) toni was fired recently so 💃💃 we explorin that dynamic

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Made with @estabionage in mind ❤️

[acerbent]

Things were different.

He didn’t know how, but they were.

Respawn had never been painful. Sure, it was nerve wracking the first time, and almost all mercenaries who popped back into existence were quick to throw up. All had an existential crisis or two coming to realize that death was indeed a thing they would face. More than once, they would face it, and more than once would they have to physically push it from mind if they wanted to keep any semblance of sanity.

The difference this time was, the man that suddenly came to consciousness inside RED’s corpse freezer knew he shouldn’t be there. Knew Respawn had been turned off, knew he’d been fired. Knew exactly what had happened that led up to his ultimate demise.

Knew who was behind it too.

Keep reading

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Eight seconds later, Luther’s shaking out his hand with a self-satisfied expression as Toni’s nose starts leaking blood onto the floor. He was hoping it’d be easy, but this easy? That has to be divine providence or something.

No telling how long the guy’s going to be out, though, so he shouldn’t mess around. The body bag’s unzipped and laid out on the floor of the ex-Spy’s room, and with a little finagling, he fits Toni into it and zips it up.

From there, the unconscious man’s tossed up onto Luther’s shoulder like a bag of flour, and he starts making his way through the facility towards the medical bay and, more importantly, the freezer he’s asked Maddy to keep clear for him. Being disturbed while he’s closing this one out isn’t something he’s interested in.

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There’s a lot that could be said, it’s true. Luther’s got another rant and a half in him, but this has already gone on (and gotten loud) enough. The badly-veiled request only makes him pause for a moment as he levels the gun at Toni’s head.

“If I was gonna waste him, do you think I’d tell the dead guy? Fuck you, Tone.”

BOOM.

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Eight seconds later, Luther’s shaking out his hand with a self-satisfied expression as Toni’s nose starts leaking blood onto the floor. He was hoping it’d be easy, but this easy? That has to be divine providence or something.

No telling how long the guy’s going to be out, though, so he shouldn’t mess around. The body bag’s unzipped and laid out on the floor of the ex-Spy’s room, and with a little finagling, he fits Toni into it and zips it up.

From there, the unconscious man’s tossed up onto Luther’s shoulder like a bag of flour, and he starts making his way through the facility towards the medical bay and, more importantly, the freezer he’s asked Maddy to keep clear for him. Being disturbed while he’s closing this one out isn’t something he’s interested in.

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“No. They don’t hire nuns and priests. But it’s funny, isn’t it? How you’re the only one I have this fucking problem with.” He folds his arms, watching as the brutalized man swings back and forth on his hook. “Everybody else can fuckin’ act like a civilized human being. Maybe they’ve got no values but they’re at least fuckin’ smart enough to follow the fuckin’ rules.”

Wow, that’s a lot of bile. Maybe Luther was more put off by all this unpleasantness than he let on… or maybe he really is a Brutal now. Either way, he’s not done talking. “But this… fucking… animal doesn’t want to control himself. He wants to be a piece of shit. He wants to do whatever the fuck he wants, and if somebody tells him not to, he acts like it’s their fault when he fucking acts out.” Luther steps further away. Grabs the shotgun.

“I gave you more chances than you deserved, Antoine. I fuckin’ looked the other way when I shouldn’t have and I paid the cost. All you had to do was stay in fucking line and none of this would have happened.” The bolt’s pulled back, locking open and letting a shell rise upwards enough that when he pulls the trigger, it’ll slide right into the chamber and discharge.

“Disobeying the rules, getting in fights with civilians, brutalizing the other fucking mercs in your free time? Who the fuck do you think you are? You thought you were gonna get away with it, or does your tiny little fuckin’ wine-soaked brain not understand the idea of restraint?”

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Spy’s got so many things to say, he can’t even begin to list them as they pop up. How the rules were stupid, how the war was pointless. How Luther went above and beyond what he needed to, how this was all a waste of time.

But the only thing he can think of is if Sniper’s next. Granted, he’s not done anything else, not nearly what Antoine had done. Not had any other marks on record other than friendship with a BLU. Would they still go after him if they dealt with the main problem mercenary? Signs pointed to no, but... Would he go above and beyond with this too? Maybe he wasn’t. Maybe this was bare minimum, and Toni really was as garbage as Luther said.

“Guess I wasn’t... as sneaky as I thought.”

The cameras around bases were old, he had technology that far surpassed the average man, and still he got caught. When he’d been younger, he’d been better without all that tech. It had made him lazy, made him sloppy. The worst thing a spy could do was get caught and kept alive, but at least Luther wasn’t trying to extract information. He was just as ready as Antoine was to get it over with.

Although...

“Though, for the record. That RED isn’t... as smart as you’d think.”

Sniper had a lot to lose. Toni didn’t.

“With your... problem mercenary out of the picture.. I doubt he’ll cause problems.”

Don’t touch him. Please.

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Eight seconds later, Luther’s shaking out his hand with a self-satisfied expression as Toni’s nose starts leaking blood onto the floor. He was hoping it’d be easy, but this easy? That has to be divine providence or something.

No telling how long the guy’s going to be out, though, so he shouldn’t mess around. The body bag’s unzipped and laid out on the floor of the ex-Spy’s room, and with a little finagling, he fits Toni into it and zips it up.

From there, the unconscious man’s tossed up onto Luther’s shoulder like a bag of flour, and he starts making his way through the facility towards the medical bay and, more importantly, the freezer he’s asked Maddy to keep clear for him. Being disturbed while he’s closing this one out isn’t something he’s interested in.

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The laugh that comes out of the Pyro is long, heartfelt and entirely uncharacteristic. He actually has to step away, mirth rising from a chuckle to a surprisingly full-chested “heh heh ha ha ha ha” before it starts dying off. He shakes his head, looks at Toni… starts laughing again, wiping his eyes and running a hand through his hair. Once he does get himself under control…

“You know what, Ton’? If you weren’t so fucking stupid I’d respect that. It takes some serious fuckin’ nerve to be staring into your own grave and still be acting like a shitty little kid who never learned the consequences of his fuckin’ actions.” He steps back over, giving him a self-satisfied look before driving a knee into Toni’s gut. “Somewhere in France there’s a Mrs. Beurecard who has fuckin’ failed as a mother, you know that?”

Leaving the Spy swinging like a bloody pinata, Luther finally takes a couple steps back, clearing his throat. “We’re here, Toni, because I was right about you. You’re a piece of shit. You were always a piece of shit.”

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He’s sure he actually feels something crunch as Luther knees him. Another hissing intake of air, another cheek bitten bloody raw to keep from crying out. Luther’s having the time of his life, but Toni refuses to give him the satisfaction of hearing it. It might be stupid, it might be petty and drag things out, but Luther was right about more than just Toni’s character. He had no respect, least of all the animal in front of him.

Cursing in french through struggled breaths, feet scrabble to stop the swinging lest he throw up right then and there. 

“Fine -- you want a fucking medal?”

He can’t help it, the whole situation is frustrating. Luther had always boasted about not dragging things out, shoot first and forget the questions. But this far in, with no way or choice to defend himself, Toni had to be honest. He was ready for it to be over with. He can’t breathe, but forces out words anyway.

“I fucking. Know that. They don’t -- hire -- nuns and priests. Don’t be -- don’t be surprised...that you were right. Asshole.”

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Eight seconds later, Luther’s shaking out his hand with a self-satisfied expression as Toni’s nose starts leaking blood onto the floor. He was hoping it’d be easy, but this easy? That has to be divine providence or something.

No telling how long the guy’s going to be out, though, so he shouldn’t mess around. The body bag’s unzipped and laid out on the floor of the ex-Spy’s room, and with a little finagling, he fits Toni into it and zips it up.

From there, the unconscious man’s tossed up onto Luther’s shoulder like a bag of flour, and he starts making his way through the facility towards the medical bay and, more importantly, the freezer he’s asked Maddy to keep clear for him. Being disturbed while he’s closing this one out isn’t something he’s interested in.

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“Y’know, I remember telling you-” The shoe connects with his chest, and the rest of his sentence turns into a harsh puff of air as he takes half a step back. There’s a pause, an inhale. A chuckle. “All right. Guess you’re still fuckin’ ornery. Let’s see what we can do about that, eh?”

It’s not quite a smile Luther’s wearing as he lays into Toni. Sure, the corners of his mouth curl up a little when a particularly solid blow lands, but it’s not like he’s grinning like it’s his birthday or anything… even if he kinda feels like it is. This has been such a long time coming he was beginning to wonder if Admin were even going to let it happen at all.

Thump. The hook slowly stops swinging with that last blow, and Luther rubs his knuckles appreciatively, fixing Toni with a level stare. He’s not even out of breath. “So are we gonna get to business or am I gonna keep wrecking your shit? Because you are well fuckin’ deserving of a beating, Toni. I am happy to keep bashing you until you’re in a fuckin’ calmer mood.”

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His shoulders hurt. His nose hurts. Fuck, everything hurts. Toni’s pretty sure Luther would continue venting his frustrations even if he did calm down. He knows he’s broken more rules than he even knows about, and to be frank, he’s not sure why this didn’t happen earlier.

A small part of him wonders if Sniper’s going to get fired as well, or if there’s anything he could do about that. He’s fairly certain he’s not getting out of this, not with a man like Luther on his case. Maybe if it had been Pauling before her accident, he might’ve been able to convince her to report him dead and flee the country. Hell, any of the other administration might’ve been susceptible to deceit. But not him.

Wheezing still, wondering just how far he could push the Admin. Are they going to get to business? Blood is dribbling down his face, from his nose, pooling in large angry bruises beneath his shirt. He hopes he’s stained Luther’s clothes with any of it that got loose.

“Go to hell, Murphy.”

No bite to it, no real feeling. Going through the motions, really. His lungs hurt too much for any real effort. He knows it will only get worse, but his stubborn streak would be the death of him. His mother had known it would, after all.

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napalm-sunburn​:

He laughs, nods, as he’s turning away. Unslinging his shotgun from the shoulder that didn’t have Toni draped over it while he was on the way down here in the first place, setting it down on the rolling table that would normally, in these kinds of situations, have all sorts of intimidating, sharp implements.

Of course, the difference between those situations and this one is that normally an interrogator is trying to get information, and he doesn’t actually want to use the instruments of torture he’s been supplied with. The fact that Luther took the time to put them all away before getting this going… well, it sends a message.

“You got a real fuckin’ mouth on you.” The giant walks back over, takes a breath, and drives a fist into his prisoner’s stomach. It’s a fine punch, too - it’s clear he has practice. The hook swings and he follows up with a second, a little higher. “Haah. Never fuckin’ liked that. No fuckin’ respect.”

Nervous green eyes follow Luther’s every move. Watching that overkill shotgun, watching him, so calm in his element, even laugh. He has always given off an air of ‘get shit done, and get it done quick.’, but this... Toni realizes with a startle it’s probably the first and last time he’s seen Luther smile. First time he’s heard him laugh, first time his whole energy is... positive.

The idea that beating the shit out of him is what makes the behemoth happy turns his stomach in knots, but he grits his teeth. Luther definitely knows what he’s doing. Why wouldn’t he? Admin wouldn’t keep him around if he were an idiot.

The punches leave him wheezing. Lots of things to say and no breath to say them. In lieu of a gag, he’s sure Luther can appreciate the Spy’s silence.

He’s got no interest in being brutalized, and as the hook swings back, the spy swings a foot.

It isn’t as powerful as insulting him, but any form of disobedience and rebellion was good enough if it was for Luther.

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@estabionage

Eight seconds later, Luther’s shaking out his hand with a self-satisfied expression as Toni’s nose starts leaking blood onto the floor. He was hoping it’d be easy, but this easy? That has to be divine providence or something.

No telling how long the guy’s going to be out, though, so he shouldn’t mess around. The body bag’s unzipped and laid out on the floor of the ex-Spy’s room, and with a little finagling, he fits Toni into it and zips it up.

From there, the unconscious man’s tossed up onto Luther’s shoulder like a bag of flour, and he starts making his way through the facility towards the medical bay and, more importantly, the freezer he’s asked Maddy to keep clear for him. Being disturbed while he’s closing this one out isn’t something he’s interested in.

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“Morning, shitbird.”

Oh. Oh, that’s way worse. This isn’t a semi-routine rivalry with a Medic at all. Even if he weren’t throwing a jab at a seven-foot death machine, the force applied by a swing coming up from the floor without actually standing leaves a lot to be desired. Luther pulls his head back, out of the way of the punch, and responds in kind - fist colliding with Toni’s head and Toni’s head colliding with the floor.

Not enough to knock him out again, though. He needs to be awake for this. Now that Luther knows he’s up, he works quicker, unzipping the bag enough to pull the Spy out and getting his hands cuffed together. It’s almost insulting how easily he lifts Toni’s weight, the chains clinking and rasping against the hook the Pyro dangles him from.

“Antoine Beurecard. Do you know why we’re here?”

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As his head collides with the tile, Toni's sure he sees cartoonish stars. He hadn't expected it to work, but he hadn't expected to be worse off from the effort. Through a splitting headachr and hazy vision, he hears more than sees Luther working. Luther. Not Medic. Admin's attack dog.

Chains clinking, being manhandled into a standing position. Tiptoes barely brushing the floor. Guess he finally found the pasture they brought the lame horses to.

Fuck it's cold.

The answer is clear as day, however. But Toni's been a pain in Luther's ass since nearly day one. If this isn't just another warning like Luther said he'd never get, there's only one other explaination.

One eye squinting shut to try and cut down on how many Luthers there were in his vision, Antoine spits a wad of blood to the floor.

"No one showed up for your birthday party last year so you're inviting us all by force this time?"

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Eight seconds later, Luther’s shaking out his hand with a self-satisfied expression as Toni’s nose starts leaking blood onto the floor. He was hoping it’d be easy, but this easy? That has to be divine providence or something.

No telling how long the guy’s going to be out, though, so he shouldn’t mess around. The body bag’s unzipped and laid out on the floor of the ex-Spy’s room, and with a little finagling, he fits Toni into it and zips it up.

From there, the unconscious man’s tossed up onto Luther’s shoulder like a bag of flour, and he starts making his way through the facility towards the medical bay and, more importantly, the freezer he’s asked Maddy to keep clear for him. Being disturbed while he’s closing this one out isn’t something he’s interested in.

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Movement. More movement. A shift in gait - maybe going up or down stairs, or a hill? Toni hears a door open. More swaying, but the sound’s changed. Tile, definitely indoors. They’re certainly not leaving respawn range, wherever they’re going… of course, that’s not going to matter, but Toni doesn’t know that. Yet.

Another door - different door. The swishing sound of one of the medbay autodoors, as far as he’s aware. Then… the distinct noise of the rubber seal of the corpse freezer.

Luther shuts the door behind him. Locks it. Turns towards the many hooks meant for keeping bags just like this one off the floor while the bodies inside are in stasis, then drops it onto the freezing tiles anyway. There’s a pause as he considers it… Toni might still be out, or he might be awake and waiting for an opportunity to lash out and try to make his escape as soon as Luther unzips it.

Best to be sure.

A boot comes down in the center of the bag, heel landing somewhere around Toni’s stomach. Luther pauses, waiting for a sound. Does it again. Confident in having tenderized the soon-to-be-fired merc, he takes a knee to start unzipping the bag.

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There’s no doubt about it, they’re definitely inside the building. Though which one, RED or BLU, he isn’t sure. Though does it matter? There’s got to be an explanation for this. His own medic wouldn’t resort to kidnapping, and RED’s had a different MO. No real restrains and blunt force trauma were not Ludwig’s style.

Toni felt his heart rate spike, biting his tongue till it bled to keep quiet as the treatment turns brutal. He’s sure they heard his strangled choke of air, sure they know he’s awake by now. Sure they can hear him struggling to breathe through a broken nose and possibly broken ribs. The scrapes and bruises he’s sure to have in an hour don’t matter, all that matters is finding out just what the hell is going on.

And if they don’t know, a surging fist as soon as he sees light would prove it. It’s too bright to see where he’s aiming, but one shot is as good as any. He’s not going down without a fight.

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Eight seconds later, Luther’s shaking out his hand with a self-satisfied expression as Toni’s nose starts leaking blood onto the floor. He was hoping it’d be easy, but this easy? That has to be divine providence or something.

No telling how long the guy’s going to be out, though, so he shouldn’t mess around. The body bag’s unzipped and laid out on the floor of the ex-Spy’s room, and with a little finagling, he fits Toni into it and zips it up.

From there, the unconscious man’s tossed up onto Luther’s shoulder like a bag of flour, and he starts making his way through the facility towards the medical bay and, more importantly, the freezer he’s asked Maddy to keep clear for him. Being disturbed while he’s closing this one out isn’t something he’s interested in.

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The first thing that registers is motion. Smooth, swaying back and forth. Darkness, something almost suffocating in it’s presence. It hadn’t ever really been unusual for Toni to wake up with a sack over his head when missions went sour, but this was something entirely new. A trash bag? Something, that was for sure. It was a miracle he’d come to slowly, movements still sluggish from the brick wall he’d apparently run headfirst into. Best not to alert whoever seemed to be carrying him that he was awake until he knew exactly what was going on.

He hadn’t even really seen what had happened, just remembered setting down his book from a knock at the door.

Though, from the involuntary tears in his eyes and wetness he could only assume was blood, they’d attempted to get him to swallow his damn nose.

They couldn’t have gone far, though. Still inside Respawn boundaries? More than likely. Toni couldn’t tell how much time had passed, but the crunch of sand and gravel beneath someone’s feet sounded familiar enough. He just had to wait.

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There's a knock at the door.

It had been a relatively quiet day, no fights amongst RED and BLU, no squabbles between the teammates themselves. Toni had been enjoying the day, weekend ceasefire. No one had bothered him at all, which was strange in itself.

It might’ve made him nervous --

If not for the knock at the door. Finally, some usual behavior.

“I was begging to wonder when someone would bother me.”

“Fine, I’m coming, I’m coming.”

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kukrispy​:

Sniper could tell Antoine was lying and it pained him deeply to even possibly fathom whatever the hell had happened that led to the Spy’s current state. 

But now was not the time to ask into that. Mick saw the bullet wound, saw the quivering in the other’s body when he coughed. 

And he knew what Spy wanted him to do.

His gaze moved to the first aid kit splayed out haphazardly on the ground beside Antoine, suddenly feeling something heavy and terrible sink down into the pit of his stomach. 

There was a bullet still lodged into Antoine’s side that he desperately had wanted to get out and patched up, which could only mean.. 

Mick’s hands trembled as he gathered together various items from the kit before, looking over the bullet wound before his gaze moved back up to his lover’s face. 

“..Toni, you--you’re not registered in Respawn anymore, are you..”

“I...”

No. He wasn’t. He had been removed the moment they’d taken him, the moment the experiments had started. What good was an experiment if the test subject died, got loose and spilled the beans? They had pushed him further than he ever thought possible, almost killed him on more than one occasion.

Tentacles curled idly as Sniper knelt beside him, and his hand joined them. Settling weakly on the sharpshooter’s thigh. it sure was cold, even for the desert.

“No. But I’ll --nngh.. I’ll be alright. I’ve been shot with worse before.”

Though he wasn’t entirely sure. He knew the effects of blood loss, knew the effects of shock. Knew, surprisingly, the meaning of his neck’s side fluttering, asking silently for water.

“Better hurry. I want to be out of your hair... before they come looking. I.. bled a lot on your doorstep, hah...”

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estabionage​:

“It IS solvable.”

“How many problems are there? I have six bullets and then you are on your own.”

❛  i need only one needle to solve this problem.  ❜

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SIMPLY UNLOADS ALL SIX BULLETS IN MEDIC’S DIRECTION

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“It IS solvable.”

“How many problems are there? I have six bullets and then you are on your own.”

[lilolnumber]

“ … I’m gonna have to request for friendly fire to be off after hours, too. ”

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“Let’s get a head start on the situation.”

pULLS OUT HIS GUN

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“It IS solvable.”

“How many problems are there? I have six bullets and then you are on your own.”

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who the fuck is lee

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