Team Fortress 2 The Scout Novels & Stories

Alpha Arthur told one of the Scouts. "All right, Alpha Arthur, what information do you need? Or what should I do other than follow them?" the Scout asked. Alpha Arthur then explained the scout's job, which was to take pictures of them when they were at the Hola Bella Bar. Then eavesdrop on their conversation. "Make sure your cover isn't blown!" Alpha Arthur advised the scout. The scout nodded and went about his business. A few hours later, the scout arrived at the Hola Bella Bar. He wandered around looking for Elena, Sofia, and Hailey. He sat in front of the bartender's table and ordered a drink, not stopping to look around.

I stepped right up to the first scout, shoving the sharp blade against his throat. "You're nothing but Rylan's leftover garbage," the scout sneered up at me. He tilted his head back and spat a thick glob of bloody spit right onto the toe of my boot. "Go ahead, sweetheart. Kill us. The boss is already on his fucking way with an extraction team, and he's going to string you up by your pretty fucking neck—" Before the bastard could finish talking, a terrifying, wet sound rattled through the whole room. a deep, savage roar that shook the concrete floorboards—a sound that was completely, undeniably non-human.

But it’s not her voice I hear next—it’s a man I don’t recognize. “Well executed,” he says, stepping forward from where he must’ve been watching along the side. He’s tall, built like a warrior, with graying hair at the temples and a crest I don’t recognize sewn onto his jacket. “Who—?” I ask. He smiles politely. “Scout Commander Tavian. I work with the Lycan Youth Academy. And you, young miss, are fast enough to make some of our older recruits nervous.” My mouth goes dry. “I didn’t know anyone was watching.”

She said leaving the room. "Hey, Tristan I heard the team have one more game till the final match. Word on the street is there's going to be Scouters at the final game."Victoria said to Tristan. "Well, the streets are right. There will be Scouters and I plan to show off all my skills that day. I'll be making moves like Le Bron." Tristan said happily. "Woah, getting a bit ahead of yourself? Le Bron, you said?" Josh asked laughing. "You all know I'm the best," Tristan said pointing at himself.

He stood frozen in place, looking exactly like a stray dog abandoned by the entire world. We had already driven far away by the time the System's notification finally stuttered back to life. "Ding… Kendrick's affection level has increased by 10%… His current affection level is 50%…"

Jace whirled, dragging me with him as another scout lunged from the shadows, blade raised. The scout’s blade came down in a silver arc. Jace caught it mid-strike, claws sparking against the runes etched into the steel. His growl rattled through the trees as he twisted, snapping the man’s wrist and hurling him into the ground. Tyler buried his knife in another scout’s throat, dragging it across with brutal precision. Black ichor hissed on the blade as the body crumbled to dust. I barely had time to breathe before the last scout lunged at me, faster than the others. His blade nicked my arm, the sting searing. Pain snapped my control. The runes under my skin flared like wildfire. Silver flames

But they lacked the intuition of a united front. One Vanguard soldier leaped for the van, his gliding membranes unfurling to catch the wind. Before he could latch on, a Ravaged scout lunged from the interior, using his massive weight to tackle the soldier mid-air. While the Vanguard was momentarily confused by the lack of a "tactical" maneuver, Mako leaned out and slammed a high-voltage baton into the soldier's scale-armored neck.

"The bitch is wounded. She won't go far." "What about the wolf?" The second one stayed near the path, his light dancing over the obsidian floor. "Command said it’s a terraformer. If that thing sneezes, this whole island goes into a deep freeze." "Then don't let it sneeze. Kill the brat on sight." They passed my hiding spot. I watched their heels move past my eyes. Five feet. Three feet. The lead scout stopped right in front of the crevice where I’d shoved Dante. He tilted his head, his orange goggles flaring as he adjusted the focus.

Unlike the Knights and Soldiers, the scouts wore boring black cloth so they could blend in with their surroundings and not get caught. “Your Majesty we found them. But you will not like what I have to say.” I waved the Scout to go on, not really interested in what he thinks I will and won’t like. With a simple nod he continued. “They don’t act like bandits. For one their mercenary skills have far exceeded our expectations. I wouldn’t peg them as assassins, but they aren’t ordinary thugs and hoodlums. They have set up a base for recruitment, and what ever they recruit is either sent out to fight, or out to another unknown location. We suspect it could possibly be another base.” The General an

The scout said sucking in a broken breath. “Vampires?” Dante asked as his gaze sharpened. “Yes. But they were already inside.” The scout said and everything inside me went still. “How many dead?” I asked. “Too many.” He said as his mouth trembled. “Where’s Kyle?” Dante asked. “Alive. Furious.” The scout managed to say. The scout grabbed my wrist suddenly and his fingers were slick with blood. “They knew the patrol routes. They knew the weak doors and the blind spots. They moved through the packhouse like someone had walked them in.” He said.