Team Fortress 2 The Scout Novels & Stories

I skidded to a stop and looked up. “No, keep running. Lead them here, I'll handle it,” the scout ordered. I nodded and circled around before running right under the tree. The Rogues followed, never noticing the danger above. Four soft thumps, and four wolves fell to the forest floor. I spun around and spotted darts sprouting from their flanks. The scout had tagged them with drugged darts. Ethan's scout dropped down to the forest floor and approached me slowly. “Tess, you okay?” she asked.

My father gave it to me the night I inherited the title, pressing it into my palm with a look that said more than any oath. I tuck it into the sheath at my hip, let the weight remind me of what I am. “Standard formation,” I say. “Tessa, you take the right. Luka left. Scouts in diamond. I’ll be at point. We move silent until we have visual, then you follow my lead.” Tessa and Luka exchange a glance—less about trust, more about who gets first crack. The scouts, both named something with too many consonants, simply nod and slip into the snow like ghosts. They’ve done this before.

"Bring in the supplies. All of them." He looked back at me, his expression still hard but less hostile. "You're in luck. We're Wood Pack scouts, and Tessa here is a healer." His eyes narrowed again. "But if you're lying about Rennick, or if this is some kind of trap..." He left the threat unspoken. "Who the fuck are you?" * * *

When they reached the entrance, they discussed among themselves about their designated roles. [ Scouts ] as Creed (M) and Rina (F), [ Tanks ] as Wolf (M), Lorenzo (M), and Mateo (M). [ Damage dealers] as Mira (F) and Roy (M), [ Archers ] as Lin ((M) Leader), Rhett (M), and Remy (F), [ Paramedic/Defense ] as Guss (M). "OK, guys! Shift your gears!" Lin and others entered the underground labyrinth. "Let's move inside!"

Which prompted all of them to salute towards me and stopped what they were doing. “At ease Soldiers…Medical staff continues with your duty….Sergeant Deckard, correct?….Scout Squads 6?..”. “Yes, Sir…Sergeant Deckard, Squad Leader of Scout number 6, Sir!…”.(Sergeant Deckard) Clearly he was rather nervous around me and Alessia, although Sergeant Deckard is a towering 2 meter tall orc Vampire, all of his squad mates were also the same, as he stated his name and squad number, all of his squad mate also lined up behind their 4 trucks. All in their formal formation, whilst the medical personnel were busying carrying injured people from the side of the trucks.

Brem straightens as the scout who delivered the full briefing steps into the room, young, road-worn, the journey from the eastern border visible in the dust still on the boots and the tight set of the shoulders that comes from carrying information at speed. The scout meets Lucian's eyes. "He walks again, My Alpha," the scout says.

The scout swallowed. “The eastern infirmary.” Rex nodded. “Is he injured?” The scout hesitated. That hesitation sent a chill through me. “Not exactly.” Nobody liked that answer. “Define not exactly,” Ash said. The scout looked uncomfortable. “Physically, he’s fine.” “Then what’s wrong with him?” The young wolf glanced toward me. And suddenly looked even more nervous. “He keeps repeating her name.” The room fell silent again. I wished that surprised me. It didn’t.

The night was warm but her skin was hot and bothered as she reminded about the imprint that had happened unexpectedly between her and Zack. “Hey, Sam! I haven’t seen you around a lot. Are you still working in town, masquerading yourself as human?” asked a warrior named Hunter Wolcott. He was the younger brother of the Sigma of Shadow Pack—a vagabond who excluded himself from the pack to serve in the army, Kane Wolcott.

The scout asked out his curiosities to the 'walking-dead' as his tone embodied light convulsive jitterings. "First of all, what are you going on about? Secondly, where is she?" Vladimir asked, as he assumed a sitting position atop the floor. "No, no, no. This can't be real, I have to tell Ramsy." The scout added, as he shook his head and doubted Vladimir's being alive. "Tell Ramsy that you saw what?" He led with a meniacal tone that embodied a threat to the scout. "That..." The scout replied as he had managed to raise the switchblade.

He knew that the task that he had said must have been the task of killing. In fact, for the past five years, Scout has also accepted a job as an assassin. In addition to working as a architec for luxury buildings in America, Scout also does dark jobs that are solely done to get his adrenaline pumping. Playing with guns and knives is one of the pleasures that can make him forget all his sorrows. And it looks like tonight Scout Voyage has found a new target. "Master, Xaner has come," told Wills to the Scout who is eating his delicious meal.