Tf2 Scout Novels & Stories

But then he slumped back into his chair, the fight draining out of him. “…Fine,” he muttered. “We’ll send a message.” Kane frowned. Jenna rolled her eyes. Even June didn’t look thrilled. Nobody wanted to depend on Scarlett Pack especially not after everything I had just gone through there. But nobody argued either. "Two scouts, the fastest ones. They leave immediately.” I followed Tobias and the scouts outside as they prepared. The pair selected were lean, quick footed and already shifting restlessly as Tobias issued instructions. One carried the sealed letter. The other carried a signal stone that would glow if they made it through safely.

It was supposed to be locked, but I had a feeling that wouldn’t stop one of Ethan’s scouts. The door opened a crack, and a voice whispered, “Tessa?” “Yeah,” I whispered back. “I’ve got Sable and Leo.” “Great, come on.” The scout waved us through the door. “Figured you couldn’t shift with the baby, so we’re going the long way,” the scout said. “Can you both run?” “Yes,” Leo said. “Great. Just follow me, and ignore any explosions you may hear behind you. All part of the plan.”

I closed the distance in four silent, blinding strides, coming up behind the scout just as he raised his gloved hand to plant a magnetic beacon on the cabin’s secondary junction box. I dropped my rifle onto its sling, lunged forward, and wrapped my broad forearm around his throat in a sleeper grip, driving my tactical blade straight through the soft tissue beneath his shoulder blade, severing the nerve cluster before he could even draw a breath to scream. The scout went limp instantly in my grip, his weapon dropping silently into the deep powder. I dragged his heavy frame into the thick underbrush beneath a fallen pine tree, stripping his tactical belt to check his radio frequency. The radio

It was a thin, soot-covered scout wearing a torn Crimson tunic. Before the scout could draw breath, Julian grabbed him by the throat, hoisting his whole body off the floor and slamming him hard against the stone fireplace. "Speak," Julian growled, his golden Alpha eyes flashing with lethal intent. "Give me one reason not to tear your tongue out right now." The scout choked, his legs dangling above the hearth. "Alpha... wait! It is... it is a message from the front! The Council forces... they are advancing through the lower pass!"

Before anyone could speak, the double steel doors of the war room slammed open. A bruised, blood-stained Citadel scout collapsed onto the threshold, clutching a broken arm, his face pale with utter terror. "My Lord... My Queen..." the scout gasped, coughing up dark blood onto the stone floor. "A secondary fleet... black sails... they just entered the southern river delta..." Dominic was at the scout's side in a second, hauling him up by his collar. "Whose fleet?!" The scout looked up with wide, glassed-over eyes, his voice trembling with a final, horrific revelation:

"The scouts are secure, boss. We have them tied up in the tool room. One of them is unconscious, but the other one is ready to talk. What do you want us to do with the sedan down the road?" "Leave the sedan alone for now," I commanded, staring at the screen. "If we hit the sedan, Kilian will know the scouts failed. I want them to think the line is still open. Bring the conscious one up to the basement holding room. I’ll be down there in five minutes." "Copy that, boss," Gustavo said, the line going dead with a soft click.

The scout stopped hard beside us breathing heavily. His eyes shifted toward me briefly before returning to the Lycan. “We tracked the enemy movement south of the ravine.” “And?” The scout’s expression darkened. Then he said quietly… “They’re not just testing us…” His voice lowered carefully. “They’re carrying Seraphine’s scent.”

A few individuals from the Chief heavenly messengers had been killed and the Tigers were driving with a wide hole in scores. Scorpion, Screw's Cousin who served as the Tiger's head and a portion of his major young men had gone to one of their joints and safe-houses, an uncompleted structure, to chill. Screw was among the young men who went with Scorpion. As Scorpion chose a block and exposed out a stogie, he saw a message on the floor and a plume with it. He called the consideration of a portion of his young men and they generally read it together. "The Host of Heavenly messengers is coming to sting the scorpion by 5.45pm." They read the message resoundingly. Scorpion investigated his wristw

That could only happen if the kid were to go into medical emergency they weren't prepared for. All his preparations were not in vain. The cavalry indeed arrived in light feet. Not much backup in transit, just two cars. The first one carrying a thermal scanner with an infrared camera. Every breathy entity within the vicinity would glow red, green and yellow on their screens in the outline of their bodily shape. They read heat signatures in good twenty five metres vicinity. Any discrepancies in infrared energy between animate and inanimate objects would crash the scanner. They could hack it, but they'd give themselves away.

"General! This forest... it is cursed! We must flee from here with utmost haste!" Riben's frown deepened. Though he was unfamiliar with the scout's name, he knew that he was a vital member of the reconnaissance team. "What do you mean?" Riben inquired, his voice laced with a mix of skepticism and concern. The scout took a moment to catch his breath before responding, his words carrying the weight of undeniable truth. "The forest is cursed!" The scout deftly retrieved a petite brown snake from his bag, a creature that had been tamed by the cunning Beast Empire for the sole purpose of gathering vital intelligence.