Tf2 Scout Novels & Stories

We managed to finish off the ten fowlers, but I caught one of them reporting to this little gadget of theirs so I assume they would come with backups. It’s best we need leave. “Want to know who gave us your location? It’s alpha Zef.” Said one of the fowlers before Kai put a knife in his throat. I tried to look at Kai but he was avoiding eye contact with me. Just then, I felt Alpha Ace grab my throat, “Where the hell is my mate?”

She peeked her head up to look at them through the door window, confirming they were the two from earlier. One was a Scout breed, bred by the Aliane to track anything no mater how old the sent was. Once they picked up on the trail the only ways to get them off it was either to start a fire around the area or to shoot them. The other was a Hunter breed. Hunter breeds are stronger than the Scout breed, so they were often paired up. The Scout would track the target while the Hunter would chase it down. The third breed type is Soldier; a K9 bred to be large and strong, used almost exclusivly during raids and battles.

Omar grabbed Megan to himself as soon as he heard his name and raised his head. It wasn't his father who had called, it was him, Taheem, the head of the Sheikh's guards. He stood menacingly, one hand on the hilt of the sword that hung on his waist and the other hand by his side in a fist. His gurtha flapped wildly around his head, disturbed by the desert harsh winds. Omar eyed him, his presence was never a good sign, nothing about him was a good sign.

My stomach turned hearing it. Because there shouldn’t have been windchimes or other women's voices out here. The second scout returned on foot. Alone. Shaking. His supplies are missing. Weapons. Food. Communications equipment. He insisted something followed him from the tree line. Whenever he stopped— It stopped. Whenever he moved— It moved. But every time he searched… Nothing. No scent. No tracks. Then, while Shianne examined him, he whispered: “They knew my name.” Silence followed.

“It’s a scout. One of the Molehunter’s. He’s isolated. Take him quietly.” Adrian didn’t hesitate. With a single movement, he disarmed the scout, snapping his wrist. Samuel restrained him while Nathan scanned the device the scout carried—a communication pad linking to the Molehunter’s main team. “It’s all here,” Nathan said, reading the data. “They’re splitting into two teams. One moves to the estate’s west wing, the other straight to the twins’ nursery.” Samuel’s heart stopped. “Then we split. I’ll go with Adrian to the twins. Nathan, you—”

Urgent. A scout came sprinting down the avenue. He was a wiry Null. He scrambled up the rubble pile. His chest was heaving. His breathing was a jagged, wheezing sound. "Report," I commanded. I flipped to the tactical map. My heart hammered against my ribs—violent, erratic, too fast. "Dust," the scout gasped. He pointed North. His hand was shaking. "Lots of it. Ten clicks out. Moving fast." "Formation?" Barzil asked.

"Two scouts. Fast, quiet, thermal-masking. Reach the relay station through the southwest arc, disrupt the transmission." "That's two scouts inside a ring of fifty-four siege engines," one of Vance's wolves said. "Two scouts who grew up on ridges in the dark," Xander said. "Which is exactly what this requires." He looked at Vance. Vance looked at his scouts. Two of them were already checking their gear without being asked. "Thirty minutes to position," the first one said. "Twenty-five," Xander said. The scout looked at the terrain. "Twenty-five," she agreed.

Some kind of fluid sprayed out, dark and oily and wrong. It stumbled. For just a second, maybe less, it was off-balance, its perfect calculations disrupted by unexpected damage. I drove my dagger into its eye socket, the blade sinking deep into whatever served as its brain. The scout shrieked—a sound that was more electronic feedback than organic scream, like speakers blowing out and metal grinding and something breaking at the fundamental level. It staggered back, clawing at its face with jerky, uncoordinated movements. "WEAK POINT IDENTIFIED!" another scout announced, its voice cutting through the chaos. "OCULAR SENSORS VULNERABLE. ADJUSTING COMBAT PROTOCOLS. SHARING TACTICAL DATA."

He takes photos of the safe house, counts the guards, notes the vehicles. Then he sends a message to Quentin Ashford. *Target located. Two alphas present. Children both manifested dragon blood. Awaiting orders.* The response comes immediately. *Observe only. Do not engage. We have a new plan.* The scout settles in to watch but the war is far from over. It's only just beginning.

"Tiffany, actually, why are you following?” The corner of his mouth lifts in a slight smile. "I know what you are, even if you don't yet." “Ok, this is getting weird, I’m going to leave now, you’re starting to freak me out,” I said. -Nice job, she has no idea what we are or who we are to her, and you went too hard and heavy. We’re going to have to turn it down a bit.- Storm points out. *Alpha, we have a probability that there are scouts here from the Moonheart and Thompson packs, both watching that girl you just spoke to.* A mind-link came through from Clint’s Delta Reed.