The job was normally easy, and normally he had no problem with his missions. Well as a Spy the only thing what you normally do is spying.. but this time it was “Babysitting?” as he read the files. At first he couldn’t believe, well of course, every RED Spy, probably also every BLU Spy, knew about this one particular Sniper but to have an actual Photo of him and the opportunity to see him live like, real life, have only few. 

Alex sat in his new room, studied the files and the little Information of the Sniper again, memorizing every tiny detail. “Mondieu.. no wonder the Medics go crazy about him..” Alex mumbled while he takes another breath of his cigarette as he looked at the picture.

The task sound simple, make 24 hours sure that enemy Medic or Spy has no opportunity to gain DNA from this Sniper, what meant Babysit him at all times and keep an eye on him, great, the second task was a little tricky, get into the BLU base and gather as much information about the Medic’s plans and doings as possible and if necessary sabotage him. O.k this task was also simple, both tasks were simple...separate from each other! How should he make sure that this man is safe during spying? Should he just drag the Crocodile Dundee with him?  On Alex’s lips was a smirk showing, Crocodile Dundee, he put on his mask, made sure he looked neat and clean and slowly walked out of the room. Time to get to know his new Team and the reason why he was here “I already have a nickname for him... “ he continued smiling “And I bet he will hate it...” 15 minutes left till the first match begins, still time for a hot coffee and another cigarette.

His breath hitched in his throat and he turned his face to give himself a better view. Goodness he was so excited he could nearly burst. He squirmed as much as he could until he was face to face with Lucas and then kissed him for all he was worth.  His breath was stuttering and he hiccuped once or twice. But he broke back only to murmur a 

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Some would call the Sniper paranoid, but he considered it as merely observant behavior. Parts of the base were old, leftover remnants from god only knew how long. The sounds were more obvious by night when people have settled down. Creaks and groans were familiar to him by now, not not this particular sound. 

The man was holed up in his nest when something set off his senses. He rubbed the sleep off his eyes, or what was close to it, and reached for his kukri. The rifle was next, before he set off to slither up the rafters. Darkness was his friend as he loomed into the furthest corner, waiting things out for a moment. He didn’t stir, grey eyes unnaturally bright. His ears tried to pick up every sound that edges closer. 

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Guntram tilted his head at the Sniper, taking in his appearance with a raised eyebrow.