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The young, bespectacled medic ducked back behind cover as the sniper shot grazed past her cheek.
"Yeow!" She clapped a rubber-glove against the clip and bit her lip, her medi-gun still pumping out a steady stream of red energy into the chest of Agent Bill - the burly Soldier who stood to her side.
"Aaod still locking down the train-way I see?"
"Yeah, pretty much..."
The Aussie Sniper bellowed out from his perch,
"C'mon darlin', you almost had me that time! HA!"
Adjusting her glasses, the medic checked her uber-charge meter.
"Damn it, this isn't going to be even close to ready before the timer runs out."
With an obscenely loud crackling noise, followed by a gentle 'puff', Captain King materialised beside them.
"Why aren't we moving up?" He asked, flicking open his dead ringer and swiping the dust off it.
"Take a look."
"Ok - I don't see what-"
BOOM
"HEADSHOT!"
The fake Spy-corpse rag-dolled in a most amusing manner, and Captain King rubbed his forehead furiously.
"Gah that stings!"
"Tell me about it..."
"Well, does anyone have an idea of what to do?" Agent Bill demanded, his rocket-launcher hanging loosely by his side.
There was a long pause - and a sly grin crossed the Medic's face.
"Yes... yes I do."
*****************************
Aaod peered intently down the barrel of his sniper rifle, the blue dot trained on the edge of the corner behind which the Red team was cowering as the seconds ticked towards victory.
"Fifteen seconds left? They'll never make it in time." He chuckled to himself and gritted his teeth.
From somewhere at the end of the corridor, he heard the little lady Medic announce 'I am fully charged!'
"Give it up Cupcake - you can't make it here in ti-"
And then, around the corner came the most bewildering sight...
The red, glowing medic - covered from head to foot in the shimmering ubercharge, hurtling towards the entrenched sniper at phenomenal speed.
Strapped to each of her shoes were a pair of Agent Bill's rockets, belching out a cloud of smoke as she careened towards the sniper-nest.
"Bugger..."
There was a satisfying explosion of limbs and woodwork as Cupcake landed on the control-point, just in time for her uber to fade.
"5... 4... 3... 2... 1... VICTORY!"
She chuckled and cast a toothy grin into the ether.
"Did zat sting? Sorry!"
"Yeow!" She clapped a rubber-glove against the clip and bit her lip, her medi-gun still pumping out a steady stream of red energy into the chest of Agent Bill - the burly Soldier who stood to her side.
"Aaod still locking down the train-way I see?"
"Yeah, pretty much..."
The Aussie Sniper bellowed out from his perch,
"C'mon darlin', you almost had me that time! HA!"
Adjusting her glasses, the medic checked her uber-charge meter.
"Damn it, this isn't going to be even close to ready before the timer runs out."
With an obscenely loud crackling noise, followed by a gentle 'puff', Captain King materialised beside them.
"Why aren't we moving up?" He asked, flicking open his dead ringer and swiping the dust off it.
"Take a look."
"Ok - I don't see what-"
BOOM
"HEADSHOT!"
The fake Spy-corpse rag-dolled in a most amusing manner, and Captain King rubbed his forehead furiously.
"Gah that stings!"
"Tell me about it..."
"Well, does anyone have an idea of what to do?" Agent Bill demanded, his rocket-launcher hanging loosely by his side.
There was a long pause - and a sly grin crossed the Medic's face.
"Yes... yes I do."
*****************************
Aaod peered intently down the barrel of his sniper rifle, the blue dot trained on the edge of the corner behind which the Red team was cowering as the seconds ticked towards victory.
"Fifteen seconds left? They'll never make it in time." He chuckled to himself and gritted his teeth.
From somewhere at the end of the corridor, he heard the little lady Medic announce 'I am fully charged!'
"Give it up Cupcake - you can't make it here in ti-"
And then, around the corner came the most bewildering sight...
The red, glowing medic - covered from head to foot in the shimmering ubercharge, hurtling towards the entrenched sniper at phenomenal speed.
Strapped to each of her shoes were a pair of Agent Bill's rockets, belching out a cloud of smoke as she careened towards the sniper-nest.
"Bugger..."
There was a satisfying explosion of limbs and woodwork as Cupcake landed on the control-point, just in time for her uber to fade.
"5... 4... 3... 2... 1... VICTORY!"
She chuckled and cast a toothy grin into the ether.
"Did zat sting? Sorry!"
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Hello, sorry for being a little off the story here, but I love rocketshoes art and also her amazing medic and spy work, but she seems to not have a deviantart account anymore, do you have any idea if she just stopped or if she created a new account or something? I'm really trying to look after her fan arts and herself, she's a great artist and I love her work, but I can't find her anywhere ;^;