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[hands_of_blu]

Western Canada in the late 1960s is a fine, upstanding part of the country. The cities aren't gigantic, glittering megalopoli by any stretch of the imagination, but they're modern, civil places to live, and they've got plenty of excellent cultural institutions. They're just miles and miles and miles from anything else whatsoever- including, in some parts of the Prairies, carefully concealed, hotly contested war zones.

The BLU sniper is not happy that he had to drive six and a half hours to get a decent drink*, but he intends to make up for lost time at the first bar he sees. His companion on the way into town will be doing the driving on the way back. For now, however, they've parted ways, which makes getting to Milliways and bringing Cata back without attracting attention so much easier.


*The driving is not a problem. The fact that his alcohol supply ran out because his teammates kept taking his stuff, thus necessitating wasting most of his down-time on driving to replace it? That's another story.

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[hands-of-blu.livejournal.com]

"Ah. Herr Soldier," says the Medic sourly as he turns to face the suddenly wide-eyed, shaven-headed fellow. "Is zere a point to your life?"

"You wouldn't," says the Soldier; he may be wearing civilian clothes, but they don't suit him at all. "I've seen you at work, you're not the kind to-"

"Before you finish zat sentence, mein Herr, I should sink for chust a moment," the Medic interrupts. He slides his glasses up his nose with one finger. "My lady friend here is somesing of an unknown quantity, ja? Und zis is a decade in which women are proving zemselves in every profession at every turn. So sink back to vot ze lady chust said to you before you finish speaking, hmm?"

[dark_dancer]

Oh, but she would. And the knife is that much closer to proving the point.
"You're not a very professional sort, if you feel the need to sneak up on someone outside of business hours. That's never been the sort of thing I feel inclined to respect in a person."
Besides, he wouldn't have seen her at work - and if he has, it had nothing to do with freelance castration. A good sniper stays hidden as well as possible, after all.

[hands-of-blu.livejournal.com]

"I know zis man better zan I vould like. He's an enthusiast," says the Medic, in a dry, disgusted tone. It's the same tone the Sniper uses to describe men who're burdened with an overabundance of feelings. "As I recall, zere vosn't a single branch of ze American military villing to take you, vos zere? It takes quite a lot to rack up ze 4F across ze board."

"I ought to-"

"You ought to turn around und go back to your barracks. Now. Ve can settle zis during business hours. As you said-" The Medic glances meaningfully at Cata's hand. "-ze respawners don't vork out here."

There is a long moment of silence. Then, very carefully, the Soldier says, "I think I'd like to back up several steps before turning around and running like a little girl."

[dark_dancer]

"That may be the smartest thing you've said in this entire conversation."
After he's gone, Cata puts the knife away and says, "Well, that was fun. Now, what exactly did he call you?"

[hands-of-blu.livejournal.com]

"Ze first vord, 'Kraut'? An old insult for people of my nationality," says the Medic, dusting his hands off. "It means 'cabbage'- ve use a good amount of it in ze diet. Ze ozzer vun vos a reference to ze idiots who had control of ze running of my country in ze Thirties und Forties. I haf no love for any regime zat vastes a perfectly good opportunity to conduct priceless scientific research vissout limitation on somesing as stupid as indulging a dictator's petty racial und religious obsessions."

[dark_dancer]

Cata makes a face. "He sounds very nearly as charming as Mizzamir."
Where 'charming,' naturally, means 'not at all.'

[hands-of-blu.livejournal.com]

"Viss a different sort of focus, but, ja, about ze same sort of fellow." The Medic wrinkles his nose. "Shall ve head back to ze Bar now?"

[dark_dancer]

"I think that would be a wise idea, yes."
Before any more idiots decide to barge in and be unprofessional. She might actually castrate the next one.