Hot Picking (oneshot)The morning had been a long and sweltering day off work. Everybody was trying to keep cool in the base. Scout and Soldier were fighting over the last of the ice in the freezer, while the rest kept their shirts off. Sniper sat near a fan pointed at him. The flickering lights were threatening a brown out. If they could just keep things together for a bit longer, they would be just fine. Maybe go out to town and find the public pool. The ironicness of everything was that nobody had seen the Spy all morning long. Where was that French tart anyways?
"I'm back my friends." The Spy said bursting through the front door.
The Sniper looked around wondering who the Hell he'd been talking to. Was he talking to one of them? "Who the Hell're you talking to?
"Oh, hardy har har. You're a comic genius." The Spy rolled his eyes. The Sniper gave a victious smirk. "Per'aps zhees weell keep your jokes off zhee subject of me?" He held up a little book It was a faded beige color. On it was an old photograph