>>37 You'll be happy with this part then. So, since I'm going to be working on something else soon, I'm actually going to be finishing P&R within the next couple of parts. As much as I love writing character abuse it's starting to drain on a bit and I'm running out of ideas. So I'm trying to churn these bits out until it's as finished as it's going to get. --- Sniper was not going to take any more of this torture. He could only just bear it when it was only him but now that Medic had extended his influence to the poor Scout there was no way he could let this happen any more. His chance came the next day, during battle, when he was attacked by the other team's Spy. Sniper himself wasn't allowed a sharp weapon, the kukri he'd carried with him out of the outback and to this hell hole had been taken by Medic the first chance he'd gotten. The Spy on the other hand still had his knife. When he attacked Sniper in his nest, for repeatedly shooting him in the head (honestly it was the Spy's own fault for thinking he could get past the Australian), he spun around and smacked the butt of his gun into the Spy's jaw. It hit with a sickening crack and the Spy's head snapped around. He must have been shocked, Sniper never bothered to fight back usually. Sniper wrenched the balisong from Spy's fingers and tossed it aside before bringing the gun down again on the other man's head. The first blow had broken his jaw, the second had knocked him out, the third blow had caved his head in but by that time Sniper was too far gone to care. Years of pain and torture on the end of Medic's tight leash came pouring out in this one anger-fuelled action. By the time respawn had picked up the body, it's head was a bloody mess spattered across the floor and the walls and Sniper. He took a deep breath, licked the bit of gore from the side of his mouth, and stood up. He clutched the balisong in trembling fingers, the blunt side pressed against his neck while the sharp end slowly pushed through the leather of the collar. The chain rattled ominously as he pulled as he pulled and sawed at the thick material. Soon, the collar separated and he threw it aside as if it was on fire and it's touch burnt. Panting heavily, Sniper ran. He ran away from the nest, away from the battle, away from Medic and Spy and everyone that had abused him. He took the flights of stairs that lead to Medic's infirmary two at a time. The sounds of battle were muffled behind him. He had about an hour until the alarms went off for the end of the day. He and Scout were going to get out of there, if he had to find a way to shut off respawn to do it.