Freddie Chapter 2

It was obvious to Will that Freddie was far from his usual mood after coming back from a visit with Tex. He almost hated opening his mouth to ask the necessary question. “What 'appened?” Freddie hissed, causing his friend to grimace quietly. “A damn kid decided to open his mouth at the bar.” Freddie snapped before sighing. “Sorry, Will. The kid riled me up.” Will looked amused when he said that. Not much got to his Sniper friend, or not much was supposed to get to him in any case. “Might I ask vhat he did?” The Spy asked, following his friend to his camper. The Sniper gave him a half-hearted glare. “You can ask but I won't answer ya.” He said, sighing quietly. He decided to appease his friend and motioned to the only other seat in the camper. He explained what happened in the bar between himself and the Scout, though he didn't say it was a scout because he didn't know it was a scout. Though he had his suspicions. Regardless, he explained the conversation that went on and the following, still a bit grumpy. “This time the kid started bad mouthing my family. Even Tex wanted to do away with him.” Freddie said, sighing and running his hands through his already salt and pepper hair.

Will simply watched his old friend. He'd worked for so much and got so little in return. It didn't help that he was a kind man and didn't like to spend money all too much. Losing his family all those years ago had effected him way more than he liked to consciously let on. But he digressed. He patted his friend's knee, sighing himself. “I'm sure he meant vell.” He said, earning himself a half-meant glare. “Really. Look at it as if it vas a Scout, they mean vell they just don't know how to express it.” Will explained, making Freddie pause. “...True.” He sighed. “He kinda reminds me of their scout, actually. Same sort of cockiness in them both.” He said, relaxing into his pillows. Will nodded. “It sounds like it.” He said, chuckling quietly. “I must be off, zhough. I have zhings to do, people to kill.” He said, gesturing vaguely and cloaking noiselessly and going off. Freddie watched his friend go, despite the cloak, and sighed. “I just want to know what to do.” He said quietly, contemplating the ceiling of his camper. He needed an actual care. This pos camper wasn't holding up well anymore. Maybe he'd splurge later... He sighed and sat up, stretching. Today was a non work day, so there was nothing for the teams to do. He was trying to figure out when a dove cooed nearby, then darted into the open door of his camper, landing on his shoulder and nuzzling him lovingly. “Camilla! There ya are, ya wacky bird.” He said, smiling and petting her gently.

In all that had happened, his Dove was one of the few godsends. Granted, he'd named it after his old girlfriend, but the bird took to it as if it was her own, despite the injuries. She was a good bird he'd found on the battle field nursing an injured wing. So he'd taken her in and cared for her and she stuck around. He soon realized she was good with fetching things and helping keep his camper clean. She seemed more house maid than bird sometimes. “Where were you, huh?” He asked her, setting out some food for her, which she happily gobbled up. He watched her quietly, grabbing a juice box from his fridge. He just didn't know what to do with himself.