Freddie - Chapter One

"Freddie"

Frederic Ammerson, or Freddie to his friends and most of his teammates, sighed, relaxing back and moving his sunglasses enough to rub his eyes. The announcer, in what seemed to be a random act of paranoia, had him stay up all night and watch the enemy base. "Damn Announcer." He grumbled, replacing his sunglasses. "Ah-ah! You know she iz listening." The Spy chided, chuckling as he came up behind his startled friend with a cup of coffee in one hand and a donut in the other."Oi! Don't do that. I coulda shot ya." The sniper scowled, putting his Kukri down. The spy grinned as if he didn't care, handing the sniper the breakfast. "So, find anyzhing?" The Spy asked, curious. "No. Her fears were unfounded." He sighed, setting the coffee down in favor of taking his hat off and revealing his salt and pepper hair. Most times out of ten, snipers were of the younger generation, but Freddie was an exception. He'd been working since he was young, after a misunderstanding in Germany led him to switching out of Medic training and back and forth between the other classes, eventually moving to Sniper training.

The Spy chuckled. "You are getting old, Frederic." He commented, taking out a cigarette. "You're not getting any younger yourself, Will." Freddie said, emphasizing the nickname as he snatched away the cigarette. The Spys full name was Vilfredo, but so many people had trouble pronouncing it that he eventually shortened it to Will. The aforementioned Spy sighed. "You're in a nasty mood. I take it you are going to zhe usual?" Freddie snorted and nodded. "I don' care waht she says, I need a stiff drink." Will nodded in slight agreement. "Be careful. Ve don't need anozher problem." He grimaced, and stood up. "I have problems to deal vith." He said, simply cloaking and leaving. Freddie shook his head and looked out the window. He didn't know how much longer he'd survive. Part of him was tempted to collect his money and run. Goodness knows he had enough. Enough to get him away foreger, maybe...

--Later, at a rather empty bar--

The bartender watched what few "charges" he had left with an amused look. One was young, but apparently old enough to drink according to his id. The other was obviously older, and attempting to get himself piss drunk on cheap beer. He recognized the older one as a regular, and he wasn't all too surprised. The younger guy, though a bit obnoxiously loud, was curious.

"Hey. Isn't heavy drinking bad for ya?" He said, loudly even though they were more or less a seat apart. Freddie scowled into his cup. "Mind yer own business, mate." The younger guy grinned at that. "Oh ho! So your a bushman, eh?" Freddie all but glared at the younger kid, the bartneder hiding his amusement behind an offer for a refill. "Thanks Tex." Freddie said, sighing. The bartender, whose name actually was Tex, nodded, refilling the snipers glass. He knew better thant o question half the people who came in, settling for polite conversations and strained friendships. He'd been around long enough to have seen their type before. Strained relationships was the best title for what he had with them. He never knew when he'd lose a friend with their type, but Freddie had been the longest. Hell, Freddie was allowed free drinks because of how often he showed up and helped Tex out of a bad situation.

Tex sighed quietly. The younger guy watched Freddie, still grinning. He obviously either didn't get that this wasn't a man to mess with, or just was stupid enough to think he could best him with words. But Tex was surprised. Instead of going off on the younger male, Freddie just sat there, wallowing. The bartender considered what could have caused this, and took the cup from his friend. "No more for you. Unless its soda or water." Freddie almost whined, the younger man sniggering. "None for you either. Don't need to have to clean up a mess." The younger man snorted. "Aw don't worry. I won't make a mess." It was Tex's turn to snort. "Ya wouldn't. Freddie here would." Freddie shrugged in response. "Get me some soda, Tex? I need caffeine now that my beer's been taken." Tex nodded and handed him the soda, dumping the beers. "So, kid, what'll it be?" He asked the younger male. "One, my name is Lance, not kid. Two, I'm kinda a big deal. Grass grows, birds fly, sun shines, and brother, I hurt people. I'ma force a nature."

Freddie and Tex just stared blankly at him for a moment before collapsing into a fit of laughter. Obviously this kid thought the world of himself. "No, ya arent. And Kid, I kill people." Freddie commented, Texs eyebrows raising. He'd never known Freddie to outwardly say something like that. Lance scowled. "Ya aren't the only one." Freddie scoffed. "Best get back to your mother before she worries. I think its getting dark." He sneered, standing up and dusting himself off. "I'll see ya later, Tex." Freddie said, walking out to his jeep. Lance grumbled about inconsiderate bastards, getting up and leaving himself. Tex sighed. "Well, that went well."

)To be continued...(