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"Hello there, Private. Glad to see someone else new around here." The RED Soldier saluted smartly, clicking his heels together in the regular fashion of many of his class.
The new medic glanced up from his book and smirked "Oh, Ja. Zhe Heavy said zomezhing about un crazed Zoldier running around." He closed the book and stood up straight, hand behind his back "Velcome to mien office." He said with a slight bow "Feel free to, how you Americans zay, "pop in" for zhe free checkups. Alvays open, you know."
He turned away with a wave in the soldier's direction " OH!" The Doctor spun around "Und if you see trails of vater going from mien ward, pleaz tell me, becuze zhat means Tenty may 'ave gotten out again."
"Tenty?"John frowned at the unfamiliar term, eyes narrowing faintly as he relaxed from his salute and set to rubbing his chin. Could have just been someone's name. Obviously a foreigner. " Sure, I'll let you know if I see anything, doc. Weird name."
"Not if you knew zhe spy..." the medic mutter
"Spy?!" The soldier snapped out of attention and ran over to the doctor's desk. He leaned over the top and looked under it "Surrender now, you French Maggot and I will make your death quick and somewhat less painful!"
"Nein! Nein! Nicht 'Spy'!" The medic said squatting to meet with the soldier's face, "I said 'Guy'. The medic lifted up the soldier's helmet just enough to actually see the man's eyes. "Don't be zo paranoid." The soldier quickly batted the German's hand off his hat before getting off the desk "It's bad for zhe heart." the medic finished
That seemed a most… plausible explanation. Everyone knew that Germans had the strangest accents. Still…
"And that's exactly what the real spy would say!" John came to that conclusion a might too quickly. Obviously, his years on the field had rendered him as jumpy as a jackrabbit (And about as sane as one to boot). Forgetting all about this odd 'Tenty' fellow for the time being, he swiftly rounded on the Doctor, letting out a little chuckle as he peered out at him from under that hat of his.
"What have you done with the real medic, crouton?!" Only the barest, teeniest, tiniest chance that he may have gotten this wrong kept him from whipping out his trusty pickaxe for a quick spycheck, (though it didn't quite save the poor medic from being manhandled as John immediately reached out to grab him by the suspenders and shake him) as he straightened up.
"Admit it, you've done something to him! I bet that water on the floor trick was a diversion- a sham to pull the wool over my eyes! Well, you'll have to wake up pretty early on this side of the border to fool me!"
"Vhat!" the Medic's eyes widened. "I-I-I don't know vhat you're talking about! I am as much a Schpy as you are!"
John shook the man "Do NOT play mind games with me, you son-of-a-bitch! You will only make it worse for yourself! Now, Where. Is. My. Medic!"
"Lizen, you're obviously having anozah vone of your episodes," the German said with a nervous smile "and I zhink you should look into zome anti-psychotic– er anti-anxiety medication for zhis paranoia but right now ve both need to calm down und--" the possibly-not-the-real-medic froze, seemingly looking beyond the soldier. "Nein, nein, nein, nein, nein, nein, nein!" He quietly muttered through his teeth.
The Soldier quickly put the 'Medic' in a headlock and turned around to the door the German was looking at. "I'm on to you both!" John yelled at the seemingly empty med ward "Double espionage! It might work on Engi but not me!"
A light tap came on John's shoulder. With a growl, John tossed the 'doctor' hard to the ground and threw a punch directly behind him. A flash of something blue colored and the soldier felt a cold, pressure wrap around his neck.
"Tenty, Nein!" The doctor snapped before clamoring to his feet and racing to his cabinet.
John clawed at the assailant's limb, feeling himself being lifted slowly off the ground. The blue tentacle was reaching out from under a tarp that covered a large tank the previous medic had installed to house his beloved pet shark. As the tentacle pulled up more of the tarp, he saw a mass of identical limbs, twisting idly underneath the humanoid body of a--
"Ich komme!" The medic quickly returned, a large needle in hand, and thrusted the end into the tentacle's side. A pained scream came from the tank before the tentacle retreated back under the tarp, dropping the half-conscious soldier hard against the tile floor.
The soldier rolled on his side, quickly glaring at the supposed spy doctor."I knew it!" John jumped to his feet and grabbed the medic's overcoat "You're harboring one of your own! Say your prayers, you damned BLU– AHH!"
The medic plunged the needle into the soldier, quickly injecting the rest of the medicine in his teammate's neck. "Sawwry, Zoldier," Medic said with a poorly hidden smile "You were only zuppozed to zhink he vas an octopuz."
"Goddamned Traitor!" the soldier growled wrapping his own hands around the doctor's throat "Unless you have an antidote to what you just gave me, I'm making sure you're... going out... with..." His grip loosened as the anesthetic took a strong hold on his body "...me..." His legs gave out from under him, the medic sent tumbling to the floor with the unconscious soldier.
The medic quickly pried the man's hands off and sighed. "Ok," He panted "Nozing I can't fix. Zoldiers are schtoopid" the doctor stood up and dusted his coat off. "A week or zo in a mental ward, move Tenty somevhere else in zhe base, deny everyzhing... He'll zhink he made it all up. Now... Vhere did I put zhat Straitjacket?"

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"Hello there, Private. Glad to see someone else new around here." The RED Soldier saluted smartly, clicking his heels together in the regular fashion of many of his class.
The new medic glanced up from his book and smirked "Oh, Ja. Zhe Heavy said zomezhing about un crazed Zoldier running around." He closed the book and stood up straight, hand behind his back "Velcome to mien office." He said with a slight bow "Feel free to, how you Americans zay, "pop in" for zhe free checkups. Alvays open, you know."
He turned away with a wave in the soldier's direction " OH!" The Doctor spun around "Und if you see trails of vater going from mien ward, pleaz tell me, becuze zhat means Tenty may 'ave gotten out again."
"Tenty?"John frowned at the unfamiliar term, eyes narrowing faintly as he relaxed from his salute and set to rubbing his chin. Could have just been someone's name. Obviously a foreigner. " Sure, I'll let you know if I see anything, doc. Weird name."
"Not if you knew zhe spy..." the medic mutter
"Spy?!" The soldier snapped out of attention and ran over to the doctor's desk. He leaned over the top and looked under it "Surrender now, you French Maggot and I will make your death quick and somewhat less painful!"
"Nein! Nein! Nicht 'Spy'!" The medic said squatting to meet with the soldier's face, "I said 'Guy'. The medic lifted up the soldier's helmet just enough to actually see the man's eyes. "Don't be zo paranoid." The soldier quickly batted the German's hand off his hat before getting off the desk "It's bad for zhe heart." the medic finished
That seemed a most… plausible explanation. Everyone knew that Germans had the strangest accents. Still…
"And that's exactly what the real spy would say!" John came to that conclusion a might too quickly. Obviously, his years on the field had rendered him as jumpy as a jackrabbit (And about as sane as one to boot). Forgetting all about this odd 'Tenty' fellow for the time being, he swiftly rounded on the Doctor, letting out a little chuckle as he peered out at him from under that hat of his.
"What have you done with the real medic, crouton?!" Only the barest, teeniest, tiniest chance that he may have gotten this wrong kept him from whipping out his trusty pickaxe for a quick spycheck, (though it didn't quite save the poor medic from being manhandled as John immediately reached out to grab him by the suspenders and shake him) as he straightened up.
"Admit it, you've done something to him! I bet that water on the floor trick was a diversion- a sham to pull the wool over my eyes! Well, you'll have to wake up pretty early on this side of the border to fool me!"
"Vhat!" the Medic's eyes widened. "I-I-I don't know vhat you're talking about! I am as much a Schpy as you are!"
John shook the man "Do NOT play mind games with me, you son-of-a-bitch! You will only make it worse for yourself! Now, Where. Is. My. Medic!"
"Lizen, you're obviously having anozah vone of your episodes," the German said with a nervous smile "and I zhink you should look into zome anti-psychotic– er anti-anxiety medication for zhis paranoia but right now ve both need to calm down und--" the possibly-not-the-real-medic froze, seemingly looking beyond the soldier. "Nein, nein, nein, nein, nein, nein, nein!" He quietly muttered through his teeth.
The Soldier quickly put the 'Medic' in a headlock and turned around to the door the German was looking at. "I'm on to you both!" John yelled at the seemingly empty med ward "Double espionage! It might work on Engi but not me!"
A light tap came on John's shoulder. With a growl, John tossed the 'doctor' hard to the ground and threw a punch directly behind him. A flash of something blue colored and the soldier felt a cold, pressure wrap around his neck.
"Tenty, Nein!" The doctor snapped before clamoring to his feet and racing to his cabinet.
John clawed at the assailant's limb, feeling himself being lifted slowly off the ground. The blue tentacle was reaching out from under a tarp that covered a large tank the previous medic had installed to house his beloved pet shark. As the tentacle pulled up more of the tarp, he saw a mass of identical limbs, twisting idly underneath the humanoid body of a--
"Ich komme!" The medic quickly returned, a large needle in hand, and thrusted the end into the tentacle's side. A pained scream came from the tank before the tentacle retreated back under the tarp, dropping the half-conscious soldier hard against the tile floor.
The soldier rolled on his side, quickly glaring at the supposed spy doctor."I knew it!" John jumped to his feet and grabbed the medic's overcoat "You're harboring one of your own! Say your prayers, you damned BLU– AHH!"
The medic plunged the needle into the soldier, quickly injecting the rest of the medicine in his teammate's neck. "Sawwry, Zoldier," Medic said with a poorly hidden smile "You were only zuppozed to zhink he vas an octopuz."
"Goddamned Traitor!" the soldier growled wrapping his own hands around the doctor's throat "Unless you have an antidote to what you just gave me, I'm making sure you're... going out... with..." His grip loosened as the anesthetic took a strong hold on his body "...me..." His legs gave out from under him, the medic sent tumbling to the floor with the unconscious soldier.
The medic quickly pried the man's hands off and sighed. "Ok," He panted "Nozing I can't fix. Zoldiers are schtoopid" the doctor stood up and dusted his coat off. "A week or zo in a mental ward, move Tenty somevhere else in zhe base, deny everyzhing... He'll zhink he made it all up. Now... Vhere did I put zhat Straitjacket?"