Prologue: Mann Up

It was another undoubtedly hot day underneath the New Mexico sun as the mercs were preparing for war. This time it wasn't against the other team, no it was against robots. More specifically, robots built by Gray Co. that threatened the very existence of Mann Co. and its wonderfully, poor quality weapons and hats. All nine of REDs mercenaries were gathered around the upgrade station. It was so nice of the robots to wait till the mercs were ready, they thought. They got the usual upgrades, increased damage, faster reload, and other usual buffs. Now came the real problem, who will go where? Of course Scout was first out of the upgrade station, running to a position that would be perfect to pick up any money from the robots, this was in front of the tunnel. Pyro came running after Scout, also taking their position in front of the tunnel, a gloved hand ready to set ablaze to any robot that comes.

Everything seemed to go smoothly, except for the fact that the other mercs were in a heated argument. It all started because of Sniper and Soldier, both wanted the best vantage point, however only one of them could fill that spot. Sniper, of course went to that point as quickly as possible, but Soldier refused to give up so easily.

"Maggot! Move for your commanding officer! I need this spot to blow them robots to smithereens!"

To which Sniper replied "um, Soldier, you ain't no commanding officer. Also, there is a good spot for you right there on that roof. So why don't you rocket jump the hell out of my way so I can snipe some arseholes." Soldier became red with rage, it seemed that his helmet was going to pop off like a tea kettle lid.

"Maggot, respect your commanding officer!" He shouted as he slapped Sniper with his shovel. Engineer over heard the two men bickering and decided to help settle their dispute. Lifting his tool belt up, he sauntered to find that Sniper had unsheathed his kukri and was ready to strike Soldier. Coming in the knick of time, Engineer put himself between the two men that act like children.

"Fellas, fellas, there's nothing to get worked up about. If you want, settle this in a fair game of rock, paper, scissors."

"Fine," they both sighed as they readied up for the game that would their fate. Suddenly, from two different locations , Engineer heard his comrades yell "Place a dispenser here!". The two men yelling this were none other than Demoman and Heavy. The both of them heard the others cry and instantly locked onto to each other, glaring.

Heavy tried to make his body appear larger than it already is, and snarled " Heavy more important for killing metal babies! Can easily riddle all their bodies with bullets!"

Demoman yelled back from top of the building "Get yer head out of yer arse! You NEED me to plow through the main horde while you take care of the leftovers, fat arse!" He looked over at the approaching Engi with a smirk "The Texan will help us decide this, who do yer think deserves the ammo, shortie?"

Engi looked at the Scot and raised a glove finger, taken back by his statement. He however, then lowers the finger unable to respond to the other's statement since it was rude and uncalled for.

The Demo raised a brow and added, "why yer don't like being called wut yer are? That not 'Merican enough for you? Now why don't you bring yer freedom and place it down over here next to me, so I can blow up sum fercin' robots" he smirked, now trying get under his skin.

When suddenly Heavy chimed in "big man going' take that from little baby? Prove stronger than baby and place despenser by friend!"

"The height of a man shouldn't determine the quality of his character" Engi remarked as he moved closer to Heavy and placed his despenser down. However while placing it, he muttered under his breath "I may be short, but that least I'm not a drunk"

This brought the Russian to burst out in a fit of laughter; "hear that cyclops, least my friend not bottle of rum" he jeered, smiling ear to ear. Engi now focused on hitting his dispenser, despite an angry Scotsman yelling profanity at both him and Heavy, which they disregarded anyway.

Demo's yells soon became grumbles that he kept to himself. But, this 'peace' didn't last once Medic came strolling out of the upgrade station, holding the Kritzkrieg in his gloved hands. "Who vants a heal?" He cheerfully added when he was suddenly bombarded with every team member shouting hospital signs in his face.

He turned to Archimedes, sighing "I knew ve should have stayed home today." However, it wasn't everyone, just Scout circling around him, crying bloody murder to be healed even though he only had a scraped knee. The youth from Boston suddenly stopped in his track, as if he slammed into something or someone. Hearing a grunt, a man with a balaclava materialized out of thin air, looking unamused by the young team member's actions. The man was of course Spy,he was fashionably early as waited for everyone while being cloaked. He pulled out a case, placed a custom cigarette in his mouth, and lit it up.

Taking a drag, he huffed, pinching the bridge of his nose, "I am sure your mother would be proud of the man you have become."

Scout fell flat on his ass, "Oi! That ain't right! You know I try to make my ma proud!"

Spy rolled his eyes at the lame remark, "she must be so proud of coward that runs away at the first sign of danger, non?" Scout got up from the ground and dusted himself off. The young man, looked at the more matured mercenary, biting his lip hard.

When he was about to make a witty remark , a familiar voice drowned him out as she said, "I hope your affairs are in order"

The mercenaries broke out into a panic due to the lack of preparing because of their trivial feuds.

Engineer rushed as fast as he could to place a sentry down all the while yelling,

"Dagnabit... who was the numbskull that readied up and didn't give me enough time to set up ma' sentry!" Pyro, thinking it was a good thing to ready up, raised their hand, assumingly smiling under their mask. The stocky Engineer wasn't the only person rushing. Medic did his best to get an übercharge ready, but found it impossible to fully charge all the while he had to keep a watchful eye on his pet dove, Archimedes, who threatened to fly away at any giving moment. It turned out that time was unbelievably against the mercenaries side as the robots started to bombard them, all becoming too injured that the greying Medic couldn't keep up with healing them.

Before they knew it , the bomb was on the back of a giant scout robot, and was quickly making its way to the drop zone.

"I told ye yer shoulda' put a dispenser by me!" The demoman yelled towards the engi as he was racing to the other side of the roof. At this point they all realized, it was too late. The scout goes to the drop zone as it normally did, was readying itself to jump in when... What's this?! It and all the other bots started to summit a frequency similar to how it normally did when the bots take over a control point, but it was different this time. The mercs couldn't tell what it was, but it made them very dazed... very... sleepy...