It was sunset, most of the mercs winding down from their days work. A handful of them were in the communal living room, namely; Mikhail eating what appeared to be some kind of whole wheat sandwich on the couch; Jeremy tuning the antenna on the television set trying to get a baseball game into signal; and finally Tavish and Jane sitting at the kitchen table speaking with each other about the days events and downing spirits every other sentence.
The rest of the mercenaries had retired for the evening to each ones private quarters. It was a quiet hum of life that happened every evening for these individuals employed to kill people.
"God damnit! Why wont this fucking thing work? It works just fine every other day when we have to watch your boring bird show, but the second scout need his baseball game noooooo."
Mikhail may have taken offence, but he didn't show it. Instead he seemed more so displeased with his sandwich as the young man in front of him struggled with the reception. "Heavy thinks birds aren't as boring as baseball. Look! Man run around field after hit ball! Over and over again, for three hours. Thrilling."
The Scout did not hear the jab or care about it over the seemingly sisyphus task of attaining his much enjoyed baseball game. "Anyone know if overalls can do anything with this hunk of junk? It happens every single time. Well except that one time… and that other time. And yeah that time last week too…"
Jane had apparently told a particularly funny story as Tavish burst into a fit of laughter. "That's not even the best part! I had to dig my way out of there with my bare hands because i was to busy beating the rats to death with my shovel!" A cacophony of laughter and glasses falling from the table rose.
Thru fits of laughter Tavish tried to rebuttal his friends story with a grander tale. This went on for a time and everyone was complacent.
A shrill buzzing could be heard in the intercoms signalling that somebody had come to the door of the mercs housing: a secret bunker, secret being the key word. Everyone glanced at each other, the only people that ever come to the living quarters are the mercs and miss Pauling on rare occasion. That said, there is absolutely no reason miss pauling would be here at this late even.
Silence ran for thirty seconds before another buzz sounded. "Uh… anyone order pizza?" scout said hesitantly. "No one should know about this place" the heavy stated as he continued gnawing at the sandwich he seemed not to care for. "I swear to god if its Merasmus again i'm going to kill you myself soldier, how many times has he just shown up and tried killing all of us? I lost count, no really." "Merasmus… " The Demoman raised an eyebrow, "I could've sworn we killed him four times by now. "
Yet another buzz rang followed by some more frantic buzzing after in succession, seems someone is impatient. "I didn't even know we had doorbell." the soldier began to thoughtfully think about doorbells for a moment.
"Someone should probably answer that, no?" The spy appearing from nothing as usual stated nonchalantly Something must have brought his interest."it's quite odd that anything could find us all the way out here…" Remarkably the television set sprung to life with the sound of good old fashioned american baseball. "Oh hey! Somebody else get it i'm busy now" the scout said as he sat down on the couch in front of the television. "heavy is eating" heavy stated. The Demoman seemed to have passed out face down on the table when nobody was looking. More buzzing kept ringing.
"Soldier if you would be so kind…" Spy asked pulling jane from his manic thoughts of doorbells."Oh, yeah, sure." jane went off too what the mercs used as a front door, a thick steel door was near the far end of the bunker, shotgun in hand. Light banging could be heard as well as the buzzing. "Whoooo issss iiit?" the soldier asked in a singsong voice. No answer came but more buzzing and knocking. Hesitantly Soldier reached for the handle to open the door, it was dark when he opened it and hard to see anything.
Jane could see a reddish hue in the dark, a smaller figure. The automatic lights came on a few moments after he opened the door, A very attractive woman appearing to be in her late thirties in a stylish dress with the american flag on it. She had blonde hair and ruby red lips. Not only was she conventionally beautiful but she also looked rather fit. Mr Doe froze in place. Sudden fear in his eyes."J-jane? Is that really you?!" the beautiful women said in such an eager tone as her eyes seemed to light up with stars.
Soldier almost instantly slammed the door shut at seeing the look on her face, and started running away towards his private quarters.
