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Chapter 1:In the Beginning
The middle of nowhere- Badlands, New Mexico, 1960.
The train had been cruising along the tracks- that were useless since they connected nothing at all- for hours and still Lawrence Mundy was alone. Lawrence was fine with that though, in fact he preferred it that way. He spent most of his time alone in the outback anyway back home in Australia. Still it was unnerving that the train was empty, there were nine cars apart from his counting the front one, and still no one had come out of the adjacent one-only one since he was in the back-. Lawrence shrugged and returned to the window. Just then the door opened and a tall elderly man with glasses and graying black hair came through the door. The man smiled and in a German accent spoke, "Ah, so vhere is somevone else on vis train". He motioned to a seat, "Do you mind if I sit". Lawrence shook his head and the man sat down across from him. Lawrence looked away from the man and then back as if thinking, then stuck out his hand, "Lawrence, Lawrence Mundy". The man shook his hand, "Lukas Klug" he paused for a moment, "so Lawrence are you also here on contract for vone, Redmond Mann? Lawrence nodded, "yep, I woke up one morning and there was a letter taped to the door of my camper, but if you're a colleague then you should now my work code name: Sniper. Lukas looked at Lawrence with a look that said Oh good another test subject. "Zen I should tell you I am Medic", at that moment a man wearing a suit and balaclava appeared out of thin air, "well gentleman", he said in a French accent, "I am the Spy".
Medic and Sniper jumped out of their seat, one drawing a bush knife and the other a bone saw. Spy simply laughed and lit a cigarette. "If you think you could actually hurt me, you are very much mistaken, and anyway we are working together on this project of Redmond Manns". "How do you do that?", Sniper asked sitting back down. Spy tapped his watch and vanished apart from a small puff of smoke from his cigarette. Spy reappeared smiling looking smugly at his team mates' stunned faces, "now back to the previous subject". Medic sank back in his seat and considered Spy before answering, "Yes zhat is a good question, how can ve as zhe letter says fight a war and not be hurt"? Sniper shrugged, "maybe that's some'thin to do with you mate" he said looking at medic. Medic paled, moving a closer to the door. Spy looked curiously, "What is wrong doctor". "How could zey know about zhe medi-gun". The wot' gun"? "My prototype healing ray". Spy was about to comment when a southern accent interjected, "A healin ray now this I need to see".
When it is said men, the two people who walked in could better be described as a man and an it. The man was short and bald wearing, overalls, goggles and a hard hat. The other could not be identified through it is asbestos suit. The it said, "mmmmpppph mmmmpppph mmmphhh". Sniper looked at it, "your pyro and engineer, who is Dell Conagher", the thing nodded. Over the next couple hours a drunken Scotsman, an obnoxious Bostonian teenager, a huge Russian, and an insane American who instantly started fighting with medic, who he called a Nazi. Introductions were given out, the scot was Tavish Degroot or Demo man, the kid was Cornelius Thomson or Scout, the Russian was Vladimir or Heavy Weapons Guy, and the patriot was Jane Doe or Solider. Over the next few hours they told about what they did and what their job was to be. Then a voice sounded out as the train stopped, "Mercenaries grab your gear and proceed to the red fort. As Sniper debarked the train into what was declared by a large sign to be Tuefort fortress- New Mexico, he pondered that though he wanted to see who else was on the train and whose his teammates were, he had not expected a group of nutjobs.