Chapter 1
He lay with his face in his pillow, a faint blue glow on his face from the clock on his nightstand. He was woken by the sudden banging on his door, he jumped a little and groaned.
"Get up soldier! It's time for orientation!"
He looked to the clock, six thirty am, bright and early. He stared at the figure in the door, a small and thin framed kid with a beret on his head, who was just a silhouette with the light behind coming from behind him.
"Get in uniform and report to the courtyard soldier! You have ten minutes and no more!"
The kid marched off leaving the groaning man in his bed, he looked over and saw his suit, felt balaclava and Cosa Nostra cap hung up on a coat rack, it was looking to be a long day.
The spy staggered out of his room, fully dressed but not exactly to the nines. He left his suit unbuttoned and he walked lazily to the courtyard. He looked around the base as he walked, TeuFort, not exactly the best place on earth but it was better than nothing.
He got to the courtyard and he was the last one arriving, he could make the argument that he was being fashionably late, like most spies would, but he really didn't care at the moment. He continued walking and got in place at the end of the line, everyone stared at him as he made his late arrival but he simply faced forward not making any eye contact with them.
"Look who decided to show up." The scout stood uniformly in front of everyone else. "Do you have a reason to be late for orientation?"
"Not one I'd care to make up at the moment sir." It was too early in the morning for something like this.
The scout glared for a moment then snapped back to the rest of the team. "Welcome everyone to the Zeta unit, of the Builders League United. Here we are expected to be the best of the best and we are some of the few that have been given the responsibility of protecting the intelligence briefcase located further in the fort."
The spy chuckled quietly a bit then fell silent and looked back to the scout.
"Today we are going to review our skills, responsibilities around the base, and where we are designated to be in the base during combat. I am a scouting unit, meant to observe and retrieve intel, so that we can go into a battle better prepared."
The scout pointed to a large man with a rocket launcher standing next to him, with a shotgun on his back and a shovel resting on a belt strap, he looked extremely large and possibly terrifying, if it were not for the large goofy smile resting on his face. He stood straight up and had the usual gear that a soldier would usually have, all except for the helmet which was nowhere to be seen.
"Well high there!" He greeted in an oddly high voice. "I'm a soldier, I do stuff like shoot rockets and go into the front lines to fight for the friends I make!"
He stared creepily at the rest of the team mates that all felt rather uncomfortable with this odd man staring at them like he was.
The scout slowly pointed to the next person in line who was covered from head to toe in a rubber suit, his face covered by a gas mask.
"Hrro, rm a Pyruh, rnd rm rn chrrge rf clrrs qrrtr crrmbrt."
He left it at that as he knew the rest of the team was having trouble understanding him, he simply lifted up his flamethrower, and people seemed to get the idea.
The scout nodded at a black man with an eye patch, he was holding a grenade launcher in his hand, and also had a bullet vest on, which he strapped other grenades onto.
"Um, hi, Ahm the demo man, and well, Ahm in charge uhv demolitians, and other precishun explosives."
He had a thick Scottish accent with the a few people thought rather odd, wondering how many collective identities this guy belonged to.
The next person went, knowing the pattern fairly well already. He was an extremely large Russian man with a bullet vest that was dwarfed in his size.
"I am a heavy weapons guy, I do, things with gun, kill many people at once."
Short and sweet, it was good. Next was a small man with overalls and a hardhat, which had a small light attached to it.
"Howdy there, Ahm an engineer, Ah was told Ah'd be takin' a defensive roll, which Ah seem to like well enough."
He didn't seem to know much about the job, in fact his demeanor suggested he didn't belong in a place like this.
Next was a man in a white trench coat with a medical plus sign on the shoulder, he had dark hair and small round glasses resting on the bridge of his nose.
"Hallo, I am ze medic, und I vill be taking care of any medical vounds you may find yourself hafing."
Next was a tall man wearing a vest and an aussie side cap.
"Royght, I'm the sniper 'ere, you can propably guess whogh' I do."
The scout glared at the spy as it came to him, he simply smiled and gave his shtick.
"I'm the spy, I'm far from what you'd expect in one, but I hope that doesn't interfere with our teamwork."
Everyone glanced towards him, a few looked like they had questions, but they simply shrugged it off for now, plenty of time later for questions.
The scout piped up again, overviewing the misfit team. "Now then, who here has been in a base such as this before?"
The Spy, Demoman, and Pyro all raised their hands. Everyone took in who had more experience than the others, even if it was just a little.
"Okay then, the three of you will be in charge of giving the team a tour of the base so that they will know where to go during tomorrows battle."
The Pyro nodded, the Demo and Spy shrugged. Once the Pyro got to moving everyone began to follow.
First off was a room underground, it was a bunker with computer circuits, a world map, and worldwide communications. Sitting on a desk was a single blue briefcase, everyone stared oddly at it.
"Zhat's it?"
"Watch your mouth medic! That is our objective."
The Spy rolled his eyes and walked over to the desk, "This gentlemen is the intelligence, intel for short. It carries a certain kind of information that we aren't supposed to let the other team get."
"That we can't let them get." The scout added.
"Our secund objective is the other teyms intel." The Demo explained.
"Essentially, the idea of how we're organized is that those of us assigned to the defense position should stay in the base to protect the intel, those of us assigned to offense should try to break into the opposing fort to steal the enemies intel, and those of us in support should do our best to assist the previous two parties. Got it?"
Everyone nodded, fairly self-explanatory.
"The thing is though, plenty of us are capable of much more, heavy weapons units often go on offensive for their relative ease of mobility. Just as one example."
A few nodded, but quite a few more looked concerned to the idea of trying something like this, given the equipment they had.
Next up were a few of the quarters that would probably not going to see the face of battle. A workshop for the Engineer, a lab for the Medic, forging rooms for the Demo, and other rooms for each of the other members. Each man was left to properly explore his profession room. Each came out with different reactions.
"Well, that right there looks alright." The Engineer left his room grinning.
"I'm a tad confuzed as to what all zhat is for."
"What?"
"Vell, zhere are hearts in zhe fridge zhat are not human, und abnormally sized."
The spy left his room, "Those are for medical experiments doc."
"Vhat? I could not use zhose to experiment! Nor vill I even experiment on mein comerades."
"Why not?"
"Vhat if I am not successful vith my experiments? Vhat if somezhing goes wrong?"
"You don't have to experiment doc, it's just something they figure you'll want to do." The spy left to go speak with the Pyro.
After the tour was done they all gathered in front of the spawn room, lined up once more, listening to the scouts instruction.
"Well then, now that's all done, you are all free to spend the rest of the day relaxing, but I would strongly advise you all to prepare for the battle ahead!"
With that he walked off into his personal quarters, the door slammed hard behind him, leaving the rest of them there just lined up. The Spy was the first to leave the line, he turned towards the Sniper.
"Do you want a better spot for sniping?"
"Wot do ya mean?"
The Spy pointed to a door behind him, "There's a window on each side of the fort, facing the other fort, one east, one west, they both can be accessed through that door."
"Ay'll tayke a look."
"You don't have to do it now, I just thought maybe it'd be better for ya, it's a pretty good spot."
"Sure, thaynks."
"You're welcome, now, I'm headed to the rec room, anyone wants to join me, don't wait up."
With that they all headed for the rec room, all except for the scout, who had locked himself in his room to practice his techniques.