October 9th 1972, 2:25 AM
Dustbowl, U.S.A
Several loud roars echoed though the unknown desert in the heat of the night. The constant howling of bullets and explosions could be heard within a mile radius. The source of the sounds came from a base that seen it's better days. All that remains now was a large metallic disc with a red cylinder projected above it, metal beams erected on an angle with poorly attached wooden boards for cover, two sets of steps leading from the point to a set of automatic doors on each side, and sand bags cradling the point. All of it laying under an old deactivated rocket . A stray rocket suddenly crashed into a sign which has the words, "RED Base, Dustbowl Division," painted on it.
"Bloody Hell!" an unknown voice shouted.
The lone figure brushed the dust and rubble off his vest, as he was close to the impact from the rocket. He then began to polish the glass on the comedically large scope attached to his rifle. The man in question wore clothes in a combination of red and brown, a pair of yellow tinted sunglasses rest on his nose alongside the scar on his left cheek, and he wore a slouch hat over his short black hair.
"These mongrels aren't letting up!" he exclaimed to his allies among the point, in a thick Australian accent.
Three figures were leaning inside the point among the sandbags. One of them appear to be of african descent, having an eye-patch covering his left eyesocket, with grenades strapped on his body armor. Another appeared to be a doctor. Draped with a white labcoat with a backpack of some sort, which is connected to an unusual cannon. And the last of them is an obese, bald man, who is capable of lifting a minigun and firing it with no problem. Like the first figure, the demolition expert and big man wore bright red clothing under their armor.
"Doctor! Is the charge ready?" asked the obese gunner, as his accent appeared to be russian.
"I need a few more seconds," replied the german doctor.
The Demoman pulled out a bottle and popped to cork. He took one drink from it. As if it was his last, before accepting their fate. He groaned in depression before putting 2 grenades in the grenade launcher that layed to his right side.
Across from the base, two machines had been positioned in front of a corner within an alley. One of them is a turret, which is arrayed with two miniguns and a rocket launcher. The other is a fully upgraded dispenser, which appeared to be something like a gas pump, with ammo popping out of a compartment. However they both appear to be worn down and slightly damaged from earlier combat. Both of them painted in a deep blue hue. Three figures had taken cover behind a wall, they are all wearing blue in contrast to the defenders in red.
"Are you red sissies ready to surrender?!" shouted one of the figures, as he kept loading his rocket launcher. He is dressed in a military uniform, with a poorly fitted helmet covering his eyes. He then removed a grenade from his bandolier to prepare for battle.
"Never!" shouted the Demoman. "You back-stabbing, two-faced, buzz-cut civilian!"
The Demoman of the red team and the Soldier of the blue team knew each other, and once had a strong friendship. However this friendship soon eroded after deceit from the unknown. In which turned them from the best of friends into the most bitter of rivals.
"That's it! I'm going to tear your other eye out an-"
Before the Soldier charged at the base, a wrench had swung down from the air to stop the Soldier from his hasty attack. The wielder of the wrench wore yellow glove on his right hand which cradled the wrench. He also has a yellow helmet with grey goggles covering his eyes. The wielder then retracts the wrench and laid it in a pouch on his toolbelt.
"Hold it sir. We can't go chargin' at them just yet! We need to wait..." the overall-clad worker calmly told his friend, "We cannot lose this time like with our previous failures."
"Dude, when is frenchie going to tell us when to move out," asked a young man. He wore light clothing. With a backpack draped around his chest, and hat with a headphone looming over his left ear, "Because if I don't hear from him soon, I'm pulling out!"
"That Scout's right Engie. He probably deserted on us, like all the French soldiers I knew," The Soldier retorted.
The Engineer peered out from his cover to look for the frenchman. He dashed across the alley to a doorway on the other side. The red Sniper took aim at the Engineer and fired his rifle. However, it only knocked the helmet off his head, showing his bald scalp. He peered out through the doorway to search for the unknown figure. He was able to see a figure appear from the shadows. He beared a blue tuxedo, with a dark blue balacava with matching gloves. He inserted a bullet into an empty chamber in his revolver. He then closed the cylinder of the revolver and pulled down the hammer.
"I'm fully charged!" Shouted the Medic. As his cannon started to emit a red glow at the front after it made a revving sound.
"Right mates, All or nothing. Move out!" commanded the Demoman. The 3 red mercenaries then jumped out of their cover.
Before what remained of the RED team moved out. The blue gentleman took aim, and gunned down the Medic from a distance with his revolver before he was able to activate the charge.
"DOCTOR!" The Heavy screamed in horror when he realized that his partner and friend got shot.
The Medic was still alive, he was only hit in the right shoulder. Luckily the bullet never hitted anywhere close to his vital parts.
"Bloody Spy!" the Demoman shouted, after spotting the assassin from the distance. He then fired a grenade at the Spy's position, trying to take him out. The blue Spy was able to dissapear in the shadows and run down the stairs before the grenade exploded. He reappeared down the ravine, he dashed down the service pipe to meet up with his allies.
"Our pal is in trouble!" The Engineer exclaimed to his allies.
"Alright," The Soldier said, he then started to raise his voice, "CHARGE!"
The three BLU mercenaries then charged directly at the base, under fire from the Sniper and Demoman. The Scout and Soldier returned fire with a barrage of their own. The Heavy is still occupied in hunting down the Spy who attempted to kill his friend. But he is now wasting bullets as the Spy abandoned the position long after the attack.
"Heavy..." The Medic weakly called out. He then pointed towards the charging BLU team, "Get them..."
The Medic then tried to hold his "Medigun" in one hand. And then attempted to heal himself. He was able to heal the gun wound on his shoulder and fired a beam from the Medigun to his partner. The Heavy then switched fire among the charging BLU mercenaries.
The Engineer was smart enough to clear any of the stickies that lurked on the bridge and moved his Sentry gun foreward. In hopes of establishing a choke poiny to prevent losing ground. The Sniper and the Demoman took time to reload before they started to attack their foes. The Spy managed to catch up with his teammates, although he lagged behind because it the distance was long. The detail is irrelevant as now the number of attackers to defenders is now four all. This would've been their greatest battle, topping all the rest. However, there was one detail that changed the fate otherwise, an intruder.
Before the final battle can reach it's climax, an unknown aircraft was approaching over the bridge. The craft in question appeared to be the size of a Spitfire. The unknown pilot of the plane pushed a button, releasing the payload of this small fighter.
A bomb-shaped container had detached itself from under the left wing. It gained momentum as it approaches the bridge, while the plane made it's pass. The mercenaries were in awe and horror as the "bomb" made impact, except for the BLU soldier, who tried to hit the plane with his rocket launcher, but with no avail. Rather than an explosion, the "bomb" had ejected multiple pink sheets of paper, as well as a tape recorder that landed by the pod.
The mercenaries approached to the bombshell with caution, the Soldier had ceased fire as he followed his teammates. The Sniper picked up one of the pink slips and glanced the contents on the paper. There was not much on the paper, except for the words you're fired.
"Fired?" The Sniper asked himself, as he was unsure why was he being layed off.
"Fired? Vut do you mean komerade," The Medic asked the Sniper, as he adjusted his glasses to look at the slip.
The Heavy peered behind the Sniper to examine the paper as well. The Spy discovered the recorder near the container, he then picked it up with his right hand. He examined it thoroughly, and noticed there is a tape inside. He pondered on why the tape is inside the recorder, and what it has to say. He then pushed the "play" button with his thumb.
"Greetings mercenaries. This is your employer and Administrator talking. It has come to our misfortune that we are no longer needing your services, and your contracts are now terminated. To put this bluntly, you are all fired. You're required to clean out your lockers by high noon tomorrow. And one more thing, the fact that you're no longer members of Mann Co, attempting to finish your 'battle' will be reported to the nearest authority and you will be tried as the criminals you are."
"WHAT!? FIRED?!" The Soldier shouted in shock, then he pointed his finger to the Scout, "It's all your fault!"
"What the hell are you talking about tin-head," The scout replied with a question.
"We would still be in the job if you didn't try to stuff the complaint box to the brim."
"It's your fault man. For befriending that bomb-throwing drunk over there."
"Calm down you two," The Spy interrupted thier fight. "Maybe each of us had contributed to our newfound unemployment. It could be Scout's complaints, Monseuir Doe's relations with Mr. DeGroot from the RED team. And possibly Mr. Conagher's defiance against Blutarch. Or, maybe it's not our faults."
"Where are you getting at?" The Engineer asked the Spy in a curious tone.
"What I'm getting at is maybe if somebody on the other side is actually considerate enough not to use biological warfare, then none of us have to suffer for it."
"What the Bloody Hell are you talking about," The Sniper scolded in retailation to the Spy's remark, "Our contracts never said anything about using our bodily wastes as a weapon."
"What's next, are you going to smeer sh-"
"Quiet you two!" The Heavy shouted to break up the arguement. "You're going to give Doctor a migrane."
"Dummkopfs," The Medic said in a whipser, rubbing his forehead in agony.
"Oi, so what do we do now?" The Demoman asked, as he finished the bottle of whiskey.
"I'm not going to take this sitting down," Soldier proclaimed. "I'm going to give that lady on the microphone, or that old bag of bones Blutarch a piece of my mind. You RED sissies can do whatever you want."
The Soldier then started to march from the battle site as he inserted a rocket in his launcher. The Scout, Spy, and Engineer all looked at each otheras if something horrible is going to happen.
"Maybe someone should go check on him," The Engineer told his accomplises.
"I'm right ahead of you," The Spy replied. He then started to dissapear from sight.
"I'm just going to call Ma," The Scout exclaimed. Then both the Scout and Engie walked away.
"That actually sounds like a good idea," The Heavy said to his allies. "That Redmond has alot of explaining to do."
"Yeah! Let's show that rotten sheep's stomach what we're made of!" The Demoman shouted in agreement.
"Say, where is that freak?" The Red Sniper asked his former teammates, as if there was suppose to be another among their ranks.
"I don't have a bloody clue." retorted the Demoman, taking another swig from his whiskey.
"Maybe someone should find it.." the Medic chimed in a grave tone.
Airfield, Disclosed Location. 2:30AM
The mysterious plane approached to an airfield several kilometers from the outpost. It slowed down as the wheels made contact with the pavement. It had eventually came to a complete stop. A lone figure stood by the strip to greet the pilot. The figure appeared to be an elderly woman, about in her sixties.
The pilot emerged from the plane and climbed down to the ground. Then the pilot removed the helmet, showing another woman, this time a much younger lady with black hair. The pilot pulled a pair of glasses from her pocket, and laid it gently on her nose.
"Miss Pauling, did you lay off the mercenaries?" The elderly woman asked. Her voice strongly resembling the recording.
"I did ma'am. Although one of them tried to take me down with a rocket launcher."
"Must've been Mr. Doe. He has plenty of screws loose."
"Pardon me for asking, but why are we doing this?"
"Simple. The baboons Remond and Blutarch are running their companies to the ground. And they requested us to they them off."
"Ah. However I could only find eight of them. One of them is missing."
"Ah, the Pyro. Find that thing Miss Pauling, or you will be laid off with them too."
"I'll get on it ma'am..."
Miss Pauling walked away to the hanger to get in her causal ware. The mystery woman walked away in the other direction towards an old fashioned car. She crawled in the car and began to drive away from the airfield.
After the two figures left the area, something emerged from a crate. It appeared to be a strange figure, with a gasmask covering its face. Heavy breathing could be heard if you stood a foot away from him. The figure crawled out of the crate and walked toward an insect that was resting by the wing of the plane. It picked it up gently.
"Huddah," the figure said. Due to the mask wasn't fitted properly it cannot create a coherent sound.