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Chapter 1 Title: A Stupid Plan

It was quite a silent day in Teufort… Weirdly silent… It was the mercs annual "week-off", where they could absolutely do anything they want, in exception of not killing themselves or killing each other. Respawn is also having a vacation at the moment.

Anyways, the mercs were doing their own businesses inside the rec room. Soldier and Demoman are playing "two-way" poker, trading off bullets, some hats and weapons, also some alcohol for some reason. On the other hand, Pyro and Heavy were watching a sitcom, about a young blonde and her "Hollywood dream", muffled and loud laughs, surrounds the area.

Looking out from the window, a certain enigma-of-a-man stood, emitting smoke from the lit cigarette that hung on his mouth. The Frenchman couldn't help but snarl at his team mates, he considers as imbiciles. As he was about to puff some smoke out of his mouth, the Australian Sniper placed his hand on the Frenchman, a face of disapproval plastered on his face. He shrugged the bushman off,

"What do you want, bushman? And stop touching me, my suit will get all your filth." Spy said as he brushed his shoulder with his gloved hand. The Australian gave a low grunt,

"Well, 'ave ya seen the boy? He was suppose ta meet me outside." Sniper gave him a knowing look. Spy shrugged,

"Non, mon ami. I 'ave not seen the boy, ever since the ceasefire. I bet is flirting with Mademoiselle Pauling, again. Do you 'ave any plans for this week?" He replied with a challenging look, smirking at Sniper. Sniper gave a glare in return,

"What do ya mean, ya mongrel? Are ya assuming that we are going to have a romantic getaway?!" Sniper snarled at the Frenchman in front of him, Spy gave him a cheeky smile,

"Oh, it's nothing, mon ami. Just go about your day." He said as he rolled his eyes, facing the window again. Sniper decided that it was best for him to leave the Frenchman alone; he continued his way into the kitchen besides the rec room, to get some coffee.

"DAMN IT! YOU ARE A FILTHY CHEAT! YOU ARE NOTHING BUT A ONE-EYED SWINDLER!" The Soldier suddenly accused the drunk and obviously asleep Demoman, he was too drunk to comprehend what was happening, so he decided to doze it off. The American patriot was about to beat the living shit out of Demo, when Engineer walked in. He gave an annoyed look at Soldier, Heavy stepped in, trying to calm the pissed Soldier down.

"I reckon that everyone is doin' well, innit right?" Engineer said as he sat down besides his fire-loving best friend, watching the program flashing through the screen. The Russian bear-man managed to soothe the Soldier down by giving him a talk on American patriotism or something.

A few minutes later, certain swift footsteps were heard, everyone, except for Sniper, cringed.

"Hey, hey, hey! How ya doin' guys?" A fit, Bostonian said as his plopped his ass on the couch between the firebug and hard-hat.

"What is baby doing here?" Heavy inquired. The young man gave him a mocking look, when a fight almost ensues, the German Medic walked in, giving both men a deadly glare.

"Und vhat are ve doing here?" He asked with a monotonous tone. Heavy and Scout ended their "killer stares", breaking some tension in the rec room. The Medic proceeded to the kitchen, probably grabbing a cup of coffee for himself.

Sniper came out from the kitchen, holding a steaming cup of coffee. He sat down besides the drunken Scot, his head resting on playing cards, poker chips and some sort of brownish liquid, which Sniper assumed is Scrumpy.

Scout jogged his way to the Australian, sitting down beside him. He proceeded to stare at the bushman, Sniper noticed this and gave the boy grunt.

"Oi! What do ya want, boy?" He asked as he sipped some coffee. Scout chuckled and wrapped an arm around the older man,

"Well, I thought ya'd rememba our little talk, yesterday." He gave Sniper a cocky look, wiggling his eyebrows in the process. Sniper sighed, rubbing his temples.

"Oh, yeah! I remember, I was lookin' around for ya awhile ago. Did y-…" Sniper stopped in mid sentence.

"Vhat little talk is that, Herr Scout?" Medic walked in on them, both of them stared at the doctor, who sat besides Scout.

"Well, ya know that it's our "week-off, yeah?" He said, the doctor nodded.

"I-I was planning on going to Boston, ya know, visiting Ma and all that. Am I right, Snipes?" Scout stuttered, he nudged Sniper on the chest. Sniper glared at the boy.

"He wanted to go on a road trip, from here to Boston. And he even wanted to-…" He was cut off by Scout, covering his mouth. The Bostonian grinned at the doctor, as if he was caught red-handed. Medic sighed.

"You vanted to go on a road trip…" He shudders.

"Vith us, am I right, Herr Sniper?" He asked, the bushman nodded, biting on Scout's bandaged palm.

"OWWWW! DAMN IT! Ya bit me, ya croc-lover!" Scout shouted as he rubbed his palm. Sniper glared at Scout.

"Well, do ya want to go with us then? It's kinda stupid, though." He asked the doctor, Medic hesitated, he glanced at the other mercs, who in return, gave mixed responses, Pyro and Engie nodded, Spy and Heavy shook their heads, Soldier decided to stay away from this, by poking his sleeping, drunk friend, with his shovel. The Teutonic man gave a long sigh.

"I don't know, Herr Scout… It seems-…" Scout butts in.

"Please come with me, on this road trip, man! I've been planning this thing for a month, and it's even summer! Ya know, we can go out and have fun! I even begged Miss Pauling to let us go, she said that it's fine as long as we don't get killed or kill people! Please, guys! This is playback for all the crap that I did to ya, please?!" Scout pleaded, giving everyone his "puppy-eyed" look. Everyone, excluding Demo, flinched and winced at the sight. Engineer decided to step up.

"Well, I think that it's a mighty fine idea, trottin' around the east side of the States. Give the boy a chance, at least he'll do somethin' good fer us, ain't that right, Scout?" Scout nodded frantically. Engi gave a grin to his team mates.

"Men! Pack yer gear up, we'll go on a road trip!" He proclaimed. All cheered, except for Spy, Heavy and Medic. Demo woke up from his nap.

"Wha?! What ar' we gonna do, lads?" He asked, while looking into an empty bottle of Scrumpy. Soldier pats him on the back.

"Private! We are going on a trek across the beautiful East Coast of the United States! HUTTAH!" Soldier nudged his friend to stand up.

"Men, pack up for this mission! This is going to be a glorious trip! Looking at the beauty of our beloved United States! We'll leave at 0700 hours this evening, with that! TEN HUT! DISMISSED!" Everyone, even Spy, went along with this plan, leaving the rec room. Heavy made his way to his good friend, whose eyes were wide as saucers, behind his spectacles.

"Is doktor fine?" He asked as he placed his large hand on the doctor's shoulder.

"Mein Gött, 7 days, stuck with 8 men, who are notorious killers, driving across the States. Mein freund, ve should pack a lot of medical supplies. Zis is going to be gruesome!" Medic panicked, his Russian friend nodded.

"да, let's go now, doktor." He said as both men rushed to the med bay, praying that nothing deadly will happen on this trip.

Author's Stupid Notes:

Hey yo! I finally started something for the Team Fortress 2 fandom, yay! :D I've been planning on writing this damn thing for 2 years and I finally have the courage to publish it. I don't know if someone had thought of this type of story and had written it, earlier than that of mine, I assure you I have not stolen or swindled any of your idea/s, so please don't kill me! Also, please review! I'd love to see how'd you react with this thing I came up with. If you don't like it, I'll probably take it down, but if you do like, I'll continue posting new chapters. So, with that said, see you on the next update! ~Hanzura