If it's not for the car ride with the air cooling working, both you and the woman beside you would be grilled under the sun outside. The said woman adjusted her glasses that had fall to her nose, keeping her eyes to the papers in her other hand. You? You are actually keeping yourself comfortable, watching the road passing by. From tall buildings to hills. Just occasional houses or buildings after few kilometer, other than that hills and fields are present.

The sound of the chauffeur coughing pulls you back to your sense. The woman beside you seems done analyzing the papers and put them back into her hand bag. You know her as Miss Pauling, the one who interviewed and giving you trial a month ago, "All papers have been signed and the contract has got an approval. You're officially joining us now," says her with collected voice. You look at her, acknowledging what she has said. She continues, "Everyone has been informed about your arrival today. You will meet them as soon as we arrived in… any second," she looks at the watch on her wrist.

Your eyebrows raise on her words, you are about to ask her about it when you feel the road under you not as smooth as it used to be. As you look out of the front window, you can see that the driver has took them out of the main road and entering a rather rocky road between two hills. Rather obvious fake bushes appeared after the car passed it and another obvious camouflage curtain rolls down as well. You are quite taken aback at the sight and look back to Miss Pauling, and the chauffeur as well, "Uhm…" your eyebrows knit together as you point at the sight after you, though both of them don't seem bothered. Somehow. You are quite unsure how to feel about it so you keep quiet.

Both of you, except the chauffeur, exit the car. You sling your big sling-bag on your shoulder and grip the briefcase with your right hand, then catch up with Ms. Pauling… and other who have been waiting for you. The other is a group of nine men wearing their red characterized uniform. Some look at you curiously, some with anticipation, and some unreadable. Welp.

"Guys, meet the 'Assistant'," says Miss Pauling as her hand and head move in sync to your direction, introducing you to the men. You still couldn't get use to the name of 'Assistant' though eventually you would, you note to yourself, smiling at the men as you bow your head for a couple of seconds, "Please to make your acquaintance everyone. I am the 'Assistant' and will assist you the best I can."

"That sounds like a pun joke. No offense," says one of the men suddenly. He is wearing a hat and has dog tags necklace. He eyes you curiously and yet also skeptical. Seems the most younger in the group, you think to yourself. The young man continues, "What are they supposed to do actually on the field? I mean… assisting. We DO assist each other ya know? Sometimes. So, what makes this class different?"

He got a point.

Miss Pauling pushes strands of her hair from blocking her view, taking the place to answer the man, "Assistant will work the same like the Medic, assisting him on healing. Though, they have different instrument to use on the field."

One of the men, who you assume is the Medic (with his obvious outfit and medical cross logo on his sleeves), perks up when he heard his class was getting mentioned. His eyes glinting with surprise then turning his attention to you. You bow your head once more at him, "Please take care of me."

"How interesting," you turn your attention to the voice. It belongs to a masked tall man in suit. Thick accent rolls on his words. Probably French, "It seems we will be having two medics in zhe team."

Miss Pauling nods her head, "Basically, Spy. Administrator thought that the use of more health supporter will increase the team's performance…" and entertainment.

"What? Does she think our performance is not good enough? That she thought we couldn't assist our own ass?" the previous man with dog tags spat his words out with irritation. He glares at you, which you reply with tight lipped mouth and 'welp' expression.

"Not exactly like that, Scout," the said man, who you know as Scout now, looks back to the glasses woman, "We are running a test on this new equipment developed by the company as well as the class itself. We wonder if it will be effective on the battlefield."

Scout seems still skeptical with her answer as he looks like he is going to voice another protest when the masked man, Spy, cut him with a question of his own, "What kind of weapon, mademoiselle Pauling?" now with a hint of curiosity and amusement in his clear grey-ish blue eyes.

"Assistant will show you the new instrument after I leave and explain exactly what they will do—" answers Miss Pauling, "—which I'm actually leaving now."

"Oh shoot! Won't you stay a bit longer, Miss Pauling, and have dinner with us, me alone if you want, I won't refuse ya know?" asks Spy with a hopeful grin as he follows after Miss Pauling toward the car. You are left alone with the rest of the men, watching Scout seemingly trying to woo the busy woman.

"Assistant."

You turn your head and meet with a pair of googles; the man who had just called you is wearing a google and safety helmet. He is smiling as he offer his open hand, "I'm the Engineer. It's a nice feeling ta have a new person joining this group. Just come to me when you need a help on engineering," he chuckles. You smiles at him and accept his hand, "The pleasure is all mine, Sir Engineer. I will make sure come for your service."

Engineer chuckles at your response then end the handshake. A big man steps in. He has fierce look as he offers his hand for a handshake as well, "I'm Heavy Weapons Guy. I fire big gun."

"That is nice. I would surely look forward to assist you in the future, Sir Heavy Weapon Guy," says you while firmly shake his hand. Surprisingly his hold is gentle, despite his rough appearance. His words also covered by thick European accent. Everyone has accent it seems.

"Just Heavy is fine," Heavy adds as he release your hand.

"Noted, Heavy."

Then one by one the others introduce themselves to you eventually, including Scout who is 'left' behind by Miss Pauling, "The name's Scout. Not sure what ya do, but as long as it doesn't get in ma way, all's good."

You show him a small grin, "I assure you I won't."

After you release hand with Scout, a rather tight bone crushing hug embraces you. You are taken aback and try not to fall back, which is a success. The smell of gasoline and burn poke your smelling nerves. It is kind of overwhelming. You could only pat the back of the individual before they're letting you go. They are wearing a gas mask and fire symbol is patched onto both of their sleeves.

"This is Pyro. He is our Pyrotechnic in the group; he's a chill dude," Engineer steps in as he introduces the man with a pat on his shoulder. Pyro nods his head happily while showing you a thumb up, "Hrrrrree!"

"He said 'hello'," Engineer steps in to help you translate.

Oh, "Hello, Sir Pyro. I'll be looking forward to work with you on the field."

Pyro moves his hands and shaking his head, "Mmhhrr mhhhr hudda mmmh!"

"He said just call him Pyro."

Oh, "Alright, Pyro!"

After all of those introductions, you are led into inside the building where you show them the new instrument Miss Pauling had mentioned before. All of you are gathering inside a room that you assume as a meeting room. There is a black board with long desk and chairs line up, and every men had occupied the chairs as you stand, showing the thing on the front. A sniper rifle.

"What? This the new stuff they're talking about? Looks like Snipe's rifle but more advanced looking. And how do you suppose to heal us? Ending our life faster when we're dying? Pffftt," Scout crossed his hands on his chest as he leans against the chair. Sniper glares at Scout through his glasses under his safari hat at the mention of his rifle.

Soft laughter escapes your lips, "There's always that option hanging in the air I suppose."

Scout shots you a frown and 'what the hell' look your way which you shrug, "But no."

You produce a box of ammunition with liquid inside visible. The shape of the bullet is round like a paint ball; the liquid itself is sizzling, "These are called biotic bullets. It contains healing substance and it will penetrate the liquid inside when it comes in contact with you," you pull out one of them and show it to the men, "You will only feel a little sting and getting back your energy, I assure you," you add before someone asking. Precaution.

"I was about ta ask that," Engineer remarks with a grin. You gun finger him with a wink and small grin, "Gotcha."

You load the bullet into the rifle chamber, rotate the bolt handle down, pressing against the resistance as the lugs locked up firmly and the bolt cocked on closing. Shouldering the weapon, you target Engineer who flinches and jumps out of his chair when you fire. The other men are in shock, especially Scout, "WHAT THE FUCK?"

Engineer who has his arms brought up to shield himself open his closes eyes and peek over. He can feel a vague sting on his right arm and a rather strange burst energy within him. The same feeling when Medic used his Medi Gun on him, "W-what—?"

"My apologize for my rude performance, though my intension was only to show how it works. As you can feel, little sting and sudden energy," says you, lowering the weapon down onto the table. You realize that the men are kind of gawking at you. Must be thinking that you are impulsive. Which is not false, said you in your mind.

After a while, Medic breaks the silence, "Wunderbar!"