This story is based off of the comic books hinting that RED Spy could be RED Scout's dad. Now before there are any wars in the reviews below, this is set in a rather AU version of the TF2 world, so in this story RED Spy is indeed RED Scout's dad. With that being said, I know someone's going to complain still. Either way in this story, RED Scout was taken by his father and trained to be a Spy.
This first chapter's mostly going to be hinting at past events and such, but I'm not going to take several chapters before the story actually starts to do full scenes of what I'll be describing. This chapter will be the only one before they head off to join RED Team.
Chapter One: Meet the Fortier Family
All was silent in the debriefing room except for the low buzz of the monitor that wouldn't switch on until they'd both arrived. Daniel, who preferred to be called Danny, couldn't help but be a little surprised. How long had it been since the Agency had sent him and his father on a mission together? About a year at this point. Danny was twenty, but his father's training had been rather thorough. Danny Fortier was one of the top spies in the agency.
His father's name was Reule Fortier, one of the few spies that were better than him. As far as Danny knew, the Frenchman had ended up in Boston for some mission and had apparently fallen in love with his mother. Not long after, he'd come back and collected his young son and took him with him. Sometimes they both managed to go visit her, but their work kept them busy. It wasn't often that they even saw each other.
Danny had eight older brothers, though half brothers would be a better word to use. They shared the same mother, but all of his older brothers had looked a lot more like their mother. She was pale and had dark black hair and brown eyes. His older brothers had always been huge brutes with the same hair and eyes. Danny however took after his own father.
He was tall and thin, with a handsome face and still youthful complexion. He was often mistaken for being around sixteen years old or so, and his skin was pale. He also had brown hair, and his eyes were a bright sky blue. His father was a tall and thin man, also pale like his son, and in his forties. His hair was also a dark brown, and he had a slight five o' clock shadow on his face that only apparently seemed to make women think he was more handsome. In fact, they looked so alike that unless one of them had their faces covered it was obvious that they were related by blood.
The Fortier family was feared even here among the agency, which had agents from all over the world. They were known for being ruthless and not shying away from violence at all. They had also never failed a mission they'd been sent on yet, not even Danny who was a lot younger than most of the other agents. There was only one other close to his age, a female. He'd never met her, but she was also supposed to be one of the best.
The door opened again and Danny looked up to see his father walking into the room. His father was a little bit taller than he was, and his eyes were a darker shade of blue. Those critical eyes of his were casting around the room again as they landed on his son. He raised his eyebrow a moment, seeming to be appraising him. Then a smile touched his lips. Danny smiled back as he watched his father cross the room and sit down in the chair beside him.
Danny was dressed in a simple t-shirt and jeans, something you'd see any young man his age in, especially because though he could speak French quite well and pronounced everything very well, he normally spoke in the thick Boston Accent that his mother had always used. His father on the other hand spoke very proper English with an obvious French accent, and he was almost always seen in a suit. Danny had always thought it was kind of cliché, but he'd never dare to say that while his father was around.
The silence continued as the monitor continued to buzz. Reule pulled out one of the cigarette's in his case and lit it, bringing it to his lips. He took in and let out a long drag as Danny just kind of quietly sat in his chair. Danny had never been a smoker, but he was long used to the smell of smoke from his father and wasn't really ever bothered by it. Finally Reule snapped his cigarette case shut and tucked it in his pocket.
"Everyzing has gone smoozly I presume," Reule said. "mon fils?"
"Yeah," Danny replied. "No problem. Dat last mission wasn't much ta talk about."
"Do not get cocky," his father reminded him, eying him a little.
"I know," Danny promised him. His father had always worried about him, even if he didn't always show it. "Neva underestimate da enemy."
Reule nodded as he took another drag on his cigarette, seeming to be satisfied with his response for now. They both looked up as the screen in front of them suddenly came to life and the lights dimmed in the room. A thickly built and sturdy man sat in a chair in front of them as they watched. The man, able to see them from his office, folded his hands in front of him on the desk.
"Fortier," he greeted Reule with a nod, then looking and doing the same to Danny. "Fortier. I assume you realize why you've both been brought here."
"Bit of an importan' job for both of us ta be goin'," Danny said.
"Certainly not zhe usual mission we would expect," Reule agreed. "Zhis is a large operazion is it not, Curator?"
"Indeed it is," the man, the Curator as he was known, said seriously. "We'll be needing all hands on deck with this one. I've already sent Miss. Pauling ahead of you into the operation. You two will also be arriving at separate times and intervals to make sure that we are not suspected."
"Three of da Agency's top agents?" Danny asked, raising his eyebrow in a face reminiscent of his father's. "Who we lookin' at?"
The Curator didn't seem to take offense at his tone or his questions and instead just closed his eyes a moment as if thinking of something. Neither of the spies said anything to interrupt their boss's train of thought as he sat there silently. After a while he opened his eyes.
"The documents should be in the packets you received," the Curator said. Both reached over to the table and pulled over the manilla folders.
Again, Danny was pretty sure he'd seen this in a movie somewhere. He wasn't going to complain at this point though and pulled out the documents. Several pages listing things were in the front, but behind those were several pictures. Danny started flipping through photographs, surprised that a lot of the people in the pictures looked so much alike. What the heck was this? He started reading through the documents as well, and both father and son's eyebrows knit together.
"What is this?" Reule asked. "Mann Co? I have never heard of it, but according to zhis, it ships all around the world. A secret company zhat big?"
"Yeah and look at dis," Danny said, pointing at the various pictures. "Some of these gotta date back at least to da 1800's. Yet all these pictures have similar people in 'em. Talk about look alikes."
"Yes," the Curator said. "All of these pictures look eerily similar. This Mann Co. would normally appear harmless from the outside, even to people like us. However we were contacted from the inside, by someone simply calling themselves BLU Spy. They alerted us to what was going on, and we knew that it wasn't something we could just ignore."
"What is zhe problem with it?" Reule asked.
"This company is at war with itself from the inside," the Curator responded. "And I literally mean at war. Nine man teams with a total of nine classes fight on two 'Teams', RED and BLU. These teams take place in tasks that kill them many times over, only they are somehow 'respawned' and brought back to life to fight again." Both father and son felt their eyebrows shoot up pretty much into their hairline at this.
"Zhat kind of technology exists?" Reule asked.
"Dat's freaky," Danny added.
"There are more strange machines besides," the Curator continued. "Besides the fact that these strange technologies exist, and what it could mean, there are other matters. It seems that both teams have only certain kind of weapons they're allowed to use. There are different tasks, each with certain rules, and at a certain time everyday there is apparently a ceasefire called to avoid 'permanent death'."
"A war with rules?" Danny said. "Sounds more like a sick game to me."
"True," Reule said. "But zhat does not explain why it seems to important."
Danny had to agree. War wasn't pretty, and that meant death and weapons. But Mann Co. appeared to keep to itself and keep its crazy technologies within its own borders. What could possibly have gotten the Agency's attention enough to send three of its best agents there just to check it out? It sounded like something that should have been brought to the attention of someone like the FBI or something, not the international network of spies that they belonged to.
"Well," the Curator continued. "That is where our information gets tricky. The members of these teams are all mercenaries, the kind of people that the world hardly notices and doesn't seem concerned with for long. Besides the fact that this war is just inhumane, none of those people ever leave Mann Co. They eventually do die, eliminated by other forces during this ceasefire time so they do die, and then they're just replaced."
"A neva ending war?" Danny asked.
"Exactly," the Curator said with a nod. "One with a never ending stream of soldiers and weapons. That's our concern. Why would they need this war, or weapons? This BLU Spy that contacted us also alerted us to the fact that the intelligence he has gained warns against bombs that the two sides have amassed."
"Why would zhey need bombs?" Reule asked, frowning thoughtfully.
"We're unsure," the Curator replied. "But apparently there were enough to get his attention and make him contact us. Besides the fact that this company has access to advanced technology, this isn't something that we can overlook. We must discover why these wars are taking place, what they're planning to do with those weapons and destroy Mann Co. if it proves dangerous."
"And that's where we come in," Danny guessed.
He wasn't really surprised. That's what the Agency was for. They sent agents all over the world to get rid of any threats that popped up that couldn't be handled by normal police, other agencies, or governments. Did he consider himself a hero for it? Not really. He wasn't exactly the perfect hero who did no wrong. He definitely had killed people, and some of those people didn't deserve to die but had died because of his actions. He wasn't righteous and hadn't always made the best decisions. But someone had to do the dirty work and clean up. This was the job he had, and it was certainly the job he was going to die doing.
As agents of the Agency, the had many jobs. Sometimes it was infiltration, finding out information, and destroying threats like this one. Other times their jobs were to act as guards and embassies, assassins or simply gather information for others. Only the best spies were allowed to work for this Agency, and retirement wasn't really an option because of the tedious and top secret work they did. That's why it was so rare for people Danny's age to be in this organization, let alone so highly ranked. It was also why the named Fortier was so feared.
"Precisely," the Curator replied. "Daniel, you'll be entering in three days into the position of RED Team's Scout since they need a replacement. Your name will be Danny White, a kid from Boston who joined to help his sick mother. Reule, you will be joining as RED Team's Spy in another week or so because they also need that replacement. Whatever name you give is fine, since they won't expect to hear your life story. Even their Spies keep secrets."
Danny and Reule both nodded. It made sense. They needed to infiltrate the group as well as let their ally on the other team know that they were there to help as well. It wasn't impossible that other spies would be running around and causing trouble, and they needed to appear to be as indiscreet as possible. They'd done this kind of thing numerous times, with and without each other. It was no different from before.
Danny knew that he'd have to make up a more detailed and believable story. The character wouldn't be hard, considering this time he could pretty much just be himself. He could be serious, but mostly he was a prankster. This was certainly going to be difficult, but nothing he hadn't handled before. He was confident that he was ready to face what was coming, even if he wasn't one hundred percent prepared for whatever was coming.
"With a little work," the Curator said with a slight sigh. "we can pull this off and make you two look much like the others. The rest will be up to you, because we'll have little to no contact with those of you on the inside, and only Miss Pauling. We won't be able to contact the two of you easily since you'll be on the front lines."
"We are prepared for zhis," Reule said, and Danny simply added a nod.
"Then godspeed gentlemen," the Curator said. "And good luck."
With that, the monitor shut off again, leaving only the gentle buzzing sound that accompanied the silence in the room. Reule took the last drag on his cigarette and put it out on the ash tray on the end of the table. Both he and Danny silently put away the papers into the folders again and laid them on the table where they had been.
The looks on their faces were mirrored, making them look like father and son a lot more than usual. Slowly Reule dropped the still lightly smoldering cigarette and turned his dark cobalt eyes to look into his son's sky blue ones. A mischievous smile played across Danny's lips as he met his father's gaze, the one he was best known for.
"Looks like we're up again," Danny said in a teasing tone. "old man."
"Indeed," Reule replied, letting a small smile touch his lips as well. "Let us show zhem why zhe name Fortier is so feared."
The two stood and made their way silently out of the room again, their faces in that serious mode that others knew meant they were on the job. Reule tended to be a flirt (though he loved and was still married to Danny's mother) as well as crack jokes. Danny could act rather stupidly at times and pulled pranks all the time. However when they made this face everyone moved out of their way, knowing that the Fortiers were once again on the move.
And that was chapter one. It was more of an introduction and setting up the plot for the rest of this story than anything else. Next chapter will have our Scout joining RED Team for the first time and start our story into the battlefield with RED and BLU.
If you enjoyed feel free to leave a review below to tell me how you think I'm doing on this one so far. This is my first TF2 fan fiction.