Usually a fight between RED and BLU would begin at this time of day. However, all nine mercenaries from the RED team were being transported in a limo to a new location. They were informed to dress in suits provided to them then prepare to leave for the evening. Confused and obligated, the crew did as instructed. None of them knew the reason why and were questioning and theorizing with each other.
"It's about time we got something for all the hahd work we do," said Scout.
"Ye pure think we will be rewarded efter that muckle dustbowl loss yesterday?" said Demoman, surprisingly sober.
"If zis eez punishmont, perhaps we should do badly more often, oui?" said Spy, enjoying the refreshments in the back of the limo.
"Demoman ees right. Ve messed up beeg time," said Heavy.
Just then the phone in the back of the limo began to ring. The mercenaries all seemed to know who it was and no one was in the mood to get yelled at for their performance.
Scout's hand shot up to his face, "Nose goes! I ain't answerin' that."
Pyro and Soldier grabbed their faces too. Engineer sighed and grabbed the portable phone.
"Hello, ma'am," said Engineer. He began to wince and moved the phone further from his ear. Yelling could be heard by everyone.
When Engineer returned the phone to his ear he said, "Can do," then pushed a button on the phone and held it out in front of him.
"I am very disappointed in ALL of you, but ESPECIALLY you, Soldier," the Administrator's voice on speaker phone penetrated the silence in the limo.
Soldier pointed to his chest and mouthed 'me?' Everyone shrugged in response.
"To make up for the amount of money lost, this team will be working in Mann Co.'s newest division under Mr. Hale's instruction until further notice," said the Administrator. There was a click and all was quiet for the rest of the ride.
When the limo reached its destination all nine men flooded out. Someone had let one loose in the vehicle and had refused to own up to it.
"Awh man, that's gross!" said Scout, the first to get out of the car.
"What are you, six?" asked Sniper. The rest of the men nodded in agreement.
Saxton Hale stood by the limo, wearing trousers and a white dress shirt for once in his life.
"Ahhhh~ That's the stench of progress. Welcome, men! You will be working in Mann Co.'s first bar. I know you will be successful in making me the third richest man in the world because if you don't you will be answering to me when I get back from fighting that yeti in Australia," said Saxton, walking toward the doors.
The outside of the bar was a beautiful, brand-spankin'-new brick building. The sign above the door read Mann Co. Bar. Simple and to the point, completely like Saxton Hale. Engineer noticed that next door was a hotel. He decided to hold his question about the bar's location until after the tour.
Saxton's two man-servants held the doors for the crew as they entered.
The inside was furnished and decorated quite swankily. There was a little stage, VIP booths, chairs, a foosball table, and a bar complete with all sorts of fancy alcoholic liquid. T'was the fanciest bar the mercs had laid eyes on.
Saxton talked nonstop for twenty minutes, checked his watch, then said his private jet was leaving for Australia in two minutes. He tossed the keys to Pyro and left.
No time for questions and answers with Mr. Hale.
Note: What do you guys think? Should I continue? I think I'm going to tell the rest of this in nine separate parts