The Administrator shifts in her seat. She takes a puff from her cigarette, the only light on her coming from the monitors in front of her.
"We have a problem," Miss Pauling comes in the room.
"What is it?" The Administrator asks, hidden from Miss Pauling's view by the big chair.
"Apparently the police are investigating Medic right now," Miss Pauling replies.
"I wouldn't think Medic would be the one to tip them off. What are they trying to pin him with?"
"Practicing without a license, of all things."
The Administrator cackles, "We'll have to hide him until we can get some papers faked."
"What will the mercenaries do without a medic?"
Getting up, the Administrator walks up to the wall of monitors.
"We'll just have to find a replacement Medic."
"Where are we going to find a replacement Medic on such short notice?" Miss Pauling walks closer, barely being illuminated by the blue light.
"I have an old friend who owes me a favor." The Administrator grabs a post-it note from one of the monitors. "Dr. Klim" is written on it.
-Time skip-
Seven unhappy men and one unknown stand before Miss Pauling.
"Where is Doktor?" the biggest man in the group asks in his thick Russian accent.
Pushing her glasses back up her nose, Miss Pauling replies, "He had something he needed to take care of, so he won't be here for some time."
"Are we expected to fight wisout a medic in ze meantime?" the Frenchman scowls.
"Whatta you care, Spy? Yer always too busy bein' a backstabbin' a-hole to need a medic," the scrawny Bostonian interjects.
"If he does need healin', he just tricks the enemy Doc inta healin' him," the Australian says.
Miss Pauling sighs, thinking A fight between these three is the last thing I want to see right now.
"You're not going without a medic," she smiles. "We've arranged for a temporary replacement."
"Who is it?" the shortest man asks, tipping up his hardhat.
As if on cue, a red headed woman walks into the room and stands next to Miss Pauling. Everything about her seemed to scream how unprepared she was for battle. The Bostonian starts fixing his hair when he sees her.
"Everyone, this is your new medic," Miss Pauling points to the other woman.
"I look forward to working with you all," the ginger smiles.
"Miss Pauling, I do not think you realise that this is a battlefield!" a man yells, his eyes hidden by his M1 helmet.
"Aye, it's no place for a wee lass with no experience," another man agrees, adjusting his eyepatch.
"I can assure you that she is fully capable of this. She wouldn't have been chosen if that wasn't the case." Miss Pauling glances at her watch. "Look, guys, I have to go. She's not going to be here for very long so just try to be nice."
When no one responds, Miss Pauling says, "I'll be back after your next mission." Everyone says good-bye as she leaves. The redhead fidgets a bit. The Bostonian scoots up next to her, trying to look cool.
"Before you ask, the name's Scout," he says. The woman takes a step away from him.
"It's nice to meet you. What are the rest of your names?"
"The name's Engineer, ma'am, but most folks call me Engie," the shortest man doffs his hardhat (in a cute Texan way not in that Brony way).
"Ay'm the Demoman, but ay've been called Demo" the man with the eyepatch says.
"Hrm hrmm hrda," the person in the gas mask sounds.
"That's Pyro," Scout translates. "Be careful around him, he's kinda…" He does the hand sign for crazy.
"As I have served overseas and earned many medals it is only fitting that I be called Soldier!" the man in the M1 helmet proclaims.
"Spy," the Frenchman mutters, taking out a cigarette and lighting it.
"I am Heavy veapons guy," the biggest man says.
"An' I'm Sniper," the Australian fixes his aviator shades.
"Since it'd be kinda weird callin' you Medic, d'ya mind if I call ya sweet cheeks?" Scout asks.
"Actually, I would prefer it if you all just called me L," she replies.
-insert obligatory Death Note reference here-
"So, Miss L," Spy removes his cigarette from his mouth, "do you have any prior battle experience?"
L thinks. "A little."
"How many patients have ya treated?" Sniper asks.
"A… few."
"Do you even know how to use the equipment?" Soldier inquires.
"Yes, I was informed on that before I arrived."
"Who did ye work for before?" Demoman asks.
"Actually, I was working for a geneticist and engineer."
"Is that so?" Engie smiles.
"Forget it," Spy taps his cigarette before putting it back in his mouth. "This will be a waste of time." The masked man starts walking off.
"As much as I hate to agree with Spy, he's right. This'll be a bloody trainwreck." Sniper heads out the door to outside.
"Da," Heavy glares at her before marching off.
"I am going to leave angrily too!" Soldier shouts, starting his own mad walk away.
One by one the rest of the men leave, until only Pyro was left with L. Doing what she assumes is a smile, Pyro offers her some candy. She thanks him and accepts it, thinking, Maybe this won't be so bad.
Thank you so much for reading. I'm referring to Pyro using he pronouns. It's probably going to be edited at some point. Please leave a review and let me know how I'm doing.