"Mission Begins in 60 seconds."
Again, Defend the Dustbowl's Control Points from being captured by the BLU. Like you've done, for the past several years. Nothing you cant handle. Just don't die.
Everyone quickly ran out of the resupply room, eager for the first mission of the day. The engineer then came out, carrying his buildings. I'd decided to walk with him this time again. Me and Engy, we are good friends, almost best friends, i'd say. I don't talk much, but when I do, Engys makes a great conversation partner. Our chats never last long, but they're enough to keep me social, and not a crazed mercenary like a certain "rocket-hopping-simpleton". Of course I do get those occasional small-talks with the other members of RED. Whether it be a comment from Heavy regarding my new flamethrower, or listening to the Demoman's drunken ramblings, those talks don't mean as much to me as the intelligent words of an Engineer. But, by being the only girl on a team of eight other men, you are subject to ridicule, and extreme amounts of sexism. My first year here, I couldn't keep track of how many times each member of the team has stared at me with complete awe, eyeballing every inch of me, getting a good hard look. At first I found it annoying, now it's actually quite flattering. That is, the one time they do that now, they hardly ever notice me anymore. Not that that is a bad thing.
Okay, 30 seconds until the mission begins. Just stick with Engy, and his level three sentry, and you'll be just fine. And here comes the pre-match mixed-bag of emotions. This happens every time, and every time I get ambushed with feelings of adrenaline, fear, excitement, anger, and the one that I never understand the reason I feel it before a battle; sadness, depression. Why? Why should I be sad? I know that answer. I'll just pretend i dont for a little longer. 10 seconds until mission now.
"Y'all ready, li'l salamander?"
Oh, salamander, I get it. Witty.
"Mmmph, Mmph!"
The siren rang, and then gunshots.
I hadn't ran out into the main battle area, where all the action was, but stayed on the control point, with Engy. Suddenly, his sentry made a loud beep, and quickly began to rain a fire of bullets onto the medic and soldier seeking to capture the point. While the sentry was occupied, a Scout had managed to slip past the sentry, and start to capture Control Point A. Immediately, I run up to him, air-blasted him into the air (which makes them look so dumb), and shot him before he could hit the ground.
"Mmmph Mmph Mmph Mmmph, Mm Mmmmph Mmmmph!"
This process had repeated, again and again, for what seemed like hours. Eventually, they were all dead. BLU was all dead. RED had won, again. The trek back to the RED base began soon afterward, with plenty of chatter and boasting about the recent victory. Scout bragged about how many kills he got. Heavy told of his newly found weapon. All of this talk, really was getting to be pretty annoying. It's not that it is not interesting, and it's not that I don't care, but it is simply that these men have no other conversation topics than guns and killing. I too, enjoy shooting, killing, weaponry, and finding weapons, but, when you talk about that year after year after year, it can get quite monotonous. Even Engy, at times can get quite bothersome by going on about his shiny new wrench. So, finally we arrived at the base, and each class went into their own accommodation. I can't prove it, but i'm pretty sure that my room is smaller than everyone else's. Once I got in, I made sure I locked the six locks on the door. Then, when I was definite that there could be no one around to see, I took of my optical mask. I stared at myself in the mirror, like as always. I think I look hotter with my mask on. Yup, for sure. I then collapsed onto my bed, staring up at the burnt ceiling. I remember when I did that, heh heh. Great Birthday. So, getting comfortable, I turned to my left, so I could stare out the window. On days with very clear skies, you could see the BLU base, all the way on the other side of the hill. I couldn't see it then. But I tried, and focused seeing it so hard, until I fell asleep.
On regular occasions, we would be up at 6:00 a.m., to have the Morning Routine Fitness Drills. But on this day, we were all awoken by a siren, very very early in the morning, approximating 2 or 3 a.m. All the mercenaries were told to, "Immediately prepare for battle." Quickly, I hopped out of bed, and hastily put on the flame suit lying on the floor. I ran out to find that everyone was in the truck, to be shipped to the next mission. I was the last one, of course. I ran as fast as possible to the truck, just knowing that all eyes were on me. When I finally got in, there was silence. Complete silence. The entire ride, nothing was said, which was very peculiar, because on regular occasions, everyone would be laughing and joking about how many BLU idiots could they kill today.
The truck stopped, after a few hours, and the Spy, the Heavy, and the Medic stepped out. Something was wrong, it was just the three of them. As the truck drove away, they became smaller and smaller, yet I could see the distinguished shape of three BLU mercenaries.
"Mmmph! Mmmph Mmph!"
They ignored me, as they usually always do.
The truck stopped again, and this time it was the Scout, the Sniper, and the Engineer who left the vehicle. On his way out of the truck, the Engy stopped by me, and gave me a hug. It wasn't as long as I wanted it to be, before I knew it started, it was over. If i was aware he was going to do that, I would have embraced him, my best friend. Then the truck drove away. What is going on ?
The last stop. Three people left. Its just me, the Demoman, and the Soldier. Soldier led the way, into the very small desert ghost town. On almost every building, there was paint on it that read "Mann Co." Before I could try to figure out why that was there, we were greeted by three BLU mercenaries. A heavy, wearing a Ushwaka, an Engineer with peculiar red goggles, and a Pyro. wait, what ?
