Scout was bored out of his mind. He lazily threw his lucky baseball at the wall, catching it as it bounced off the dry, dusty wood wall. Excitement at 2fort was at an all time low, even more so due to the summer heat. Scout gazed down at the moat separating the two bases. He briefly considered double-jumping into the water to cool himself off, but quickly shook the thought from his mind. One look at the murky green water was enough to make him consider another way to stay cool.
He slumped into the spawn room, pulling a small ice pack from the cabinet and pressed it on his forehead. The moment he closed the door, Medic appeared behind him. "Scout, please do not vaste ze ice packs. zose are for injuries." Medic said, fanning himself with a small medical pamphlet. Scout examined Medic. He had multiple beads of sweat on his brow, his lab coat strewn over his shoulder and his gloves tucked in his pockets. He came to the conclusion that Medic was jealous that he didn't come up with the idea first. Scout grinned and tossed the pack into Medic's open hand. "Boy. It's gotta be, like, a billion degrees out dere. I wish we could just... get away from it all, y'know?" Medic just crossed his arms, examining the ice pack as it slowly melted. "Ah, herr Scout. I vish zat ve could, but ve don't have ze permission to just leave our posts." Scout sighed, and walked down to the dining hall.
The dining hall in 2fort wasn't much. It was just a duplicate of the intelligence room, but with the addition of a fridge and stove. Scout was slightly relieved from the heat as a small breeze blew on him as he walked in. "I guess Engie finally got dat damn air-conditioner ta work again." He thought to himself. He walked up to the table and pulled up a seat. Heavy was sitting at the table by the wall. He was laughing, banging his large fist on the table as Demo and Soldier tried to stop themselves from falling out of their seats, also laughing. "Oh boy, I haven't heard a tale like that one in years" Demo said, wiping a way a tear. Soldier pointed to him, adjusting his helmet with his free hand. "Oh, it gets better! I picked up the scissors, but I couldn't find the bread! And I couldn't just leave the bucket, so I..." Soldier smiled, holding his shovel in a broom like pose. Demo's already big smile widened as what he thought was confirmed. He laughed hard, attracting the attention of Engie. "I can't believe you did!" Demo bellowed, finally giving in to gravity as he fell onto the floor, holding his sides and roaring with laughter. Scout couldn't believe his team was fine with the heat. Heavy's laughter roared as Scout cleared his throat. "So, uh...guys, aren't you guys just...I don't know... bored 'cause of dis ceasefire?"
Heavy looked at Scout, his smile not fading. "Oh, little man. Little heat bother you? Heavy live in snow whole childhood. This heat feel great." Scout fidgeted. "But nothin's even happenin' around here. The BLU team's prably way too hot ta even attack or anythin'. We need ta do somethin'. We need ta...we need ta... " Engie walked in, Pyro following close behind. Pyro held a small pamphlet in his hands.
Engie was holding a small mug containing a strong smelling liquid with foam in one hand, and a rolled up newspaper in the other. His helmet was nowhere to be found. Pyro was reading the colorful pamphlet as he trotted behind. He giggled as he circled certain pictures with a bright red crayon. "What's all this now?" Engie said taking a sip from his mug. "I'm just sayin' dat we outta be out doin' somethin' fun insteada sittin' here bored in our posts. Dose BLUs are probably dyin' from dis heat." Engie put his hand on his chin, contemplating Scout's thoughts. He took another sip, passing his newspaper to Heavy, who began to read it as he took a bite from his sandwich. "You know, It has been feelin' a right bit dull down here. Hell, I wouldn't mind goin' on a lil' vacation."
Scout sat up, delighted with Engie's response. "Dat's da spirit, hard-hat." He turned to the others, holding a page of the newspaper with a mountain ridge on it. "C'mon, fellas! Tink about it. The beauty of nature, da American natural... uh... ting." Soldier sat up at hearing "American". "Hmm, yeah. Seeing the beauty this great nation has given us does seem like it could do you maggots some good. I've always wanted to see the great American whistling trees..." Scout turned to Demo. "An' look at all da breweries we could see along the way." Scout pulled up a map he fished from ththe nearby trash bin. He marked little x's with Pyro's crayon. Demo gasped when he saw a brewery titled "Nessie's bomb beer." Scout looked to Heavy, standing on the table to emphasize his point. "An' just tink. All da different sandwitches da gift shops along da way 'll have!" Heavy stood up, thinking deeply about what he'd just heard. He cheered loudly, picking up Soldier and Demo and putting them on his shoulders. As the three cheered loudly, Pyro handed his pamphlet to Scout like a child showing his mother a drawing. "What's dis?...A water park?" Pyro nodded excitedly. "Yeah, we can go here too." Medic walked in, feeling happy with the cool air. "I'm glad to see you all agree on zis, however, how are ve going to convince Fraulein Pauling to give us ze summer off?" The mercs cheering halted as they realized that they never even considered their work schedule.