A young man, known only by his last name, Woods, is brand new to the Reliable Excavators and Demolitionists, or the RED's. The bus ride had seemed endless. It had taken this bus about… five, maybe six hours to get here. He had started to doze off when the bus driver called: "Teufort!"

Woods immediately snapped awake and took ahold of his two bags. He hoisted them up, which required a bit of muscle, considering how heavy they were. He pushed through seat fulls of people, making sure to be careful with his bags. He stepped carefully off of the bus and stood his ground on the dirt below. The bus doors started to close, before a German accent yelled.

"Vait!"

Woods jumped at the sudden sound, and watched as another man, who looked to be a few years older than him clamber through the seats of people, occasionally letting out a 'Sorry!', 'Excuse me!', 'Pardon me!'

At one point, the man stumbled, hitting the ground hard, and sending his bags tumbling down the stairs. Woods let go of his own bags and took the other man's and handed them to the other man, once he'd gotten off the bus. Woods noticed that he had a small limp.

"Here you go," he said. The man looked at him, a bit unsure. He slowly reached out and took his bags. He looked at the ground, then at the bags, and then at Woods again.

"Um, zhank you." he replied.

"Are you alright?" Woods asked, a small hint of worry tinting his voice "You fell pretty hard there."

"Ja… Ja I'm okay." the man replied, while adjusting his glasses. After a minute or two, he placed both of his bags on the ground and held out one hand.

"I'm Kurt." he said, sounding a bit nervous. Woods looked at him for a second, then took his hand and shook it "I'm Woods."

"Is zhat your last name?"

"Yes, as a matter of fact it is."

"Vhat's your first name?"

"I don't like to say. I've been called by my last name my whole life, It'd take me a while to get used to being called by my real name."

"Oh. I see." Kurt replied with a small nod. The two stood there in silence for another minute or two before simultaneously lifting their bags and walking inside, bantering back and forth.

The first other person the two saw was a man in a red suit and mask, who looked to be about Kurt's age. He looked over at the two men and smiled welcomingly. He walked towards the two men.

"Bonjour," he greeted, giving a small bow. "You must be zhe new recruits."

"Umm, yes." Kurt said, placing a hand on the back of his head nervously.

The frenchman held out his hand like Kurt had done. "Welcome. My name is Mason, I'm the Spy here on the RED Team."

Kurt shook the man's hand "I'm Kurt, and uhh," Kurt pointed to Woods "Zhat is Voods."

"Hello, Kurt. Hello, Woods." Mason greeted again, now shaking Woods's hand "Allow me to show you around."