Welcome to my newest fic - and I promise to actually finish this one! Promise!
Well, I say 'mine'... It isn't actually fully mine. This is a collab between Red Revolution (CVForums) and I, about our roleplay characters.
Summary:
When the Mann brothers reach an agreement, the mercenary teams of RED and BLU are left in the control of the Administrator. When she decides to switch off the respawn machines, one at a time, then, well, things heat up. This is the story of two mercenaries, a Spy and an Engineer, who are forced into this situation... and very dire results follow.
Oleg Voronov the Engineer belongs to Red.
Alés Rousseau the Spy belongs to me.
The concept of TF2 belongs to Valve.
-Prologue - Phone call-
"Sir? Mr. Mann for you."
"Him? Why- Oh, just give me the phone. Hello?"
"Ah, dear brother."
"What do you want?"
"It depends. What do you want?"
"You know very well what I want."
"Yes. I do. I believe that, after such a long time, I found a loophole in our dear fathers will."
"Really?"
"Yes. Perhaps we could come to an agreement?"
"I suppose we could… What should we do with the… personnel we both hired?"
"… Leave them to the Administrator. Let them be her problem."
"She'll just kill them."
"Just as long as we don't have to pay them. Shall we meet at RED headquarters?"
"Why not BLU?"
"Because it's my loophole, dear brother. Eleven o-clock. I'm sure that the portable Immortality Machine that your Engineer built for you would be satisfactory to get you this far?"
"… Save your insults, Redmond."
"Ten-O-clock, Blutarch. Don't be late."
Click.