The little time off was never enough. It was, once again, going to be another day of blood and death.
He wondered how he could take it constantly. All thoughts were swiped aside as the locomotive transporting him screeched to a sudden halt, announcing that they had arrived at their destination.
The Engineer stepped out of the train into the sweltering heat of the Teufort area, and made ready for battle.
...
"Go go go! Charge!"
"Eat my dust!"
"RUN, COWARDS!"
"FREEEEEEEEEEEEDOM!"
"Let us move."
"Hudda hudda ha!"
"Let's have a go at it!"
"Raus, raus!"
It took a few seconds afterwards until the Engineer had realized the mission had begun, and shook himself back to his senses.
The Engineer silently stalked out a little afterwards with the rest of the crew, and no one had noticed his lack of enthusiasm.
...
He decided to go with a slightly risky opener; going straight for the enemy intel to build a base up early on when this daunting task might still be accomplished. It was likely that enemies would be encountered on the way, so he followed the Demo and the Soldier going down a similiar way toward the BLU base.
"Hold up!" he said, huffing from the exertion a little.
The Soldier was about to say something along his usual angry rants when a hail of bullets suddenly erupted down the water below the bridge.
"Bloody hell!" the only-slightly-drunk-at-the-moment Scotsman yelled while taking a quick sip from his bottle of Degroot rum.
"ATTTACCCK!" was the crazed American's response.
The Soldier then fired a rocket at his feet, blasting himself into the air, and proceeded to rain some down into the waters below at the fat Russian and his German healer. The first rocket popped the medic into the air, which the Demo finished off with a critsticky into the air, while the 2nd through 3rd rockets landing down onto the Heavy below, damaging him severely.
A quick shovel to the face, kick to the gut, and stomp on the ground finished off the large man. Then a rocket blast shot him back up toward the nonchalant Demo but flaggergasted Engineer.
"Nice shot, lad!" the demo said happily.
The display had taken less than 10 seconds, and the Engineer had done nothing save shoot a few pistol rounds aimlessly in the general direction of the enemy Heavy-Medic pair.
...
Not much eventful happened for the rest of the time.
And so the hours flew by; blood, carnage, death everywhere. The Engineer wasn't entirely sure how many times he had died, or killed for that matter.
Metal contacted metal with every hit of the wrench, the Sentry's beeping became a constant that kept him tethered to reality, all else faded away.
At last, the day ended. A stalemate, apparently. Nevertheless, it was over.
He could finally breath freely again. He had survived for another day, cheated death constantly over and over.
Onto the train the Engineer went, he'd arrive and stay back his home and all was well for another few days.
...
The little time off was never enough. It was, once again, going to be another day of blood and death.
He wondered how he could take it constantly. All thoughts were swiped aside as the locomotive transporting him screeched to a sudden halt, announcing that they had arrived at their destination.
The Engineer stepped out of the train into the sweltering heat of the Teufort area, and made ready for battle.
Would it ever end?