"Scout"... I still wonder why they gave me this stupid appelation. I mean, couldn't it have been something like "thunderbolt of death"? Well, I guess my comrades are not that better, talkin' about appelations...

I hurtled out of the spawn faster than the others, as always. That probably was my tenth mission that week, and I still hadn't been injured. That's why I felt incredibly strong, ready to do anything. I had already reached the second control point, while the others were still trudging at the first, and I could already hear the battle cries of the RED team components. I didn't hesitate for a second, and kept going undaunted.

But think 'bout that. All the other members of the team would be capable of hitting me and frickin' knock me out with a single punch in the face, considering the difference between their weight and mine... And yet, I've always managed to survive or win against enemies that were much bigger than me, thanks to my agility that no one else seems to have. You could think "how lucky!"... But no. It's all skill, baby.

Just when I reached the third control point, the one that still needed to be captured, I hid behind a wood wall and breathed quickly. The enemies' voices were getting closer, some of them were probably on the limited area of the control point already, but I didn't mind that.

I gripped my sawed-off shotgun, my loyal primary weapon. Thanks to his being light and handy, it's perfect for running around and hitting enemies. My opponents usually cannot even see who is killing them!

«Aw, c'mon guys! Move it up!» I screamed to my comrades, hoping that they were quickly getting closer.

As it is easy to notice, I'm the youngest in this gang of mercenaries. Actually, I could still be defined "teenager". And this could make think wrong... Yeah, the others, but not me!

I've never minimally regretted undertaking this "career" at such a young age. Action and adrenalin are what I've always looked for, so I couldn't ask for anything better.

I counted to three, then I showed up. I had heard right: the zone was full of RED team components, and almost all of them immediately noticed me. Without minding it, and naturally keeping running, I aimed at a Soldier and fired: missed. I didn't stop and aimed at a Medic: hit in the arm. Then I nearly got hit on the legs by a Sniper's bullet, but it's not easy to hit my legs. I went forward, and I saw someone coming out of the main enemy building: a BLU Engineer.

It did not take me long to realize that it wasn't possible: the other BLU team members were still far behind, and anyway an Engineer should never come this far in the battlefield.

«Spy!» I shouted as loud as I could, before jumping over that fella aiming at his head...

A single shot, and the Engineer miserably fell on the ground, slowly revealing his true identity.

So why would I prefer going back to a peaceful and just too boring life? I mean... I love ma brothers, but with them I can't hope to live like I live now. In a simple life like that the only hobby is playin' baseball... And even though that's extremely funny, I need something more. And this job is perfect!

I landed slipping on the ground, holding a perfect balance, and I continued through the building. No enemies on the way, at the moment.

But, after crossing the thresold on the back, someone appeared in front of me. It wasn't close to me at all, in fact there was an abundant 10-meters distance between us... But this doesn't mean that, at that moment, I was in deep trouble.

It was a RED Heavy, he had seen me and he was already preparing his giant minigun. I was under fire. I was dead.

And if we really wanna talk about the other guys in the team... They're frickin' awesome! I could never give up staying with 'em. We eat, we drink, we laugh... And we cooperate in battle. Sometimes I suspect they occasionally find me annoying. However... What would they do without me? I am the soul of the team! And one of the strongest as well, let's be honest!

It wasn't over yet. I could still make it.

I rummaged in my pockets and pulled out a canned drink: the "Bonk! Atomic Punch". One of my favourites, considering its incredible effects.

«Let's see if you can strafe dis, fatty fat!» I exclaimed, before gulping down the entire drink in a few swallows. An amazing discharge of adrenalin caught me for a few seconds, then I immediately felt ready to go.

I started running towards my enemy at the maximum speed, concentrated and determined, while he started powering his weapon.

Hundreds of bullets came to me... But not even one of them was able to hit me. I don't know if they were bouncing on me or I was just avoiding them, but it didn't matter... The only thing that was mattering was my safety.

I was only able to see the Heavy's perplexed expression, before jumping over him and hitting him with my bat, in the exact moment the drink's effect wore off. My beloved baseball bat... Here's another thing I couldn't give up to.

It should have been a fatal hit, because the enemy miserably fainted and didn't move anymore. So, I ran to the next control point and easily captured it by myself.

«Wohoooooo! In yo faces, RED douchebags!»

This is how my life is: fast. I never linger on details, I don't waste any time, and I can't stand slow and boring things. And that's why I want to use my skills to help the team. It's the most convenient thing for me, and also the funniest! They don't call me "the pest" for nothing! I can infect everyone with my optimism and airiness. I am a model for everybody!

I am the Scout. Fast, whippy and direct, I'm always the first to reach the destination.. And conquer it in the name of my team.