A/N: I Love TF2, I played a mean Sniper. So I made a fic about it. Also I will be trying to match the classes accent. Enjoy. Also I do not own TF2 or any of its characters. This goes for the rest of the story.
TF2 Retired
The Engineer had quite enough of this. All this fighting and dying. He was also quite old for this. His reflexes are not as fast as they used to be and he did not have the same amount of energy and charisma when he was 15 years younger. It was about time they retired or find different jobs for the others case. So he quit, told the administrator that he is retiring. She said that you had to have the whole team retire or none due to balancing issues. When he brought this up to the team, most of them agreed and some "disagreed".
"RETIRE? WHAT KIND OF HIPPIES ARE YOU!"
"Soldier, we need to quit, this fighting is getting old and so am I," Engineer told him.
"NO IT IS UN-AMERICAN TO QUIT EVEN IF OLD AGE IS AN ENEMY I WILL CRUSH IT"
"Yo it be betta if we just drug him an get if ova with" Scout said.
(Loud voices and lots of chairs broken)
Right. Disagree is an understatement. More like, you quit and I'll kill you. Anyway, they had to literally not out the soldier, forge his signature on paper and, Voila. They were free.
The Spy however was suspicious. He did not expect quitting was even an option. He thought that the Admin would stop them or kill them. Maybe he was just paranoid. You can't be not paranoid and live long in Tuefort. The Spy thought to himself," It's just paranoia. You can fight it." So they all left, went on a train they got here by and just left. And now they live in civilization... or isolation. These are their lives.
The Sniper (Aka David Mundy)
Back to farmin I guess, eva since Engie decided the time to quit, I needed a job. Like hell io was gonna work for some corporation or fast food joint. So I decided to live with my folks.
"Finally you came to your senses and gave up being a crazed gunman"
"I was not a cra- Neva mind Dad. Anyway I'll be wokin on the crops and livin with ya."
Waking up was not a problem due to the time in Tuefort. Still the sense of a bloody spook did not leave me. I am seein things, like the air shivering, decloaking, and the crackling of the Deadringer. Of course I can't do nothin bout it since all my weapons are stored in the van. My kukri, rifle, and jarate(My pa an I had a very interesting conversation about that). Even though I missed killin those BLU's, I missed peace and quiet even more. Each day is easy, as all I had to do was plant seeds, plow the field, and pick the crops. Nothing compared to bein a marksman. Though I wonder how the rest are doing.
Administrator
While I let those morons go, they will not live. Killing them will not be as easy but won't be as hard either. That spy will have to go first. He is the biggest threat.
"Miss Pauling please come here, I need you to find some mercs to kill off the Red team. They are a liability, if the government catches even a word this happened we will all go to jail. Fail me and jail will be the least of your worries."
"Yes Ma'am."
A/N: Please leave a review or criticism. I Don't know when I will update again. Maybe 3 days to a week. Everyone who reviews can hug the Heavy. He is so huggable :)
