Chapter One: Yesterday's Memory
This room always feels cramped. How many of us are here? One, two, three... eight, NINE?! All nine of us are here for today's mission? Must be something important...
"Mission begins in thirty seconds!" The Announcer calls through the intercom. Who was she? Doesn't matter, we're getting paid. "Mission begins in five, four, three, two, ONE!"
We all rush out screaming our war cries. My voice is unheard though.
"LEFT FACE!" the Soldier is calling out directions again... he's not the brightest bulb in the shed. I watch for a moment as he rocket jumps up onto a small ledge. He's off the handle again...
"Zat man vill be ze the death of us some day," the Medic sighs as he runs off with the large bear of a man. Those two always stay together, sometimes he follows me closely, he knows I bring much torture to the enemy while keeping him safe for a while. Just the other day we were on a short mission, three of us, me, the Medic, and that drunk Demoman.
That mission was simple enough, capture the enemy intelligence. Three men for the job, any more would have made it difficult. The Demoman went off to guard our suitcase, the Medic and I rushed off to get theirs. We snuck in, no easy job for two men, me in a flame retardant suit and a crazed man in a doctor's coat stained with some dried blood. We hadn't seen hide nor hair of the other team, this worried me...
We were close to the intelligence room, Medic had that Medi-gun of his charged, it crackled from the charge. He looked at the way I motioned, he understood, they all could understand me even if I couldn't be heard through this gas mask. The Medic put away his Medi-gun for now, he was a quick draw with it, if need be for it's charge. We crept slowly and listened around, no beep, no enemy Engineer. No senseless rant, no Soldier defending. No whirring, so no Heavy... no mumble, not another Pyro. No team in their right mind would have a Medic defending... So that leaves Scout, Spy, Demoman, and Sniper. Would they have four defending? Scout would be too energetic, he'd be running for our suitcase. Sniper would be camping waiting for us, he'll pose a threat in a while. Spy can be anywhere... The enemy Demo would be drunk too.
I held my flamethrower tight, gave a quick signal to the Medic to watch his back and wait a second, I moved forward, listening was difficult, but I couldn't hear anything around. Then I heard it.
CLICK! The sound resonated throughout the room. A Spy was defending, smart choice catch us off guard if it were another here. I called the Medic over, lightly dousing the air around him with flames. I gave him a quick sign of "being careful." He walked close knowing my flamethrower will take care of the Spy if he pops around a corner.
I grabbed the suitcase, made a quick makeshift backpack out of it to make it easier to bring back to base. We started heading out slowly, then we saw him. Spy, he ran when he saw me, but he wasn't cloaking, not a good sign... I pulled out my shotgun and started shooting, a few pellets hitting him and slowing his escape momentarily. A signal to the Medic, letting him know that we may be walking into a trap, he nodded and was ready with the Medi-gun. We rounded the corner and there was the Demo with the Spy, flicking a cigarette in our direction.
"KABOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!" the Demoman cried out. The loud sizzle of Medic's Über-Charge resonating after the Demo's war cry. I laughed maniacally feeling the surge of the Medi-gun's charge flowing between me and the Medic. Time to go to work, I rushed forward and burned the drunk to a crisp, easy task seeing as he sweats alcohol. The Spy took a burn and fled, I heard that new watch of his going off, the flames are out now. I should find that Sniper before we have to cross the wide open crossroad.
We rushed up to the Sniper's deck, the Charge running out with a distinct sizzle. There he was, sitting low his rifle barely sticking out the window, hard to catch if you were on the other side. We crept up the last bit to be near him. I gave the Medic the okay sign, he gave that maniacal grin of his. He pulled out that needle-tipped saw of his, menacing, truly menacing. He gave a small brush at the bottom of his coat, carefully steadied his arm to hit his mark.
"Gaaaahhhhh!!!" the Sniper was down. We ran across the crossroad and made it back to our base. Job well done, no major set backs.
"Very good!" the Announcer called through the intercom. Well at least we got a small bonus for that day's mission.
A/N Well this is my first story, so I invite heavy criticism. Please tell me what you like, what you don't like, and what I can do to make it better for you. So I hope you all enjoyed it.