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Chapter 1

"Dummkopf!" yelled the angry German as he hit the backside of the Aussie's head.

"Oi! Wot was that for?" Sniper yelled back and glared at him while fixing his hat.

"Ve are in zee vrong base if you haven't noticed!" shouted the Medic as he pointed to the abandoned old town with his gloved finger.

"Well it ain't my fault we're in Coal Town. If that over hyperactive bunny haven't jumping around all over the bloody place, maybe we'll still be on the right road!" shifting the blame onto the young Bostonian who was stretching his skinny legs after the long ride.

"Hey, hey, hey! What are ya blaming me for?" exclaimed Scout defensively with his arms waving in front of him. "The fatty over here was chasing me for a lousy sandwich!"

"Little man stole my sandvich!" complained the large Russian to the Medic while bearing his teeth at Scout.

"You had, like, frikin' ten of 'em, and you ate the other nine," said Scout as he rolled his eyes in disgust.

"But Medic made it for ME!"

"Ye, and it tasted real good too."

"GAAAAAH!" screamed Heavy and once again, started chasing Scout in circles.

"Schweinhunds! Stop zis at once!" scolded the Medic as he joined in the chase without knowing.

Sniper heaved a sigh, and took a seat on some old dusty crates next to the Engineer who was calmly watching the other three running in circles. The Australian took a look around the old base, surrounded completely by the hot sunny desert. There were no trees or any greens for miles, not even bits of dried up grass dead on the ground. Just the dusty ground with pebbles of any size here and there, and many bales of hay. He soon spotted a small stable buck near the piles of hay leaning on it for support.

"Well that explains for all this hay lying around," thought Sniper to himself.

The Texan, who was leaning his arm on some empty barrels, began to laugh and slapped his knee. He calmed down after a few minutes and turn to Sniper with a huge grin on his face.

"Mah, don't they act like headless chickens runnin' in panic?" said Engineer and gave a little chuckle.

Sniper gave a slight single nod and pulled down his favorite hat down, almost covering his line of sight. He was embarrassed of his teammates, even though no one else was watching or around.

"Lighten up buddy,' said Engineer as he put his single gloved hand on Sniper's shoulder. "We still got two more days until we go into battle again."

"At least the Announcer was kind enough to give us a one day break," Sniper said with a hint of relief in his voice. He needed the break, even if it didn't last as long as he wanted. He was too impatient for his contract to end, which was another three months, but at least they paid him handsomely. "But I'm worried about the others..."

"They'll be fine Snipe, the Blues won't know the five of us took the wrong road. Besides, the four of them can take care or themselves. The only thing we gotta worry about is Soldier," said Engineer with a shudder as he unconsciously rubbed his left ear gently.

Sniper barely pushed his orange tainted sunglasses upward to pinch the bridge of his nose and said wearily, "Moi ears can't take much more of his voice, he has lungs of steel."

Engineer gave a soft chuckle before replying," I couldn't agree with you more, son. But Soldier chewin' us out for arriving late will have to wait, we got bigger problems."

"Right," Sniper agreed, "we're out of gas and stuck in the middle of nowhere."

"And this place looks pretty darn run-down, and it might collapse at any goddamn second."

Sniper took another look around, ignoring the brawl between the other three, where Medic was pulling hard on Heavy's ear meanwhile putting a tight headlock on Scout who was kicking around furiously. The wooden buildings, all pale and brown fading with a few splits of wood peeling. And the staircases leading up to these old buildings are bent down as if someone were standing there, not moving for a very long time. Not to mention, a sign with smudged unreadable words saying, "HALE'S COAL TOWN", and that was pretty much the only legible words. But in the far distance, there is a huge blue lump. He squinted, allowing his hawk-eye to see further than normally, but suddenly something tackled him. Sniper was thrown onto the sun-baked ground, along with the obnoxious Scout.

"Holy Dooley!" Sniper yelled loudly as his back hit the ground with a huge impact with Scout spread on top of him. First instinct for Sniper was to kick Scout off of him to relieve himself from such an awkward position for two men to be in. His heel, then his whole foot implanted onto Scout's stomach knocking the wind right out of Scout's mouth and sent him flying onto the Medic standing nearby. The Medic managed to dodge the incoming Scout by a few centimeters and Scout soon met the ground once more, and landed with a loud thud on his butt.

The Engineer cleverly avoided this whole scenario by standing back, behind a stack of golden yellow hay. He strode over to the Australian who's leg was up in the air and helped him back up on his feet as Heavy was towering over Scout, but roaring with laughter.

"Thanks mate," thanking Engineer who helped pulled him up from the rough ground.

"No problem pardner, and you had quite a fall there," commented Engineer, " does your back hurt?"

"Yeah," replied Sniper as he rubbed his sore back with the palm of his hand, "it will take some time, especially at this age."

"Good to hear that your alright," grinned Engineer softly, "easy to break a thing or two."

"You got that right..." said Sniper as he turned his head away from the Southerner to the moaning Scout.

"Aw jeez! My bum, I think it's cracked!" whined Scout, in a fetal position while rocking side to side slowly and holding his butt in agony.

Medic shook his head in disappointment and said, "Zat's is vhat you get."

"Ho ho!" giggled the Heavy gleefully in delight.

"And you!" barked Medic as he turned on his heels to face the Russian giant. "Zose sandviches vere for ze vhole group! Now everyone else is starving except you!"

The massive man cowered before the tomato-faced German, and Heavy could almost see the steam coming out of Medics' ears. He didn't dare to say he was hungry again, fearing his favorite teammate would take out his bone saw and cut him up into pieces of Russian mutton.

"Then I'll whip up something for ya'll," said the Texan, stepping in between Medic and Heavy. "How does barbecue sound fellas?"

Instantly, Scout jumped over right over to Engineer, forgetting all about the aching pain in his buttocks. Scout loved Engineer's grilled meat, it went great with sugary soda, such as Atomic Punch. Putting one bandaged arm over Engineers' shoulders and the other poking him in his left arm.

"Gunna make those patties, right Hard-Hat?" said Scout in his best smooth persuasive voice.

Sniper left the others to the camper van, hearing Engineer and the others discuss their dinner plans. He wanted to check if he had any spare gasoline he had long forgotten, but the chances were slim but worth a shot. Sauntering through the alley ways and between the wooden buildings, he was passing many identical crates. Sniper wasn't aware of it first, until he saw one of the crates opened with an arm sticking out on the top and gleaming in the sunlight. This startled him, and he pulled out his kukri swiftly from his sheath that was strapped to his side and posed in an defense stance. The Aussie had developed this instinct overtime, thanks to the Blue Spy, and was no stranger to surprise attacks. Sniper carried his kukri wherever he went, even in his own cozy camper van.

Realizing he was in no danger, he slowly sheathed his kukri once more and gingerly crept closely to the projecting arm. It was gray, skinny, and robotic like.

"Whew, good. It's not a human arm," observing Sniper with his sharp light blue eyes.

He started to rummage through the opened crate, and found even more gray machine parts. This time it was a few fingers, rusty gears, a leg wearing an awfully familiar Demo boot, and Sniper picked up a almost round shaped part and dropped it in shock. His jaw fell down as he took a step back away from the object. It was a head. His head.