Me Fortress 2, Part 1: Don't Stand so Close to Me
Sector 3 of Dustbowl: the hidden location of the REDs' final HQ. This base was the main control center of the RED's remaining operations, and the last hope of RED surviving this war. A rocket, staring into the sky, awaited its launch. However, no one was in any position of launching it.....
The RED army men were all staring towards the back wall of their control point, each wishing they could turn around and strike their surprise attacker.
The Scout let out a disgruntled sigh. "Man...how did we fall for that? I can't believe we were so stupid that we-",
"Quiet, all of you!", yelled their captor. "One more word from you and the big guy here gets it."
The Scout cringed, in both hatred and guilt. "That bastard...", he thought to himself. "I'm gonna make sure he gets his head blasted in if it's the last thing I do."
The speedy, usually loud-mouthed Scout glanced quietly at his fellow teammates, who were all right in front of him.
Well...almost all of them. The giant, usually fearless Heavy was standing very still behind the rest of his team, waiting nervously in anticipation of what the enemy would do to him.
The leading, usually quick-tempered Soldier began gritting his teeth, knowing that he'd have to hold his anger in if he wanted the Heavy to have any chance for survival.
The skilled, usually drunken Demoman was more sober than he had been in decades (giving him one hell of a hangover). He slowly rotated his sticky launcher, trying to find just the right angle at which he could shoot a grenade to hit the enemy without injuring his gargantuan teammate. But no matter how hard he tried…he simply could not.
The mysterious, usually frightening Pyro had his head held down in the corner, feeling more hopeless and helpless than ever before.
The sly, usually stealthy Spy was now standing in the open, feeling so vulnerable that he could hardly stand it. He was waiting for a chance to cloak himself so he could attack their enemy from behind...but never found the opportunity.
The intelligent, usually happy-go-lucky Engineer stood in the corner, grunting as he shook his wrench up and down angrily. He couldn't come up with a single, solitary idea that could save his team from death, and since he had a knack for solving problems, it was an incredibly rare situation, indeed.
The helpful, usually friendly Medic was strangely calm...and seemed to have already come to terms with the inevitable. In fact, he stood motionless...staring at the wall in front of him. It was impossible to tell what he could have been thinking about. The only thing that his teammates knew was that he was disturbingly silent, staring into nothingness...
And the accurate, usually hiding-in-wait Sniper was, in fact, nowhere to be found...but, as the REDs knew full and well…it was with good reason.
All of the REDs were in a tight spot, helpless to do anything. Soon, the rest of the BLUs would arrive, and tear them all to shreds...
When the Scout thought of this, he gripped his baseball bat tighter and tighter. He wished that he could just rush in and kill that BLU bastard...but he knew that he couldn't. It was an impossible situation…and there was nothing the Scout hated more than that feeling of hopelessness. If only he could sneak up on him…if only his team had found out earlier about the BLUs' plan…
If only he would have realized.....if only.....