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The flash of white was intense as pain danced in her vision. Darkness soon followed as conversation from her two captors trailed off into silence. Unconsciousness slipped over fast, giving her no time to listen as to what they were contemplating. Eventually, waking back into the realm of the living, her eyes hesitantly lifted open to a dark, rumbling interior. The pain in the back of her head becoming less of a priority as fear soon replaced logical thinking. She quickly started to jerk forward to get up out of her lying position, but quickly realized she was bound to an object on the floor. She stopped her fear-induced tugging to hear her surroundings. Sounds of an engine working and a rocking feeling hinted towards the guess that she was in a van. When she tries to speak, only muffled grunts landed on her ears. Gagged. She stopped trying to speak, and finally picked up on two familiar sounding male voices, conversing happily as if nothing was wrong.
"How is the wife and kids? Ya still gonna send your daughter to that university?"
"Yep. Paula is going in to get a doctorate in medicine. I swear, that girl is too smart for her own good."
After about ten more minutes of just usual conversation, the van slowed and parked abruptly, making her and her 'ball-and-chain' slide forward a couple of inches. The van turns off. Both doors open and shut. Light, crunching footsteps are heard going around to the back, creaking of the door latch being lifted from the locking position. Then with sudden shock, desert sunlight poured into every crevice in the van. She slammed her eyelids shut at first, then opens them to a squint. The two men were standing at the entrance, the taller one looking over to the shorter.
"Go warn them of the new shipment. Give them the files, and tell them to brief her when she comes to-"
"Yeah, yeah. I know what ta do."
The short man waddles out of view, leaving the taller one muttering curses under his breath. He turns to enter the back and picks himself up and in. She closes her eyes quickly, and imitates sleep. She feels the top half of her body lifting, her whole body stiff when she realized that she was strapped to a hand-truck. She looks down quickly and notices that she's in a straight jacket, tight enough for her to feel her breathing being affected. She gets pushed out of the truck with a thud, and the taller man jumps out next to her, grabs the handles of the truck, and and starts pushing her around the delivery truck. She was overwhelmed with what she saw.
Two huge barn-like buildings were in the way of the setting sun, turning them into silhouettes. The one nearest to them was a classic brownish-red, and was surrounded by grain silos. The buildings where getting bigger in her vision, when she finally looked down at a back, kinda garage-like door with two people in it, one of them she recognized as the short, portly delivery man. As soon as she made eye contact with the other man, her body shuddered. Something about him was uncomforting. He was a polite looking and clean cut man, but something about his eyes...
"Awright, here she is. Go and git 'er well aquainted with how things are run. We gotta git back ta HQ now, so have a good day, Sir."
"Erm, danke, herr. Have a pleasant trip."
"Whattaya think he's gonna be like? What if he's biggah and more muscle-y than fat ass ovah there?"
"I do 'ave to admit, zat would be intimidating..."
"But I am Heavy Weapons Guy! Why we need two?"
"Or wot if he's all scrawny an' angsty like boyo o'er there?"
"Oi! It's kinda hard tah be bloody 'happy-go-lucky' when ya sittin' in a hot cramped room, waitin' for some unlucky wanka to come prancing along-"
"THAT IS NOT THE POINT, MAGGOT! ALL I WANT IS FOR HIM TO BE BE BATTLE READY ASAP, SO WE CAN KICK IT TO THE BLUs!"
"Ah'm jus wonderin' why he didn't come by train..."
"Mm hmmpe hm mmks tm plmy chmkmrs."
Of course, something of this magnitude caught all the mercenary's attentions, and caused them to flock in the mess hall to converse on the new class being introduced. Everyone loved to throw their 'two cents' into it, except for the Spy, who usually got entertainment from standing back and watching how events commenced. Spy had to admit, though, this new mercenary was an enigma even to himself, which made him a little fustrated. He would be damned to have anybody know his true feelings on this matter, though.
Deep in his own thoughts, and everybody being caught up in the inevitable argument that happens every time in a group conversation, didn't realize Medic waltzing into the mess hall, clad from the belt up in his sweater-vest and dress shirt, wringing a wash rag in his hands. The Doctor's frosty eyes scan the mass in the room, and from doing so, one of his eyebrows raise. These dummkopfs are already irritating, and he's been in the room less than a minute!
Quietly and politely as possible, he tries to grab their attention by clearing his throat.
"YOU BETTER SIT DOWN, KANGAROO JACK, BEFORE I BLOW YOUR LEGS OFF AND MAKE YOU INTO A STUBBY FREAK-A-NATURE!"
"Quit ya barkin' at me, or I'll blow your head off and your helmet 'ill become a noice bowl for ya brains!"
Apparently, that didn't work. Sometimes, you have to fight fire with even more burny, hot, angry, stupid fire...
"JEDER, RUHIG BITTE!"
Everyone's attentions quickly focus on the doctor standing at the head of the table, whose face is glowing with fury. As soon as they make eye contact, each one of them try to break it by averting their eyes and looking somewhere else. Everyone, except for the thick-skulled Scout who decided to release his question into the open. "So, uh Doc, what's the new guy like?"
Like a magnet draws metal to itself, all eyes break from their previous locations and focus on Medic with the same deadly curiosity. Medic calms down a little and re-scans his teammates. Things where so silent, that even Pyro's respirator on his mask could be heard.
The Doctor takes a second to recompose himself, and clears his throat again. "Actually, Herr Scout, sie ist ein frau."
"The hell does that mean?"
Heavy, who is the only other one on the team who understands German from years of hanging around Medic, spoke up with surpise in his voice. "Doktor says leetle man is actually... woman."
After these words were uttered, a loud bang, crash, and shattered glass sounded through the base, sounding like it came from the Infirmary. Everyone hopped-to and ran in the direction of the noise.
CLIFFHANGER! Hope you stay tuned, I'll have another chapter pumped out soon, so in the mean time, you can, like, reread this. Or something.