Chapter One: A Seasoned Professional
It was finally recruitment day at the Outskirts Training facility. Each new Mercenary that had completed their class training and passed the necessary field tests were now eligible to be taken on by one of the two rival teams. Now faced with a sudden goodbye for those they had known during their time at the facility, each young Mercenary would be inducted to either the Red or the Blu... turning friends that had been known for years into bitter adversaries for the rest of their lives.
The story went no differently for Elisa, who had completed the basic class training and tests required to become a Medic. She stood with the other fresh Mercenaries as they waited to be sectioned off between the teams. The cease-fire that was used for the recruitment was fragile, as Reds and Blus shot glares and muttered death-threats to one another as they made their selections. Tension would be high until the recruitment was over.
A young Sniper Elisa had known and trained alongside for years was now being hand-picked by an experienced Sniper from the Red. Said he liked the light in his eye, and that was reason enough to take him under his wing. The sharp-shooter Elisa had come to know so well muttered a rushed goodbye to her as he slunk off with his new mentor. Shortly after, It was Elisa's turn to be put into her place.
A well seasoned Medic from the Blu had approached her quietly. Checking her from top to bottom as she gave her one time friend a final parting glance. It wasn't long until he decided that a hands-on approach was the best way to know for sure if the young Doctor was the one he was seeking to assist him in his work.
"Frau." He spoke up sharply to gain her attention as he stepped closer. "Your hands- might I see zhem for a moment?"
Unsure of what this Medic was looking to find, Elisa complied with his wishes. Putting both her hands forward to allow him to study them. In return, she watched for the slightest change in his demeanor. The way he moved showed many years of practice, and the firmness of his grip let her know that he wouldn't be bothered much in his studies if she tried to pull away.
"Hmmm... petite, yet steady. Frau, hold on to mine wrist as if I vere a patient brought to you from zhe training. Zhere is a fracture in zhe Radius three inches below zhe wrist." His scenario was met with instinct. The visualizations were sharp in her mind, and this made it clear what had to be done. Her grasp was firm and quick around where the elder Medic's Ulna rested, putting a gentle pressure against either side of the Radius with her fingers. Her other hand forcefully straightened his wrist to prevent muscle strain from interfering with the illeged injury.
"Zhat's gut. Zhe reactions vere instantaneous..." He muttered quietly to himself as he continued to observe the changed grip. Realizing shortly after that she already had a finger on his pulse. "... Ja. You vill do nicely, Frau. Follow me- und velcome to zhe Blu."
With this, Elisa was led away by the older German toward the boarding area. The transports on each side were done up with the corrisponding colors to the team that owned them, making it easy to tell which ones would be the possible transportation she would be boarding. It didn't take her new Medic long to single one of the Blu transports out, and he allowed her to step up and into the bus-like vehicle first.