Author's note: Sorry for such a short first chapter. I meant for it to be a sort of "Test" to see how you guys liked a sample of my writing. After receiving positive news, I decided to continue with The Newcomer. Hope you enjoy.

Red suit. Red mask. It was none other than a Spy. He held himself in such a way as to exude confidence and professionalism. A lit cigarette dangled loosely from his lips. The masked man brought one hand up and took the cigarette away, flicking it to the ground before suffocating it with the heel of his shoe. He cleared his throat before saying, "Gentlemen." It was more of a statement than anything, as if he was merely acknowledging the presence of the others.

Medic stepped forward and made a small gulp. "Yes, er, you are zhe new teammate?" He said, unsure of what else to say. "Indeed." The Spy said, giving Medic a look that said 'Obviously'. "Vell zhen, I vill have to show you around." The Spy swept his arm out, a go ahead gesture.

Medic nodded and said, "Zhis is zhe team, Demoman," With that said, a black, Scottish Cyclops rose his hand in acknowledgement. "Zhe Heavy," The heavy weapons guy gave a small smile and a wave. "Zhe Sniper," A lanky looking Australian tipped his hat towards the Spy. "Zhe Pyro," Somebody clad in a fireproof looking suit clapped his hands and giggled, seeming to anybody other than RED team as a very childish and not dangerous person. "Zhe Scout," The young Bostonian gave a cocky grin and tipped his chin up. "Zhe Soldier," A gruff looking man snapped to attention, giving a tight salute. Medic ignored that and continued. "And zhe Engineer." A man wearing goggles and a hard hat smiled a lopsided grin and nodded his head.

Spy nodded to each of them in turn. When Medic finished, the Spy gave him an expectant look. "Vell, I vill show you around now." Medic said, gesturing for the Spy to follow. The Spy strode forward and started to follow the Medic.

Five minutes later

Medic stopped in front of Spy's new room. "And zhis is your room." Spy nodded and entered. He glanced around the room, taking in the red themed floor, walls, and ceiling. There was a simple bed with a simple red blanket and sheets. Next to the simple bed was a simple nightstand, with a simple red lamp. "I hate it." The Spy said quite simply. "Vell, you can alvays change it." Medic said, a little taken aback by what the Frenchman said. The Spy nodded and strode over to the closet and opened it. Inside was about six red suits. On the floor of the closet was a red chest.

The Spy bent down and undid the latches, opening the chest. It was nearly bare, holding only a revolver, butterfly knife, wrist watch, and cigarette case. The Spy picked up each item and inspected it. The revolver had a black metal finish, with a white grip. The butterfly was nothing special. The Spy picked up the wrist watch and put it on. At first glance, it didn't seem very special. Except that it didn't tell time. The Spy messed with some of the buttons, hoping that he could at least get the time. He was actually quite surprised when his arm disappeared in front of him. 'An invisibility watch,' The Spy thought. 'Like something out of a James Bond movie.' The administrator hadn't briefed him on his equipment, so all of this was very new to him. All she mentioned technology related was the respawn system. The spy was slightly disappointed when the cloak ran out, but thought that some invisibility was better than none. The last item the Spy picked up with new interest. What wonders could this unremarkable case do? He opened it, was pleased that it actually had some cigarettes in it, and examined the buttons. Upon closer inspection, Spy found that after pressing either a red or blue button, the images of all the classes lit up. After choosing RED Engineer, he was disappointed when it spat out a paper mask. That was it? No magical technology? The Spy snapped the disguise kit closed angrily and crumpled up the paper mask, throwing it away over his shoulder.

The Spy finally stood up, pocketing his new items. Medic had been watching from the doorway with intrigued interest. The Frenchman turned to him, "What do you want?" he said accusingly. Medic gave a small shrug and walked away. The Medic thought about the newcomer as he walked to the foyer. Sure the man looked dangerous, but here looks counted for almost nothing. At first glance, the Scout looked like an excited and not dangerous kid. While he was excited, he was also dangerous. Medic had watched as the nimble Bostonian jumped over enemies, only to blast them in the back with his scattergun. And the Pyro… His demeanor was close to childish, but the acts that monstrosity performed on the battlefield made even the Medic squeamish.

"Hey doc! Doc doc doc doc doc d-" Medic's thoughts were interrupted by the ecstatic squeals of Scout. "Vhat!?" Medic snapped. The Scout was totally unfazed by Medic's outburst. "What's he like, huh?" Said the young Bostonian, who was practically bouncing. Medic sighed. "I know almost nothing about him." Medic said wearily. The Scout looked a bit crestfallen but scampered away to bug Sniper. When Medic entered the foyer, it was abuzz with chatter. Everybody was talking about the new and mysterious Frenchman.

"My mom said she knew a Frenchman!" Scout said excitedly to Sniper. "Said he was real nice and handsome!" To which the Sniper replied, "Why don't ya marry him then ya little buggah? Leave me alone fer once." Soldier was talking to the Demoman. "Our new private better be able to pull his own weight!" Soldier exclaimed. The Demoman nodded drunkenly, "He seems like *burp* a good man…" Pyro was standing in a group with Heavy and Engineer. Pyro was bobbing his head in agreement to everything either one of them said. By not being a part of the conversation, the strange thing was somehow also being a part of the conversation. "Fransitsky seems like good man." Heavy said in his broken English. "I hope he's not like the other spy." The engineer said. "Sappin' mah teleporters." He grumbled afterwards.

Medic was about to call out to the team when he was interrupted by a burst of static from the intercom. Everybody fell silent, wondering what was going on. Soon, the administrator's voice hissed over the speakers, "Mission begins in one hour."