A/N: I have to say guys. I was disappointed in how rushed my first version of Second Scout was, so I decided to fix things up a little. The chapters will probably be a lot longer and ill add a bit more dialogue to get that character mood out. I'll try to squeeze more info in of First Scout but the first few chapters will only mention him. Also for the time, just imagine the Second Scout as unusually quiet to the point you could call him "mute". In other words, let's just say I'm gonna be changing A LOT of things here.

The Replacement Arrives

(Nobody's POV)

In the middle of nowhere, there stood the "peaceful" arena that was Teufort. Both bases were under ceasefire, the only other time other than night that allowed the mercenaries to even sit down without fear of being backstabbed or nailed in the head by an arrow. The mercenaries of both bases were lazing around in a calm fashion; almost as if they were just some random civilians under the burning sunlight. A light scent of smoke wafted in the air from a shack as one of them watched the wooden building withering away in the intentionally-lit fire.

Another few mercenaries; one clumsy Scottish demolitionist expert and one ingenious construction worker, scrambled towards the pyromaniac before them. The worker was scolding the fire-lover with irritation evident in his voice while the demolitionist attempted to put the flames out with an over-sized bottle of alcohol, the resulting explosion sending the three flying into walls opposite from each other.

A thin-gloved hand placed itself on top of the worker's left shoulder in a friendly gesture. This man wore considerably formal wear for a killer. His suit was completely red with only his eyes, the ridge of his nose, and his mouth visible from under all his clothing. It was surprising the man did not seem fazed by the heat of both the explosion and sun with the kind of attire he was currently wearing. Just as he was about to speak, an arrow grazed his ear with followed by a mocking laugh from an Australian holding a quiver in his large hands. He only stopped laughing when a huge man accompanied by a slender doctor in white knocked him into one of the barrels below. A light chuckle came from the masked man at the sight of an angry Australian yelling an assortment of colorful words at the two above him. This was the "peace" that only ever came for a short time ever since the war against the machines had started.

For some reason; whenever it reached ceasefire and both RED and BLU started their "break" from war, he would always look at the bridge. Every day he swore he heard a laugh higher than the other mercenaries'. The BLU's were mostly quiet so it couldn't have been just one of their members. "His" laugh would seem to echo across the bridge with no sign of "Him" there. One time he had turned around and had sworn "He" was there; red shirt tucked in as usual in the baggy pants that seemed to only get dustier with each passing day. It was just "Him" sitting with his legs drawn up to keep him from slipping and smiling with either a mocking, buck-toothed probably shit-eating grin promising pain OR a genuine smirk that seemed to calm the nerves of others around him. When the masked man finally had to blink after staring for what seemed to be hours, "He" was gone as suddenly as he had appeared. The man put a hand to his now aching head from the sudden rush of memories. Maybe, just maybe the doctor was right? Maybe he really WAS going crazy…

(Spy's POV)

Once I had fallen out of my train of thoughts, I heard a rumbling sound of what seemed to be wheels against rough dirt. The sound was distant but getting louder by the second. Both the RED and BLU team managed to arrive to the entrance when a motorbike suddenly shot through the slightly open gate, splitting the row of my team and the BLU team before skidding on its side to stop a few feet away from us. The Administrator's assistant, Miss Pauling was first to get off of the rather impressive motorbike. I glanced for a second at the second figure steadying the motorbike before looking towards the bike itself. A simple man would have missed the image I saw on the bike's side. The symbol of the Scout was painted onto the side of the bike where the paint was mid-way into a transition from bright red to pitch black.

I noticed he Medic shuffle nervously behind me; he had seen it too, the unforgettable symbol that had been etched into our minds since the "incident". The motorcyclist wore a leather jacket that ended just before his elbows while the rest of the jacket ended at the middle of his torso. The man's legs and arms were thin but also muscular for his stature and height. It took a few seconds at first, but it suddenly hit me just who this new arrival of two months was. No wonder Miss Pauling had that nervous expression; she was scared of how the others would react to the replacement. The very first replacement member to exist in all the time us mercenaries had been in both the Gravel War and Machine War. My suspicions were confirmed the second the helmet was off and cradled under the man's arms. Indeed, it was the Replacement Member and not just any replacement… It was the Replacement Scout.

"Mon dieu…" I managed to gasp out in awe.

This Scout looked tougher than the first. He had a firm posture and stance; right leg straightened with the left angled slightly, still straight but leaning the majority of his weight onto the right. His mouth was pressed together to form a thin line that showed a side of boredom and irritation at the same time. The expression was that of a cold-blooded killer compared to the cheerful grin of the joking mercenary I had always known. The Scout dropped his glare the second Pauling glanced at him cautiously. He attempted to fake a smile, only to end up forming an exaggerated grin. I laughed at the Scout's hilarious attempts at getting along as he directed a "welcoming" wave to us. This should be interesting…

(Heavy POV)

It was another Scout. Why? I do not know… I looked at the RED Medic curiously and whispered a question in his ear so as not to break the silence.

"Medic… That is leetle Scout?"

The Medic snapped out of his own confusion-induced trance by my question and looked at me with a reassuring expression, "Ahh… Yes, it is Heavy…" The Medic sighed out in relief.

I smiled and looked back at the irritated Scout. His style was not to my taste but it fit his hard expression. It was confusing though. Scout shouldn't be here… He couldn't be after what happened two months ago in the Mann vs Machine War. That was not our Scout. As far as I could see, this Scout did not know how to smile like our Scout. It was not a real smile that this "Big" Scout made for it was forced. His shirt was gray for some reason though it was obvious he would be the replacement Scout for our RED team. His smirk was odd… I did not like it… Not at all…

(Medic's POV)

I shifted nervously forward to meet the Scout face-to-face. He was surprisingly taller than I had expected, being a good four inches taller than me without the cap on. He looked down at me with an unimpressed expression.

"How pathetic…" He said in a harsh tone as he shook my hand, "Already cowering in fear under my gaze."

I glared back at him in a stare off, our hands still held together in a frozen handshake. "You vill regret zose words very soon my dear Scout…" I spat back in the most threatening voice I could make.

"Well I don't blame ya for feelin' afraid!" the Scout mocked with a grin and shrug of his shoulders. "It's just… not even your team fatass looks even a bit intimidating!" He spat out as he cracked up at his own insults.

The laugh was all too familiar though just a "bit" colder compared to the one I knew. I winked when his laugh turned to an unusually high cackle during his fit of laughter and I backed up, falling back as I tripped on a small rock. His pale blue eyes seemed to pierce through me like a bullet through my head. I felt my heart sink as he kneeled down and held out a hand to me. The finger-less gloves he wore were rough against my palm and he pulled me to my feet effortlessly. The sight of his gray shirt and bandaged neck and torso had my mind screaming to run away. I shook the feeling off and offered to show him to the infirmary; away from the other mercenaries. Their shocked looks were mixed with an understanding of what I was doing. I would stall him with his introductions to the rest of the team and try to get some information off this man. He was not the BLU Scout; it was necessary that I learned of this man's near identical appearance to our old Scout. I could feel his gaze burning holes into my back. This was going to be a long day.

(Nobody's POV)

"It seems that our new subject has successfully infiltrated Teufort…" a robot said in its mechanical voice to the figure in front of it. The silhouette of the person sitting on the seat crossed its legs in thought.

"Good…" the figure said casually, "Now it's time for our little experiment to start… How will you deal with this little problem Administrator, Hm?"

An inhuman cackle echoed through the room…