A/N: Ok… Chapter 2! Hope you enjoy! (Also if anyone sees a something wrong... let me know!)
Disclaimer: I don't own TF2… still.
Challenge: So… lets see who's right shall we; Xguy110… I guess I should give you credit for correctly guessing the teens father's class: Danielle's father is a Sniper. But I hate to break it to ya pally… he's not Mundy, he's just another Sniper. Nice guess though! And yes, Charlie's dad's a Engineer.
But nobody guessed Dani's mother! So that's the challenge for this chapter… who is Danielle's mum? (Don't even try to guess Charlie's… he doesn't have a mother)
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Danielle stayed close to her parents, watching them as they glared at the man across the platform.
Charlie stood close to his father, watching as Danielle ordered her parents to stay where they were. He politely asked his father to do the same, and then proceeded to walk toward the middle of the platform.
Danielle copied her friend's actions. Once they both met, they nodded and motioned for there parents to join them.
It was part of a routine that all children of the mercenaries associated with the Mann Brothers were taught from an early age.
The 'children of Red and Blu' as they were called, were, unlike the mercenaries, allowed to become friends with one another. But if a Red child and a Blu child should meet each other with their parents, they would both have to work together and do everything they could to stop a battle.
"All right, people. You know the drill for Bloodbath," Danielle said once the adults had reached the centre of the platform.
"No fighting. We are not on a battlefield," Charlie added.
"Weapons…" The teens held out their arms.
The two men continued to stare at each other, while the lady sighed and pulled out her knife. She placed it in her daughter's hands, and when Danielle raised her eyebrow at her, she pulled out her Revolver, her disguise kit and when Danielle said "Wrist", she pulled off her invisibility watch.
"Come on, boys. Hand them over, it includes tools." Charlie said, and his father placed his tool belt in his arms.
"Dad?" Danielle nudged her father.
"All in the van," He mumbled.
"Good. Right, we'll put these in the vehicles," She nodded to Charlie, and he nodded back.
They turned, and while Charlie continued to walk away, Danielle reached inside her mother suit and pulled out her Dead Ringer. It was her most prized possession, she never left the house without it and, as for as long as Danielle had known, even took it shopping with her.
"Mum, I said all of them."
"Well I can't exactly use it if no one can even try to kill me, now can I?" Her mother huffed.
"Doesn't matter, rules are rules."
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After Charlie had placed his father's items onto the passenger's seat of the truck, he looked around.
All he could see were teens in red and blue clothes and there parents, all doing the same routine. The many different weapons that each parent placed into their children's arms amazed him.
He wasn't surprised that there were this many 'Children of Red and Blu', because he had found out the reason for it a long time ago.
The city they lived in, appropriately named Mann city, was split into two halves, each one owned by either Red or Blu. The city was built for the mercenaries and their families, with the bases located around them so they were able to get to work every morning.
Every citizen worked, or would work, for Mann Co. The children would go to school up until collage, were they would then go to either the Red university or the Blu collage. Both of them were exactly the same, except for the teachers and the colour scheme.
What puzzled Charlie, however, was the reason for Mann Co. to build a new school. Even though he had managed to hack into the system, it didn't say where it was or why it was built, all it said was 'CLASSIFIED' in dark red or blue letters.
He understood that it was most probably for "Her" eyes only, but because he was able to access the file of every mercenary that has been hired since1968 with no problems, it scared him.
"Hey, Charlie-boy, you ok?"
Charlie snapped out of his trance and turned to look at Danielle, wondering how long she had been standing there.
"Yeah… just, uh… thinking…" He mumbled.
"Something's bugging you. I can tell."
"No, I'm fine."
"Ok, if you're sure," Charlie was grateful that his friend wasn't one to pry deep into other people's business. Danielle pointed to his bags, "Want me to help you with those?"
"No, no, it's fine I'll do it," He said, knowing she wasn't going to take his answer.
"Idiot," She picked up a bag and threw it to him. "Hell, Charlie, you moving out or something?"
"Hey, I've come prepared."
"Fair enough."
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The train arrived at the station on schedule, as it always had done. It was only the one and the track only went to the stations located at every base, so it had no excuse to be late.
Everything in Mann city was similar in the way it was scheduled; the parents had to arrive at work at 7.30 a.m; the children were to be in school at 7.45 a.m and were to return home by 3.20 p.m; shops had strict schedules; restaurants had strict schedules; even the hospitals had strict schedules.
Once it stopped, a middle aged woman stepped out of the train. She was just an inch taller than Danielle and Charlie, had black hair that was tied up and wore suit trousers and a formal purple top. She had big black glasses and held a clipboard to her chest.
The teens formed a line with the others, stretching across the platform, all of them arms length apart.
"Good afternoon," She said.
"Good afternoon, Miss Pauling!" The teen's chorused.
Miss Pauling paused, checked to make sure they were all in line, then called out names of the children, boy then girl then boy again, and told the teen who stepped out what carriage he or she would be travelling in.
"Jonathan Allen Snatch?"
"Yes Miss," Said a boy, and stepped out of line. He was taller then Miss Pauling, but daren't look her in the eye for fear that his mother would scold him for looking down at her.
"You will be travelling in carriage C, here is your ticket, and your destination is written on it."
"Thank you Miss," He said, and walked away to his carriage.
"Kathleen Jessica Liana?"
"Yes Miss?" Said a girl, she was about the same height as Miss Pauling. Her face was plastered with make-up.
"Firstly, I want you to tell me why you have caked yourself in foundation, Miss Liana."
"Please, Miss. I have just come back from a date with my boyfriend."
"Well I'm sure the boy in question wouldn't mind if he could see what's left of your natural face, don't you?"
"Oh, sorry Miss."
"You know the rules Miss Liana, no foundation or blusher, strictly small amounts of eye liner, mascara and pale lip gloss or lip stick. Now, you're travelling in carriage A and by the time I come round, I want your face clear of that filth… understood?"
"Yes Miss, sorry Miss."
Miss Pauling handed the girl her ticket.
"Charlie Liam Rogers and Danielle Kimberly Spirit?"
Both the teens stepped out and began to speak in unison.
"Yes Miss?"
"It's nice to see you two again." Miss Pauling said with a faint smile on her face.
"It is a pleasure to see you to, Miss."
"Still best friends, I gather?"
"Yes Miss."
"That's what I like to hear."
"Please Miss?" Charlie asked. Danielle looked at him and could see he was puzzled.
"Yes?" Miss Pauling asked, giving him permission to continue.
"If you don't mind me asking, Miss, but why have you called Danielle and I out at the same time?"
"Because, you two aren't joining the rest of the group, they are being sent to the Mann academy in Harvest. You are going to a more challenging school. Think of it as a type of grammar school?"
"Thank you for the explanation Miss," Charlie said, and glanced at Danielle, noticing the confusion plastered on her face.
"You both will be sitting together in the end carriage, here are your tickets."
"Please Miss," Danielle said, staring at her ticket then glancing at Charlie's. "But there is no destination on them"
"Ah, I thought you would notice that Miss Spirit. But I'm afraid I don't have time to explain everything, so please go to your carriage. Someone will be there to answer any questions you might have."
"Thank you, Miss!" They said. She gave them a nod and they walked away, towards the carriage at the end of the platform.
"What do you think that's all about?" Danielle asked.
"Beats me, but come on. We best not keep Miss Pauling waiting. Who knows, 'She' could be watching," Charlie said, and they both walked past their parents, signalling them to follow.