Ms. Pauling sighed.

"Look, you guys, I..I really thought you could pull yourselves together, you know…after the whole robots thing, and the incident with the wizard guy. But…you guys have been losing and losing and losing…well, guys, I have some bad news…"

She paused, and took in a deep breath. The mercenaries all sat up and paid attention.

"Well…The Administrator wants me to fire you guys."

"WOT?!"

"Woah woah woah what the crap did I do-"

"Aye, lass that ain't fair! I mean…I only been drinkin' fer'…what, two months or so?"

"Ohh dis is bad…"

"Eh, I can zell my zervices to a hospital, or…somfzingk. Feh, who am I kidding?"
The Soldier leaned over to whisper into Sniper's ear.

"We were hired? I thought this was just training!"

The Sniper scowled and pushed the American insane away angrily.

"Your tellin' me you thought this, this complete and utter 6 years of BULLSHIT, was all TRAINING to you?!"

The Soldier shrugged awkwardly.

"Well…I figured it wasn't any worse than WWII, and I really didn't actually die, so…"

He adjusted his helmet.

"…I thought it must've been some sort of new-age, robo-tech computery-thing. So…it wasn't?"

The Sniper sighed and shook his head. He walked out of the room, the rest of the team following.

"C'mon guys, let's let the man complete 'is 'training'. Bloody bogan…"

The REDs all filed out of the room, muttering insults under their breath.

"But, men, wait! I-I have some new plans for defense! Those BLU bastards won't know what hit 'im! Heh…guys?"

They didn't come back.