At 6:13, the REDs drove up to the building they met in the previous night. They were late because Scout predictably slept in, so the BLUs were already waiting when they arrived. Sniper wasn't sure who was a sorrier sight: the half dressed Scout or the very hung over Demoman. Soldier's arms were full of confiscated bottles of scrumpy, which he refused to give back until Demoman ate some breakfast, "YOU NEED FOOD TO FIGHT! DO YOU THINK SUN TZU NEVER ATE, YOU GOOD-FOR-NOTHI—"

"Good of you to finally join us, Gentlemen. Shall we?"

"The, uh, the van's over here. Don't break nothin'."

The six mercenaries piled into the camper van. Demoman and Scout both made a beeline for the tiny bed. They were both too keen on sleeping that they didn't care if they were sharing a twin bed with a member of the other team. Engineer sat at the kitchen table, where he had placed all of his blueprints and spare parts. Soldier refused to sit with a RED, so he sat in the ground near the door. Spy was the last one in, "How… quaint…"

"Shut it, spook. Now, sit down, so we can get on the way," he sat down in the driver's seat and glared at the men on his bed.

His options were the passenger seat or at the table crowded by Engineer's things, so Spy sat down next to Sniper, "Do not let me hold us up. You are ze ones zat were late."

With a huff, Sniper put the camper in drive and zipped off before Spy could attach his seatbelt. For the first half hour of the ride, the only sounds were the highway underneath them, Engineer's pen scratching on graph paper, and Demoman's snoring. Sniper was fine with this. All he had to do was ignore the snoring, and it would be an enjoyable, quiet drive.

So, of course, Spy had to break the silence, "Good weather for driving, non?"

Sniper glanced at the BLU with narrowed eyes before returning his attention to the road, "Suppose so."

"And ze sun is behind us. Quite fortuitous."

Sniper switched lanes so a sports car could pass them. They lapsed into silence for a few minutes while Sniper ignored Spy.

"Are you going to watch ze Olympics?"

"No."

"Zey will be in Germany. Your Medic, he is German, I believe. Surely, you were planning to watch with him?"

"The Doc's dead. Yer Soldier made sure o' that."

"Oh," for a moment, Sniper naively thought the Spy would finally be quiet, "My condolences, Sniper"

"Didn't know him very well. Soldier also took out his only friend that day, so it don't really matter."

Spy decided to change the subject, "Miss Pauling called you Mr. Mundy."

Sniper gripped the steering wheel tighter, "So she did."

Sniper was pleased with another lull in the conversation, but Spy spoiled it again, "Mr. Mundy?"

"I don't remember ever sayin' you could call me that."

"May I?"

"No."

"Oh, but Sniper is such a silly name. Mundy is a real name."

"A name you'd do well to stop sayin'."

Another brief silence, "Sniper?"

"Five minutes! Can we not have five bloody minutes of silence?"

Exactly five minutes later, "Sniper?"

"What do you want, Spoi?"

"What is it like in Australia?"

"You don't actually wanna know that."

"I travel a lot. Perhaps I do."

"An' maybe you jus' wanna drive me insane."

"Or perhaps I wish to know more about my new ally. We must all trust each other if we are to fight together."

"Then go have yer little heart-to-heart with Engy."

"He is busy," the soft scratching of pen on paper hadn't let up the entire ride.

"Well, I'm busy, too."

"Zere is hardly anyone else on ze road. If you think you will crash if you talk too much, I will gladly drive. I can multitask just fine."

"Oh, hell, no. I ain't gonna crash. An' I sure as hell ain't lettin' you drive the van," Sniper sighed, "I grew up in Brisbane, but then I spent most o' my time in the Outback. Country's mostly a big desert. There's a lot o' animals, not very friendly."

"What are your parents like?"

"Good folks. Don't like my job. Let's just leave it at that."

"I doubt my parents would approve of my occupation, either, but zey are no longer alive to object."

"Oh, uh… I'm sorry ta hear that, Spoi."

"Their deaths were quick, mostly painless. Zat is more zan most people can say, so do not worry for them."

The two continued making small talk for most of the journey. Sniper kept glancing over to Spy, surprised that the BLU wasn't as terrible as expected. Just before eleven, Spy said, "That reminds me of the second time I was in Barcelona. I had to—"

"STOP LOOKING AT ME LIKE THAT, YOU FILTHY RED DOOR! I AM AN HONORABLE BLU WARRIOR, AND I WILL HAVE NONE OF YOUR TOM FOOLERY!" Soldier had jumped to his feet and was jabbing a finger at the door to the camper.

"Well, zat is unexpected."

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure he's the first person to ever talk to me van."

"No, not zat. Soldier is always getting in fights with inanimate objects. I'm just surprised because he is usually ze one interrupted, not ze other way around."

Soldier's outburst abruptly woke up Scout and Demoman. The two fell to the ground in a mess of tangled limbs. Scout squirmed at pushed at Demoman, "Git off, ya stupid BLU! Yer heavy!"

Engineer sighed and rolled up his blueprints. There was no way he would be getting any more work done now.

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A/N: The TF2 Wiki says the MvM stuff most likely happened in 1972, and the related comics are dated for August. So, this story is taking place July, a month before the '72 Olympics. Research!