Chapter 2
The eight team members entered the rec room, it was a fair sized room. Complete with a fridge, a few arcade machines, a pool table, couches, armchairs, a few regular tables, a small speaker with a port and CD player, and a small kitchen counter. They all went to the fridge first, opening it revealed it to be stocked with a manor of drinks, ranging from a pitcher of water, to a few cans of concentrated juice, to a flat of beer. The Heavy, Engineer, Sniper, and Spy all took a beer for themselves. The Medic and Pyro each poured themselves glasses of water. Then the Demo and Soldier took to starting to make a few glasses of juice. Each person decided to relax on a couch or armchair instead of trying one of the games available. Each person took their drink and gave a small toast before taking a healthy swig.
"So spy, ya seem ta know a fair bit about the base, and how it all works 'round here."
"I was in a few units before I came here." He leaned back, sinking further into the soft couch.
"Really? I thought that whole bit on being here before, was some kind of special operation ya may have done."
"Nope, I was in Theta before this."
"Mr tur." The Pyro joined
"Epsilohn." The Demo spoke fairly quickly.
"What's with the juice there scotty?" The Spy asked.
"Whot do ya mean?"
"Well I woulda thought that you'd be all over the beer, every other Demo I've met has."
"Oh, uh no. Ah'm in AA."
"Alcoholics Anonymous?"
"Aye."
"How long have you been clean?"
"About fyve years now."
"Really? Wow, good work on that."
"Thanks." He looked a bit uncomfortable after the conversation but seemed happy enough that it was over.
The Soldier leaped over the Engineers' armchair and crashed beside the Spy on the couch, holding a glass of orange juice in his hand, somehow managing not to spill anything.
"So, how do you all like this place so far?" His smile beamed at the lot of them.
"Vell, I can't say it's zhe sort of environment I usually work in, but no major complaints so far."
"Oym, with the doc on this one." The Sniper added.
"Just you two wait though." The Spy joined, "These places can be insane when the battles start."
"Just what's in that case anyways?" The Engy asked.
"It varies."
"What do ya mean?"
"The intel cases are quyte different dependin' on which unit ya're in." The Demo answered.
"I found a blueberry pie recipe in one case." The Spy explained, "Some of the divisions are nothing more than distractions."
A few of the members chuckled, until the sniper considered the possibility. "Do ya think this playce is a diversion?"
"We'll never find out unless we catch some of the other teams intel, there's a few rules as to when we can read our own intel."
"Like wot?"
"Well we can only read after we've been here for a few months that we've been here, breaks not included."
"Darn, I was wonderin' what was in there."
"Believe me, time flies here."
The Pyro walked up and looked right at the Spy, "Whrn dr yrr thrrnk wrr grrnuh grt urr erqrrpmrnt?"
"Looks like we'll have to operate with the standard equipment for a few battles without our own equipment."
The Pyro grumbled a bit before walked off back to his glass of water, he opened his filter and took a long drink.
"What did he mean by that?" The Engy asked.
"Well, when you've worked at one of these stations for long enough, the suits end up sending us new weapons, tools, and equipment to us so we can mess around with it. It helps us know where we belong on the spectrum of our abilities."
"Interestin'."
"Better believe it, when me, Pyro, and Demo get our equipment, you'll be seeing some very nice weaponry."
The lot of them kept on drinking and talking until it started to get dark, they all headed to their quarters. They slept until they heard a loud alarm from the speakers. That 's the point where they all got up, put on their clothes, and they headed to the spawn room. Arming themselves to the nines, they lined up and waited for the foghorn that would eventually sound.