Additional Team
Chapter 1
The truck halted abruptly, signaling arrival. The inhabitants inside, were none-the less happy to stretch their legs.
"Argh- finally! It's about time I got outta 'der!"
"Oui."
"Aye- give us a hand wil' yah?"
"Mmph mmmph!"
"That trip was like a combine runnin' over stacked up cows!"
"What in the 'F' Engie?"
"Heh."
The people one-by-one got out and started conversing. Sretching, sleeping, the likes.
Exactly like the REDs would do.
But the RED Team were currently in their base... so who were these 'Strangers'?
A loud hissing sound was heard, and all heads turned towards a nearby wall. Of which opened up revealing a very secretive doorway.
"Ah. There you are. Now, just follow me- and everything will be in order. I suppose you are RED_02? Mhmm... mhm and done.", the purple-dressed lady said.
Everyone present recognized her.
This was Ms. Pauling.
She stowed away her clipboard, and gestured for them to follow.
And that they did, the RED Base was a maze- many areas were sealed off by giant hale bales, somehow splattered with crimson-splodges...
Ms. Pauling took a sharp left, upstairs then to a wide loading bay door.
Of which- she knocked on, in consecutive patterns, which opened up!
She continued, then turning left (AGAIN), to face a locked door. Requiring a keycode, she took out her purse and used it to cover the top view of the keypad.
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'Why they don't ever change their access codes... I wonder.'
"Unofficially, welcome to RED Base, Teufort."
"Why is 'der so many corridors?"
"It's for... security reasons."
'Long corridors, heh- they should see TF Industries...', the lavender-dressed worker thought.
The keypad beeped and the door unlocked, allowing access.
Inside, contrary to the previous 'homey' color scheme of RED on Red, it was stark white, ceiling- sides and floor.
She continued on, not stopping or hesitating for a moment, the visitors followed- quickening their pace to match their guide's.
They reached another door, having to take several turns for the group reach a it. With a white placard placed in a white holder, saying Recreation Room.
"Alright- prepare to meet your partners, RED_02."
She opened the door- and was met by several guns pointed in her face. All primed and ready to shoot.
"Oh- Hey how yah doin' Miss Pauling?"
"I'm fine scout. Even better if I didn't have so many weapons pointed my way."
All mercenaries present grumbled and holstered their weapons: turns out, staring at a door can get you trigger-happy.
"Apologies for the slight mishap. Base Security is to be of concern at the moment. Our reports dictate that BLU have been tinkering with our defenses...", Spy said.
"And have disabled all measures in keeping the Intelligence safe. Again."
This information didn't surprise the desk-clerk, BLU always appeared to use different tactics every week. And they seemed to work. Again and again.
For example, setting up teleporters in blind spots- not visible to cameras or to the naked eye.
"Well, luckily for you guys- I have several 'packages'. And by packages, I mean some extra support. Introducing, RED_02!", Ms. Pauling said while flinging the door open.
The audience, everyone- gaped at their respective counterparts.
Everything was going smooth. So far.