A/N: Hey there everyone, sorry for posting this up a little later than usual, but I'm here aren't I?

Speaking of which, the Malaysian end-year school holidays are here. I'm having a literal blast playing TF2 and Alien Swarm right now. Hopefully I'll be able to focus on typing out the story than actually playing the game this next month and a half.

Speaking of which, I would like to formally apologize if the prologue was not to your liking. I know that there wasn't much of a TF2 story in the prologue but the prologue is fundamental for the story to flow in the later chapters. This chapter will have something about the original characters of TF2 but the next 2 chapters will elaborate more on my OCs that will be going into the story.

I would also like to give a shout out to PachiiRiisu for putting this story in his alerts. Thanks for being so patient with the story, now you will have Your Eternal Reward (this is a pun right?). I hope this chapter will help to quench your thirst on TF2 fanfiction for the day.

Ok then, on with the chapter...

Disclaimer: I do not own Team Fortress 2 as they are owned by Valve (any pun here?). I do own Chris Wong and any other characters that are going to be listed in the story though I would only post the names of the characters at the end of my story chapters.


Chapter 1: A Danger to Mann

March 1960

"So what do y'all think we're here for?"

That was the voice of the RED engineer, asking the rest of a group of people about the reason behind their current meeting.

"Don't know mate," replied the Sniper. "Hopefully we'll be able to get something good outta this."

The RED team was called to assemble in the meeting and discussion room of the RED headquarters. The meeting room was large. Various devices, computers, TV screens and maps littered the sides and walls of the room. A large oval table was placed in the centre and most of the seats there were occupied by the RED mercenaries.

The table had a few pieces of crumpled up papers and writing tools scattered on it. A few dents, light burn marks and even bullet holes could be found on the otherwise grand looking table which had red coloured accents in several areas. A couple of ashtrays found on the table held a few discarded cigarette butts and a small amount of burnt cigarette ash.

Most of the equipment and the four walls of the large room were obviously coloured red. The room was lighted by several lamps hanging from the ceiling. Air-conditioning units, ventilation ducts and ceiling fans can also be found in the room.

"Man, dis is so wrong," the RED scout said in an exasperated tone. "We're having a huge losing streak here, don't tell me we have another mission today."

"Little man is right, we had sad day yesterday. I do not want to have sad day again," added the RED heavy.

Everyone cursed inwardly. They lost to BLU at Gravel Pit the day before. It was a humiliating defeat as the REDs were quickly mowed down by the BLUs in less than 5 minutes. They seriously did not want another mission after what had happened that day.

"I am too demoralized to even shout loudly at you all," the Soldier began to rant. "We have not won a single battle in the past few months and we are short on our upkeep."

"Ze Soldier is right," the Medic added. "Ve have yet to getz any money from our battles. Ve are not paid by ze hour, ve are paid by ze amount of victiories."

"And might I point out gentlemen that ze company headquarters had to cut costs as ze company continues to lose the amount of power that ze company previously has," the RED spy said as he was putting out the cigarette that he had and took out his cigarette kit to light another.

It was true. Redmond Mann had been suffering severe losses as the amount of power he has over the world decreases. Employee pay had to be cut, buildings and machinery that were damaged had yet to be fixed. The management's solution to this was to literally duct tape everything and hope it works. The mercenaries of RED had the unlucky side effect of not getting any amount of their salary as their pay is based on the amount of battles they won, which is to say, none in the past 3 months.

"Mmmpphh, humphh hudda hmpfh hmpff?" mumbled the RED pyro through his gas mask.

"Wait, what? You're joking, you can't seriously think that they're going to do dat do ya?" asked the Scout in utter disbelief.

"Ja scout, but ze Pyro has a point. Ve have lost many battles and ze company has lost a lot of power over ze world. I vould not be surprised if zey did fire all of us," said the Medic in a sad tone.

"Aye lads," began the RED demoman. "Times have been tough, our fights are tougher. We mates, had to face up against a very good team," he finished and took a swig of whiskey.

"I personally blame the engineer for not building a sentry to defend that last point yesterday," the Soldier began to rant about the team's performance yesterday.

"Blame me? Now hold your horses there pardner, you should blame ol' snap-shot here for not checking the last point at all," the Engineer directed the comment at the Sniper.

"Why are you blaming me for that? No one else bothered to check the tower for any BLUs. How was I supposed to know that there was a BLU sentry base on the point? Blame the wankah who wouldn't want to clean out the area with sticky bombs," the Sniper passed the blame game to Scottish demolitions expert.

"Oh, so YER blaming me now fer it are ye?" the Demoman asked loudly in a tone of disbelief. "I was tryin' ta hold out the other team who were pushin' out of their bloody base. Where was that bloody excuse for a magician when ya needed him?"

"I beg your pardon you Cyclops," the RED spy retorted," but I was trying to disable ze enemy medic. Why didn't you get the Heavy to clear out that area with ze Medic?"

"Spai, we were using ze charge against ze enemy team, we didn't know zat there was a base on ze point. You can't also blame ze Pyro for that right?" the Medic replied.

"So, who we blame for mess?" the Heavy asked.

"Wait a minute, so ya think that I was to blame fer all that?" the Demoman shouted at the Medic.

"Nein! I do not blame anyone for ze loss, ask ze spy for his word," the Medic replied.

"Oh please scotch man, not you. I was talking about our sorry excuse for a war mongrel over there," the Spy said as he pointed his lit cigarette at the Soldier.

"What? Why you LITTLE..." the Soldier went into a sudden fit of rage and charged at the Spy who was sitting at the opposite side of him.

The Spy quickly backed off from his seat as the Soldier hit the table on his belly. The Heavy and the Demoman quickly restrained the Soldier by the legs before he gets to the other side of the table.

"COME BACK HERE YOU MAGGOT! When I get my hands on you I will tear off your sorry French head!" the Soldier screamed at him.

"Stop zis dummkopfs, zis vill not solve anyzhing," the Medic attempted to quell the tense moment.

"Let me go you maggots! I will not hesitate to do the same to ALL of you if you do not release me this instant!" The Soldier shouted as he tried to wrench his arms and legs free from being restrained.

It turned absolutely rowdy in the room. Pens and pieces of crumple papers flung onto the floor, the noise in the room was increased two-fold and sounds of a struggle continued to ring out in the room. That was when the double doors to the meeting room opened, everyone in the room stopped and turned their attention at the door.

A young lady with glasses entered the room. Her face held a look of surprise and disbelief.

It was Miss Pauling.

The team quickly recomposed themselves and returned to their seats. Miss Pauling sighed and shook her head. She began to walk towards the front of the table near the projector and stood in front of the team. A few members whispered to one another, the Soldier grumbled angrily to himself while the Medic, Sniper and Pyro shook their heads in slight disappointment. The Spy and Engineer just kept quiet.

Miss Pauling adjusted her glasses and cleared her throat. "Alright, I will just get right on it shall we?" she began. "In light of the recent failures to defend or recapture key areas of the land we own, Redmond Mann and the Administrator have decided to a-"

"You wanna fire us so that you guys can replace us right?" the Scout cut in.

"Why I was about to-"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah we know. You're gonna put it lightly so that we won't feel bad for ourselves," the Scout continued.

"I was just going to say-"

"You know what, this sucks! If you guys wanna fire us, fine! I'm gonna go pack up and leave now," the Scout began to stand up and walk towards the door.

"Scout you dummkopf, just let Miss Pauling finish what she has to say," the Medic quickly attempted to reason with the young Bostonian.

"Ugh, fine!" the Scout said loudly and grumbled as he returned to his seat.

"As I was saying, and before you think otherwise, no, we are not going to replace any of you," Miss Pauling clarified.

Most of the mercenaries breathed huge sighs of relief. Their thoughts quickly disrupted by the sound of Miss Pauling clearing her throat again.

"And so, a joint decision has been made by Redmond and the Administrator in which the team would receive new recruits to join your ranks."

The news of new recruits coming in instantly caused everyone's eyes to widen. They couldn't believe what they are hearing.

"Ehehehehe... new meat," the Soldier quickly muttered to himself with a smirk on his face.

"Ooohh... we get new teammates, hope they are all lettle men," the Heavy boomed with a slightly twisted smile on his face.

"I personally hope that it will be another spy," the Spy quickly said.

"Nah, it would probably another engineer, I could really use the help in maintaining my machines and helpin' me against that low-life critter of a BLU spah," the Engineer quickly turned to face the pyro. "No offence there firebug."

"Nudda huh," the Pyro replied while giving a thumbs-up to acknowledge it.

"Ah hope it's another game hunter mates, I really could use someone to help me with the hunt," the Sniper said.

"But I thought you don't feel lonely all da time dude," the Scout replied.

"If it were another Sniper, they'd probably be sleepin' in the same van together," the Demoman remarked.

Everyone save the Sniper burst out into laughter when they heard that remark. The Sniper snorted but he was already used to the belittling of his favourite mobile home so he didn't mind much.

"Unfortunately, this is not to be," Miss Pauling cut in causing everyone to stop their laughter. "These new recruits will have completely different skills compared to all of you. They are classified under a different category of mercenaries."

"Then who are they Miss Pauling?" the Sniper asked.

"Why don't I call them in and then you'll see for yourself," she replied.

Miss Pauling quickly motioned at the doors to open. As if on cue, the doors opened and the two new recruits entered the meeting room. Both new recruits walked a few steps into the meeting room and both immediately stopped moving. The RED teams' jaws could have literally detached and fell to the floor the moment they saw the two new recruits.

They saw one of them, a man with short brown hair and gold eyes, he was slightly taller than most of the other mercenaries and looked quite young in terms of youthfulness. What made him stood out of the rest of the group was the fact that he looked like an Asian-American. He was wearing a red fighter's robe with long sleeves and a black belt with several pouches tied around his waist. He wore brown shoes with white socks. His sleeves had the symbol of a shuriken on it.

The other new member was the one that the original RED mercenaries were most surprised with. This person, he was a she. She had long black hair that was tied into a ponytail, her eyes were blue with a tinge of green and her face held the definitive look of an Asian. She was wearing a red female fighter's robe with long sleeves and a long red skirt which had partings at the sides. She wore a pair of form-hugging black shorts under her skirt. Her skirt had a phoenix motif with yellow streaks which represented fire. Her sleeves had the symbol of a kunai on it.

The mercenaries' thought processes went into overdrive once they saw the new recruits. Different thoughts filled the minds of the mercenaries. The Medic quickly began sizing up their fitness. The Sniper began planning on how to kill them. The Spy gave a sly smirk when he saw the two new mercenaries.

The sight of the female recruit caused the Scout to stare at her blankly and drool. The thought of a female joining the team caused the Soldier to cringe inwardly and in utter disbelief. The Demoman who was slightly drunk kept asking the Engineer if his eyesight was going as he's seeing two men who one of them looked like a woman. The Heavy smiled as he now had a 'leetle man and leetle girl' to help the team. And the Pyro? Well, no one could understand what he or even she was thinking behind that mask.

The two new recruits also had shocked and uncertainty plastered on their faces. They had a shock to see the various faces sitting at the table in front of them. It was such a surprise between the two new recruits and the RED mercenaries as both groups have never seen people like this, not even the Soldier, and he fought independently in World War 2.

There was a tense moment of silence, both groups unsure of how to approach the situation. Miss Pauling noticed this and quickly broke the silence.

"Please come forward you two," she said to the new recruits causing everyone to jerk out of their thoughts.

The male recruit began walking to the front; the female hesitated slightly but quickly followed the male recruit. All the mercenaries kept their sights on the new recruits. When they reached the front, they stood beside Miss Pauling so that she can introduce them to the team.

"Everyone, let me introduce you all to Chris Wong and Yuriko Nakamura. They will be joining your team and help you in your fight against the BLU mercenaries. We picked them as your new teammates for their excellent martial arts skills and strategies," she continued.

"Hey there," said the male recruit.

"Konnichiwa," the female recruit greeted the team.

"I hope that all of you would get along well and end your losing streak. The company can't afford to lose more power than it has now," Miss Pauling added.

Everyone at the table nodded uncertainly, Chris kept a straight face while Yuriko gulped in an act of nervousness.

"Well that's about it. I shall leave you two to introduce yourselves to the team," the secretary said and proceeded to walk out of the meeting room through the double doors which were still left ajar.

To Be Continued...


End A/N: Well that's the first actual chapter. The next 2 chapters will explore the two ninja's backgrounds and how they met. I actually rearranged the chapters for this fanfiction from my draft. Based on my first draft,the first 6 chapters would actually be all about the ninjas and how they met a couple of years before 1960. This particular chapter was actually supposed to be chapter 9 of the first draft of this fanfiction. Intresting, no?

So yeah, I own both Chris Wong and Yuriko Nakamura. And before you ask, I don't even know what a Mary Sue is, so don't blame me if Yuriko turns out in a way that isn't to your liking XD. Anyways, I will also be updating this story into Deviantart and will now constantly make changes to my 10th class stats in the Steam Users Forums. You can view the thread on my profile page on this site.

Well until the next chapter then, review please.

Thanks and cheers mates!