I'll try to upload these on a weekly basis after the next one after this, but I felt I needed to push a few more chapters to actually have some content for people to read.
Scout was having an exceedingly bad day. He found out that Spy was having an affair with his mother on a schedule, he lost a fistfight with some random gang in Boston, and to top it all off, he nearly got disemboweled by engineer's turret when it went berserk. By the time he went to bad, he was nearly praying for the next day to be better, which was saying something considering that he was atheist
He was about to fall asleep and get some much-needed rest, when the turret started firing like mad into the forest outside their base. "Oh, what now?" he moaned, sitting up and rubbing his eyes. He got his gun from the chest by his bed, his bat from his shelf of baseball related items, and his hat from the hat stand by the door. He was readjusting to cap to a more comfortable position when he saw Heavy running through the hallway, followed by Medic. Scout immediately started running outside, easily outpacing Heavy, and found that their base was under attack from robots again. God damn machines! He thought. Is it illegal to have ONE NIGHT'S REST? He continued to complain in the depths of his mind as he ran and jumped his way through the onslaught of robots, shooting them with his gun and then whacking them with his bat whenever he headed back to base for more ammo. After a while the crowd thinned a bit and his could run much farther without running into a robot. About an hour after that, The massive transport tank parked about a mile from their base had run out of robots to throw at them, and closed its doors, turned around, and left.
"You know, after that happening like, ten times, you'd expect a government SOMEWHERE to want to know what those things are doing. It'd be great to have military support for once, you know?" said Scout to Engineer. "Yeah, I expect it'll happen sometime, but until then," responded the Engineer, sipping from his beer, "We should just try to hold out for as long as possible." Scout nodded, then walked past all his celebrating team mates and went back to his room to get some rest. He put his gun back in his drawer, his bat on the shelf, and lay down on the bed. After a few minutes of not being able to fall asleep because of all the celebration going on, he took a few blankets and his pillow and went to the intel room. He curled up on floor with the blankets on top of him and finally fell asleep.
Dell was a bit worried about Scout. He hadn't been getting much sleep, and never wanted to celebrate or even talk much anymore. As the team engineer it was Dell's job to solve problems, but he was no psychologist. He briefly considered asking Medic if he could talk with Scout, but figured that would result in Scout obtaining a second heart and a third lung. So, unable to really do anything to help his friend, he went to his workshop to try and figure out some of the software issues that occasionally cropped up in his turrets. When he got there, he noticed that the space-time anomaly detector that he'd built a while ago was beeping like mad. He raised his eyebrows at it and picked it up. The ramshackle design of something made by a man with the mind of a Harvard graduate but working at a MacDonald's reminded him of the old days when he didn't have much money. He looked at the small LCD display, which read 'Space-time anomaly detected. Rip created and output to appear in 00:00:20' Dell jumped back and started running back to everyone to tell them what was on the screen. He had almost made it when the beeping became an incessant noise, then stopped altogether, like someone's heart flat lining. Then, a little arrow appeared that showed where the output was and Dell changed his course to sprint to that location.
Scout was laying back with his arm behind his head, looking at his dead father's dog tags. He sighed and closed his eyes, trying to fall asleep, when he heard a noise. It was a small buzzing, so he thought he was just imagining it, but then it got louder and louder, and a small black vortex started forming in the room. He scrambled to get away from it as it started growing, pulling in object from the room. He felt the dog tags around his neck cut into the skin on his nape, and struggled to keep his footing. Then, when he thought for sure he would be sucked in and die, five figures were spit out, and the vortex simply vanished. One of the figures was flying towards him and his eyes widened as he was hit in the face by a human sized and shaped robot and knocked out.
