Teufort Times
Location - Dustbowl - Town - Medicine centre - Morning
Disclaimer: I do not own tf2 or it's cast and maps, they are property of Valve, only the oc's in this fiction are mine.
Jeremiah Pulled his high collared jacket tigher about him. To say the Badlands was one of the hottest places in the world was a positive lie, it was freezing outside. A camper van pulled up in front of him and out stepped the Medic, Baumann, who merely snorted as he motioed for Jeremiah to follow him. The two went round to the back and Baumann pointed to a crate
"That is your equiptment, herr sniper." he said plainly and wandered back into the base, shortly after out stepped a mountain of a man. Standing nearly seven feet tall and almost as wide, though the latter was due to muscle, he carried a blocky version of the standard minigun, what surprised him even more was his arms were covered in some form of black metal. The heavy walked over to him calmly and placed the weapon near the door
"I am heavy weapons guy..." he said plainly "...And this is my gun." He held out a metal covered hand, which Jeremiah hesitantly took, he instantly regretted it as he felt his hand being crushed. After a few moments the shake ended and the heavy once again picked up the gun
"So, what sort of gun is that?" he asked, massaging his hand "I've seen one like it before." the titan placed the gun in the back and turned to face him. The sniper took a quick step backwards when he saw the heavy was holding a shotgun, he was terrified and perplexed Why the hell would a shotgun have a stock? he thought. The heavy merely roared out in laughter
"Leetle man is scared of Dnail!" he laughed, before turning serious "Then leetle man stands no chance against wolfmen." he pointed to the minigun as he placed the shotgun on his back "This is Borislava, doktor and friend call her Iron kurtain. I found her weak, so I made her strong. Strong for mother Russia!" he pointed to a piece of wood attached to the handle "This wood comes from throne of Alexander II. Same as Ammo casing. I made vent on side, so her bullets burn and make babies cry some more!" With this outburst he headed to the passenger side and clambered in, followed shortly after by Jeremiah
"D'know the way mate?" he asked, the heavy, who Jeremiah assumed was called 'Dnail', pulled out a map of the Badlands and pointed to the north end of the map, in the middle of a wide river was a single mountain, which he placed a red pin on
"Will take one day." he said "Two with fuel stops. Will need to make stop at pipes." when he said pipes he pointed north of Dustbowl, where a large pipeline met the mountains, here he placed a blue pin "Boss has hired back up for wolfmen. They will come with us. We go now."
"Right mate." Jeremiah replied, starting the van, and away it went, heading northwards.
Author's Notes
I made a promise to myseld when I uploaded chapter 3, that I wouldn't let this fiction die, I enjoyed writing it too much, so I'll see ya next time. Dnail will appear in a separate storyline.