In which the BLU team arrives at the new building and gets settled in.
The train ride passed in silence. The BLU team was much moodier than they had been on the previous trip. Several team members kept shooting the unconscious Disabler dirty looks and scowling. The Spy simply sat in his chair, thinking. He'd been doing a lot of thinking, lately. He, like the rest of his team, wanted things to return to normal. But now there was a robot war, and it seemed like the BLUs weren't allowed to participate.
Perhaps it was the recent defeats at the hands of the Disabler, or perhaps it was his prolonged work for Team Fortress Industries addling his brains, but the Spy wanted to fight robots. He wanted to cut them down, sap their strength, laugh in their ugly metal faces for ever believing that they could replace human beings…
He gave a great sigh. He needed to sleep. He pulled off his jacket and folded it up to use as a pillow. The last thing he knew, before the oblivion of sleep took him, was the shaking of the train, and a great feeling of uneasiness.
When the BLU Spy awoke, the train was pulling up to a lonely station in the middle of nowhere.
He could spot, through the window, a big dark building which could only be their new residence. The rest of the BLU team were already moodily exiting the train. The Heavy and the Soldier stayed behind.
"Spy, do we carry out the girl?" asked the Heavy, thumbing to the still-unconscious Disabler.
"Yes," replied the Spy. "Take her inside. We'll have to find a room to shut her up in… The Administrator has asked us to prevent her escape at all costs…"
The Heavy nodded and then, with the Soldier's help, transported the Disabler off the train. The Spy followed them, lighting a cigarette and sticking his hands in his pockets.
When they entered the building, it seemed to be very similar to a regular base, except there were no training warehouses or weapon stores. Just dingy concrete rooms.
"Depressin'." mumbled the Sniper, as he looked around.
The Spy immediately set off to find a suitable room for the Disabler. He found a room on the second floor with a sturdy door and a small barred window. Perfect.
"Bring her up here." he called down the stairs. The Heavy and the Soldier dutifully carried the Disabler's stretcher up the stairs and deposited it on the small cot sitting in the corner.
"We should fit some sort of a meal slot onto the door." murmured the Spy, watching the Disabler twitch in her sleep, "She will need feeding, but I don't trust her with exiting this room…"
The engineer was quickly put to the task. The door was bolted from the outside and a small rectangular slot cut into it near the bottom. The slot was fitted with a small metal flap, made from the Engineer's scrap metal. When this was all done, the team set to making supper. The building was stocked with food, and the team was soon well fed and watered.
Even in the late hours of the evening, the Disabler's room was still silent. The mercenaries slowly went off to claim rooms of their own. By midnight, the base was silent.
The next morning, the mercenaries were awoken by a cacophony of bangs and shouts. They rushed, still in their nightclothes, to the source of the sounds. As expected, it was the Disabler's room.
"LEMME OUTTA HERE! CAN ANYONE HEAR ME?! I WANT OUT! LET ME OUT, OR I'LL FORCE MY WAY OUT!"
This exclamation was followed by several loud bangs.
"Allow me, gentlemen," said the Spy, pulling the cloth belt tighter around his ratty bathrobe in a down-to-business kind of way.
"Mlle. Disabler." he said.
She didn't seem to hear him over her own shouting. He tried again, louder.
"Mlle. Disabler."
Still no response except incoherent shouting and banging.
"Mlle. Disabler!" he called, very loudly this time.
This worked about as well as the first two times.
The Spy sighed and massaged his temples. He turned to the Heavy.
"Please make some sort of loud sound, if you will, to quieten her?" the Spy said, wearily.
The Heavy sucked in a deep breath and then roared: "QUIET!"
There was silence.
The Spy gave the Heavy a sort of congratulatory pat on the arm and then approached the door.
"Mlle. Disabler." he began, for a fourth time.
"Spook! Is that you?" came the answer from the other side of the door. "Whad'ya mean by locking me up in this room?! What's going on?!"
"I am not your spy," said the Spy. "I am the BLU Spy. The Administrator has tasked me–"
"The BLU SPY?!" the Disabler shrieked from the other side of the wall, "YOU FREAK! YOU FRIKIN' CREEP! When I get a hold of you, I swear, I swear I'll– I'll–"
"I'm sure you'd snap my spine into thirteen pieces if you had the chance, mon amour," sighed the Spy, "But the Administrator has tasked me and my team with keeping you under lock and key for the duration of the robot attacks–"
"Robot attacks?"
"Yes. Apparently, a third Mann Brother has created a robot army to destroy Mann co for some reason… The RED team is currently fighting them, but–"
"WHAT?! The REDs are fighting the bots, but not ME?!" roared the Disabler, her exclamation punctuated by another bang.
"Yes. Our team had much the same reaction." said the Spy. "But now you understand why you are locked up. I'm afraid we can't let you out until we receive the order from the Administrator. I suggest you be a good little girl and make this time as pleasant as possible. You will be receiving breakfast soon. Good day."
The Spy walked away from the door and headed towards the stairs. The team looked at each other, then the door, then shrugged. In a groggy clump, they followed the Spy down, ignoring the threats and verbal abuse blaring from the Disabler's room, thinking of breakfast.
