Hmmmm it's been awhile right, or is it just me. Well someone did a constructive review and showed me what I was doing wrong so from now I'm going to TRY and be more descriptive and make my chapters longer. But to all my loyal readers. Danke. And if your not a loyal reader you need to be, oh and sorry no more parentheses. Tell me if you like the longer chapters. And does anyone know how to get like a line break? If so please tell me.

A sense of darkness was slowly washing away. Well for the RED Scout at least. He had just opened his eyes a few seconds ago. He was still very dizzy. He had a headache. And he had the worst pain in his arm he had ever had. It took him a few seconds, but he finally remembered what had happened. He had been captured, during a cease fire too. He was going to have to ask the Soldier, their resident expert on war about that. He remembered being locked in a room handcuffed, or tied he couldn't remember to a chair. Then after being interrogated. He managed to find a can of Bonk and escape. Well of course with a little help from the team. He decided to put this behind him and look around the room he was currently in. For starters it had a horrible clean smell. A too clean smell. The kind of smell you get when a person just killed someone and bleached the room. It was also pure white. Once again as if someone took too much time cleaning the room. Scout decided to not linger on that for too long. He looked down at the table he was laying on. It of course was a standard medical examination table. He looked up that the medicine cabinet next to him. It didn't seem to have much medicine in it, it had Cyanide and something that looked like it had Anthrax written on it. He wondered how any of these things could help anyone. The RED Scout heard the door open and footsteps come in through the door. He heard a large sniff, and then whistling. He knew it was the Medic when he heard the German singing. He looked over to see the Medic in something reminiscent of a uniform. It looked like a doctors coat with a dress shirt underneath. It also had boots that seemed to make a loud boot noise whenever the Medic walked. He also noticed the sign for a medic on his shoulder. A sharpening sound rang through the room. The Scout guessed he was sharpening his knives, but for what. The Scout had always never liked doctors. They had always did two things. Gave him shots, and touched in balls. Not ways you endear yourselves to boys. And the doctor he had as a kid. Doctor Anderson, had always seemed to take a little bit too much pleasure in checking him. But the Medic was different, but in a creepy murder way. The RED Medic turned around and noticed the Scout was looking at him.

"Oh Scout I did, not expect you to be up yet... heh." he threw the to knives in his hands in the sink behind him. "Um... so how are you right now? Are you suffering from ze headaches? Nausea Pain? Exhaustion? Zhese could be signs of brain damage and could be cause for me to operate!"

However bad his headaches got, Scout would NEVER trust the Medic to put a knife anywhere near his brain.

"No doc, thanks for checking though."

"Good, because we are going to move to begin ze filming TODAY!"

" Woah, what filming doc-" the Scout asked somewhat curious.

"Gah, zhere is no time we must get on ze bus immediately!" the Medic began picking up his things and sticking them in a bag. The bag also had a medic sign on it. The Medic picked up a few things. Something that looked like a blueprint, a Medical Book, the Anthrax bottle, and some X-rays that resembled the Heavy. The Scout felt kinda awkward jut standing there.

"So, what can I do man?" the Scout asked.

"Nozing, I suggest you get going to ze bus!"

The Scout said goodbye, and walked to his room. There wasn't much to see in the hallway. It was after a egg white hallway with doorways with signs that represented there job. He walked to his door the one with the winged foot. He opened the door, and went through. There was nothing in his room special except for a few baseball posters. But he didn't really want to take anything along. He noticed on his bed was a bag with the same sign as the one on his door. He looked around for anything worthwhile. He didn't see much worth taking, so he just took the bag and left. He decided to run for a nearby exit. Of course he had no idea where an exit would be. So he decided to find someone that could tell him. He ran down the same corridor it appeared for ages. It was white with a red stripe. It had turns, but the Scout decided not to take them, after all he had no idea where he was. He noticed the Demoman running down the hall towards him singing a obscure Scottish song. When he noticed the Scout he perked up.

"Eh, lad hows it goin. Ya know you're supposed to be going the other way right?"

"Um sure, I was just trying to find you."

"HA, then off we go!" the Demoman said running off. The Scout followed him in hopes of finding an exit, although he really didn't trust him. He was drunk have the time so who could trust him. He noticed that the Demoman was also wearing something that looked like a uniform. It was a short red shirt and then a longer white shirt underneath with a vest with grenades attached to them. He also noticed that both the Demoman's bag and shoulder had the same bomb marking. He assumed this was his insignia. After a minute or so of jogging they came to an exit. Well if you can call a single glass door in the middle of a white hallway an exit. They left through the door, and near the building was a bus. The same bus that he came in on. He entered the bus and sat down. He sat there for a few minutes staring out at the endless desert. He wondered if that's where all there bases were, in the middle of nowhere. The Scout had always thought of the desert as the sea of sand. It was never ending just like the sea. So he thought the name was fitting. A few minutes of waiting later the rest of the team came. They all filed into the bus. The Sniper sat next to him. The bus immediately began to pull off. Since there were no roads around the driver just drove straight off. The Scout noticed another bus pulling out too, he could only guess who was in that one. He looked to his left. The Sniper had just sat down next to him. The first few minutes of the ride were filled with silence, but slowly people began to talk. Most of these conversations were trivial. A few were of some value, for instance the Medic was discussing with the Engineer how to create a weapon that could deliver poison. As stated earlier some were not, for instance the Demoman and Heavy arguing over which was better, bombs or bullets. The Demoman stated that since bombs could explode and create shrapnel or "the things that are always stuck in you fatty". The Heavy argued that "Sasha can put out more bullets than you can bombs" so therefore bullets were superior. The conversation continued, but the Scout tuned these out.

"Well I guess we should be talkin' mate. How are ya likin this place?" the Scout turned his head, the Sniper had asked the question.

"Um, I guess it's decent I mean people are getting killed, but at least they aren't gone for good right. So overall it's decent..."

"Hehehehe, I like it a lot mate. It's my dream job. Precision Elimination. Just like the bush." the Scout wondered was everyone one a half-crazy killing enthusiast.

"So um, how did you get here?"

"Well, it's a long story mate," the Sniper looked out the window to the expanse of the desert, "but it looks like we have a lot of time. Well it all started when I went in for my interview..."

The Sniper had just entered the lobby of a non-descript building in Australia. He went up to the receptionist and told her his name. She looked down at clip board and nodded at the nearby seat. The Sniper was one of those people that plan for any situation. So instead of picking up a magazine like the rest of the "wankas" he sat down in his seat and studied his surroundings. It was a red room, with windows perfect for a sniper to look through and BAM, headshot. He moved over a seat to get out of any possible assassination attempt through the windows. He then looked at the nearby desk with magazines placed on it. It seemed safe. He quickly checked under the magazines and underneath the table for any explosives. After seeing these were safe. He looked at the only other person besides the receptionist in the room. It was a woman, quite attractive by some standards, but the Sniper trusted no one. The woman looked up and smiled, but the Sniper just stared her down. After a few awkward moments the woman looked down. A few minutes later someone called the Sniper in. He stood up and followed the man that called him in. As he was walking, he noticed that hallway was completely white. Finally the man stopped and pointed to a door in the hallway. The Sniper entered the door. Inside was a man, although he couldn't see his face. There was a table chair and a single lightbulb. He sat down and looked at the man. The man at first didn't speak, but finally he reached into the darkness and pulled out a file with "Secret" stamped on it.

He opened the folder and said, "So it says that you are a skilled marksman, correct?"

"Bloody hell I am, the best in the buisness, you know back in the day I used to be the best kid with those pellet guns I-"

"Thank you, but that is all we really need to know."

The Sniper frowned, "I thought this was a bloody interview not a questionare!"

"Well, that is all we really need to know. Although your resigme says you were once arrested for hunting an rare endangered animal. Do you care to explain?" the man said.

"That's a funny story I used to go hunting, and this one time I happened along this beautiful Leapord, I had to go to Africa of course. She was a smart one too. I had to stalk her for days. Drinking only decaf coffee, and pissing in a jar. But when I got her cornered it turns out I left my rifle. So I had to cut her down with my bare hands! I gave the pelt to my mom, and I keep the teeth on a hat of mine."

"Hmmmmmm," the man was obviously interested, "amazing, well you are hired."

There was a pause for a second. "What, you got to be joking!" the Sniper said amazed that a story about his illegal enterprises could get him hired.

"Yes, you will be in the position of Precision Elimination." He passed a file to the Sniper.

"This contains the location of everything you will need for the job, and the location and the means to get to the location, where your job will begin.

The Sniper looked down at the file. It was also labled secret. When he opened it, a few photos came out. Mostly of different sniper rifles.

"We have different equipment, for you to choose from." the man said.

The Sniper looked up from the file, "Thanks for the offer, but I got my own rifle," he thought for a second, "but it could sure use some modifications."

He could almost see the man smile, "We can do that."

"And that's where I got this beaut' right here." the Sniper pointed to his weapon. "It moves fast. So fast that by the time you hear her, your already dead!"

To the Scout the rifle was nothing special, but it looked like it was to the Sniper so the Scout held his tounge. Not literally of course.

"Well, thanks Sniper for the tale, but uh I thought you said it was going to be long..." the Sniper just laughed, but not the happy kind of laugh, the creepy murder laugh.

All of sudden the bus stopped the Scout hadn't been paying attention, but it appeared that they had stopped in front of another empty area in the middle of nowhere. When the Scout looked down he realized they were above the area where they were supposed to be. There was a large gravel wall on one side of the arena. The first thing he noticed was that there was a small house with blue colors on it. There was also three metal circles with a a holographic verion of the RED logo. He started to peek over the edge but, their bus pulled up and the bus driver began honking, a sign for them to get off.

As soon as they got off the bus the Soldier yelled, "LET'S MOVE FILMING BEGINS NOW!"

The Scout would have to figure out what was going on later, and maybe for once nothing bad would happen to him.

Scout: So guys what filming are we talking about.

Spy: I believe we are filming your mother (snort)!

Scout: Dude, you aren't even the right spy to be making jokes about my mom.

Medic: Gah, pipe down dumpkophs, as usual ze reviews are appreciated and flamers are always welcome!