A/N: Ditto. Sorry if this took a bit long. School and got caught up writing The Rift stuff.
"I really hope I don't get caught for this," Darla muttered to herself as she went through the multiple messy filing cabinets inside Saxton Hale's office. Saxton Hale had a particular habit of not leaving things where they were, leaving Darla and Ms. Pauling to put them back. Even if he did put them back, it was usually messy. "There is nothing here except for hate mail, and weapon shipment papers," she threw aside a bunch of papers in a huff before adjusting her glasses.
"Why would anyone want to topple Mann Co. anyways?" she thought.
"But sir you must-"
"What is it Mr. Bidel? For the past ten minutes you've been yapping me while I was having my breakfast steak. Now what is it?"
Darla whipped around and quickly tried to find a place to hid, she wasn't supposed to be in here without Ms. Pauling. She quickly hid behind a statue of a yeti.
"Mr. Hale, we've received some information from our sources that highly suggest that Mann Co. is being targeted by an outside source," the butler said. "I suggest you should do something about it,"
"Someone wants to take down my company?" Saxton replied. "Well then they will have to pry it from my cold, dead hands if they wanted to..."
Hale stopped talking for a dramatic pause, but only got an awkward pause instead.
"...not what I was looking for but- do we know who or whom is targeting Mann Co? Cause if it's that hippy group again-"
"I assure you it's not the hippies again, sir,"
"What about Gray Mann? That bastard better not come back to life,"
Bidel shook his head. "The mercs completely obliterated the body of Mr. Mann through some unconventional means, and they've dismantled his entire robot army,"
Hale's face twisted into a grimace. "Bidel, have Pauling and her assistant look after this. I've got a white shark to beat up,"
"Yes sir,"
Darla sighed as both men left the office and returned to the filing cabinets.
"So this the place Demo?" BLU Scout asked the black Scotsman.
"Aye, I've overheard from me RED counterpart that this place serves the best drinks,"
The Bostonian and Scotsman were standing outside the "famed" Waterhole bar. Only Demo wanted to come to the place, but the others wanted someone to watch the drunk, and Scout drew up the short straw.
"C'mon then cyclops, let's go get whatever you want,"
Before the two could do anything else, they saw a guy literally fly out of the bar through the double doors before landing on the ground and eating dirt. Then they saw a woman who size rivaled Heavy's.
"Next time you touch my friend's ass, your head is going right up yours!" she shouted, pointing towards the man before returning inside the bar.
"Something's telling me not to go in there," Scout said and started to pull the Scotsman away.
"Lad, as long as you keep your mouth shut we should be fine,"
"My mouth? What about yours?"
"I'm drunk! You don't have an excuse!"
"You know I think that's what got that guy kicked out," Scout said, motioning to the guy, who vomited before staggering away.
"Whatever lad,"
The two entered the bar and gave a look around. The large woman was sitting on a stool near the door and gave the two a look before returning her attention to the other parts of the bar. Soft music played on a jukebox sitting on the counter. But something was unsettling about the atmosphere, it was quiet.
Too quiet for a bar with this much people inside.
"You know Demo, I think I should wait outside..." Scout started to walk out before getting grabbed by Demo.
"Don't think you're running out me are yah? Man up, lad!"
So far tonight was slightly more relaxing for Willow. With the help of her two new employees, it reduced the stress that Willow had ever since she opened the bar. Mainly the stress with drunken bar patrons. Tonight only one person was kicked out because he had the great idea of groping Gretel's butt.
And he shouldn't had done it in front of her partner/BFF.
How Liz handled it was almost comical...until she heard him hitting the ground with a thud.
"Maybe I am sadistic," she thought as she tapped idly on the counter, a small smirk on her face as she watched the entire ordeal. Then her eyes saw something, two somethings. Walking into the bar was Scout and Demo, except they were wearing blue colored uniforms instead. "I wonder if these are the BLU guys I'd heard about?"
"One bott-er one CASE of your finest scrumpy, lass!" Demo said a little too loud.
"Money?" she said back.
"Uh?" Demo started looking in his pockets. "Tab?"
"No money, no brewskis, sorry house rules,"
Demo groaned. "Scout, can I borrow...?"
"Money's back at the base, cyclops,"
Demo slammed his face onto the counter and began mumbling something incoherent into the wood.
"Soooooo...you guys the BLU guys I've heard about?" Willow asked.
"Yes we are and..."
"Flirt with me and I'll cut your balls off," she didn't allow the Scout to continue what he was saying, for she knew the Scouts were most likely going to flirt with her. "I've already dealt with your RED counterpart, and I'd rather not get my hands dirty...again,"
"You killed him!" Scout shouted in shock.
"No, just knocked him out, bad choice of words am I right?" she chuckled.
"Yeah..."
"You know...can you do me a favor?"
"Favor?"
She nodded.
"Like what?"
"Oh nothing, just pick something up for me," she said. "Maybe give you two a case for your trouble,"
"We'll do it!" Demo said as he shot up. 'What is it now?"
"I have a shipment coming in, and I need to pick it up. I would send someone like those two to do it but as you can see," she motioned around. "I'd rather not,"
"Aye, we'll do it!"
"What abo-" Demo covered Scout's mouth.
"Good! It should be at the post office," she said. "Oh and one other thing..."
"What?"
Her expression darkened. "It better not be in shambles or else..." she whipped out her pocketknife and threw it at a patron who had Liz in a chokehold. The knife embedded itself in the man's neck and he fell to the ground screaming.
"..."
Demo and Scout could only look in horror as the man writhed on the ground, blood spraying from the wound.
"Got it?"
"Hold this," Ms. Pauling said as she handed Darla a smoking revolver. "Now is that the last guy on the list?"
"Uh...yeah,"
"Does it look like suicide?"
"...I guess so?"
The two were standing in a lavish apartment and in front of them was a slightly overweight man in an armchair . He wore a traditional suit and tie and had a parting hairline. Blood slowly trickled out of the bullet wound on the side of his head. In his right hand, a revolver similar to theirs.
"Good," she said, blowing a stand of hair out of her face. "And I thought he wouldn't ever stop talking, what's next?"
"..."
"Darla?"
"What..?" she blinked. "Oh, sorry, I blanked out. What was that?"
"You ok? Cause that's like the third time today you've done that,"
"T-t-that's nothing, my mind just...wanders sometimes,"
"...ok, so what's next?"
"Um, met with a Mr. Halberd?"
"Mr. Halberd...this will be interesting,"
A/N: I ran out of ideas...I'm surprised how much people like this story, let me know why you guys do in a review.
Till next time,
-D.W