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"Guess this is it then."

The nine mercenaries have finished the long-fought, painful Robot War and now have been fired from their jobs. Gray Mann really thought it was a good idea for his daughter to fight Saxton Hale in unarmed combat to take over Mann. Co. (then again, this is the same guy who made his robots run on money). Hale was confused at first, but he quickly shook it off. He lightly kicked Oliva Mann right in the stomach, who proceeded to pass out. Gray Mann was a man of his word and, reluctantly, called off the war, declaring Hale the winner. They've already celebrated but sadly, they eventually had to pack up and leave. Since this will probably be the last time they'll see each other again, they asked each other what they were going to do once they leave. The mercs have all bonded a lot over the past two years, whether it was celebrating after a successful victory or talking about their families, and even though they still argue and fight each other constantly, they've grown to enjoy being in each other's company.

"Argh… I'm gonna miss ya, smokey."

Engie was sitting around and tampering with his robot hand, spending his last moments with Pyro. He had grown fond of him especially, even though they've only known each other during the robot war, partly because of the help he provided on the battlefield, which was usually air-blasting projectiles away from his buildings and burning Spy bots trying to sap his buildings.

"So, whatcha gonna do after you leave?"

"Mmph mmph mmph," Pyro mumbled through his gas mask.

"Ah, well, you'll find somethin' to do, hope it'll be good," Engie replied. "and not arson." He said under his breath.

Just nearby, Heavy, Sniper, and Spy were also talking nearby. Demo and Scout were also there, but they were both on the floor, passed out. Demo was drunk, (of course) and Scout pissed Heavy off, who then proceeded to knock him out. Medic was in his lab packing away his final things and medical equipment, with Soldier, who offered to help.

"Heh heh. This reminds Heavy. Spy, will you tell him that you are his father?" Heavy pointed at Scout's unconscious body.

"Hmph. I don't know what you're talking about." Spy scoffed.

"Aww, come on. The little bugger deserves to know." Sniper joked.

Before Spy could reply, Miss Pauling came in with a bunch of envelopes with a seal with a strange emblem on the front of each one.

"Hey guys," Miss Pauling said. "You guys got some letters."

"Yes, we can see that," Spy replied. "Are they termination letters? Because Hale already told us in person."

"What? N- probably not… The guys who sent these letters wanted them to be delivered straight to you guys. They said that they didn't want it to get stolen, or something like that. Not again, anyway. Here, take a look." Miss Pauling handed them the mail to each of the mercs. They all opened their envelopes, each containing a letter and a small, very light tablet inside. "I can't stay long, I have to take care of something for the Administrator." The mercs said their farewells to Miss Pauling as she left.

"Hmm, looks interesting," Engie remarked as he picked up his walkie-talkie. "Doc, Soldier! Something came in the mail, y'all might want to take a look at this." They arrived shortly after, looking a little confused. Engie also woke up Scout, who was a little mad at Heavy for knocking him out, and Demo. Engie handed them their envelopes.

While this was happening, Spy unfolded his letter and started reading. The organization that was writing to him was called Smash Bros., he could tell because of the letterhead at the top of the page. Smash Bros… That's right, he's heard about this before. He was on a mission and he overheard people talking about it, but he can't remember the exact details. Something about "too many anime swordfighters" or something like that.

Dear Former RED Team Spy,

We're pleased to invite you to our fighting tournament, Smash Bros. This tournament is held to hone fighting skills, and to bond with the other fighters already participating in between fights. There are also missions we could assign to you that you could complete for payment in gold (they are unrelated to the tournament). If you do accept this invitation to the tournament, we'll let you stay in the mansion where all the fighters live. If you would like to, you could visit your family any time you would like. One more thing I would like to mention is that there is a dark, evil monster that might try to fight us in the future, so you might want to consider that before joining. Though, we've seen in your documentary video game that you have fought monsters similar to the one I am referring to. It would be very much appreciated if you would join us, but if you can't or don't want to, that would be perfectly fine. If you would like to join, take out the small tablet in the letter and confirm your choice. Thank you, and we look forward to seeing you here.

[S]

…well, he certainly wasn't expecting that.

"Yo, can someone tell me what this says?" Scout asked. "I would also like to know what this says!" Soldier shouted.

"It's about a fighting tournament," Sniper sighed. The others definitely would have helped them read if it wasn't for the fact that they were fighting robots every other day.

"Woah, really?! That sounds freakin' awesome!" Scout exclaimed. The other mercenaries all shared their thoughts on the letter. Surprisingly, most of them were interested in joining the tournament. Scout wanted to join because he thought it'd be cool, plus he was getting paid for completing missions. Demo also wanted to join, because his mom would probably push him to get a new job as soon as she found out that he had gotten fired. (it technically isn't a job but he was still going to get paid.) Medic thought of all the opportunities to experiment on, I mean, heal others since it was a fighting tournament and all. The rest of the group mostly just went along with it, since they didn't have any plans after they got fired from Mann Co. Spy needed a little convincing, since he probably had better things to do, but then caved since the rest of his team was going, and they're probably the only friends he'd ever have in his lifetime, so he (reluctantly) decided to tag along.

They all picked up their discarded letters and pulled out the tablets inside. The tablets immediately came to life as soon as they got their hands on them, except Medic, who had to take his gloves off. The tablet asked them if they wanted to join or not, and the group all pressed the "Yes" option. Something crossed Sniper's mind after he pressed the button.

"Wait how are we gonna get there-"

A bright rainbow-colored light surrounded the tablets after they pushed the buttons, which slowly spread and covered the mercenaries! They all also started to hover a few inches above the ground which made all of them start to scream and shout in a confused panic.

"VAT IS HAPPENING?!"

"AHHHHHHHH!"

In a blink of an eye, they landed with a thump. "Ugh, merde." Spy cursed as he got up and dusted himself off. He looked around to see that he and his team weren't in their living quarters anymore. He found his group within walking distance of a very large, nice-looking mansion.

"...What the hell?"