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"Puuuuuush! Push like you mean it!" SLV Soldier shouted, as his team entered the fourth hour of their rigorous Sensha-do training, combined with their two tanks and the crews doing all sorts of tasks and scenarios ranging from 1v1 throu classic TF2 gamemodes up to switching the crew positions mid-fight to enhance the understanding of each role the crew member had on top of crew replacement capability. "Hut, hut, hut! Charge it Doc!" He added, rushing forward at the line of defense with Kritzkrieg-wielding Medic behind him.
"Hmm, they sure look confident in a way they work." Olga said to herself, observing their routine from afar thanks to borrowed binoculars.
"I do hope they keep themselves in check during the match with Saunders though." BLU Engineer added, joining her with his futuristic head gear.
"We all do, trust me." Olga responded, narrowing her eyes. "All but them."
"Toxicity isn't a solution to practical problem."
"Then what is? Shrugging it off like a thing to live with?"
"Perhabs, I'll give it a shot and see what happens." Engineer responded, making her left eye twitch. "Now then, how about we discuss it... Over..." He continued, backing down a few steps before RED Pyro smashed the fake wall behind him with his Powerjack and revealed a full set of BBQ grill with BLU Soldier trying to grill a fish on it. "... There."
"Aye! That will do." BLU Demoman smiled, grabbing a random whiskey bottle from the fridge before looking outside to see BLU Soldier throwing dandruff from his hair at the BLU Scout and RED Sniper. "They are getting a sticky end, don't they?" He asked himself before turning around and drinking the bootle because why he wouldn't.
"Hmph... Yes, they do." BLU Heavy responded, biting his sandwitch Wit reluctant look to the side, where Scout rolled back and forth in agonal pain. Or at least that's what the latter thoiugh since he haven't been assaulted with dandruff anytime prior.
"Oh yeah, I assure ya' lad." Demo added with a smile, looking like if he wanted to make a prank. "How about we go microwave some forks?"
"... Fine, I don't have better stuff to do anyway."
"So, better?" BLU Engineer asked, as he and Olga enjoyed a solid steak made by Soldier and Pyro.
"Mhm, that Snickers add wasn't lying."
"You're not yourself when you're hungry?"
"I don't remember the exact wording but yes."
"Glad to hear it, pardner." Texan mercenary smiled, taking out one of his wrenches and resting it on his right shoulder. "So, where in the Sam Hill do we begin?"
"I brought a lot of bloody bombs with me..." BLU Demoman said with growing passion as he and Heavy locked themselves in a basement alongside a ludicrous ammoun of forks and microwaves.
"Hmmm... Good stuff." Heavy nodded, opening the first microwave he had in arm's range and stuffing a bunch of forks into it.
"Can I ask what are you two doing?" Svetla asked them, standing in the doorframe and scrutinising them with malicious face.
"Oh yes!" Demoman laughed, pressing few buttons on the microwave and turning it on. Afterwared, the trio went silent while a solid 'mmm' noises did their job.
"... Was something supposed to happen?" Svetla asked, ending their collective confusion.
"You were supposed to ask us about what we do." Heavy responded while Demo turned around and looked at the blue spark inside the microwave.
"Soo... What are you doing?" Svetla asked them again, slightly flinching at the sounds of bouncing metal from behind the Demo.
"Microwaving forks!" Black Scottish Cyclops exclaimed before a one-frame explosion threw them all outside.
"If you wanna now, I'm giving you a second beatin' absolutely free!" SLV Scout taunted, crouching next to kneeling RED Scout while sticking his Boston Basher into latter's mouth.
"None of us tolerates failure on this team!" SLV Soldier added, casually deflecting Sniper's Jarate back at him with the shovel's backhand play. "And trying won't cut it this time. We are the absplute top team of Tiny Desk Corporation, not of Mann Co like your apple blossoms." He added with a nod before SLV Scout send him flying with a quickly executed tauntkill. "Now then, who's ready for a team deathmatch? Winner decides tactic on Saunders!"
"Dammit fellas, we can't get a single while of meaningful conversation these days." BLU Engineer said with annoyance as he and Olga made their way to the storage rooms, where a considerable sizes of burned walls informed them about the reasoning for explosive alarm.
"It was them." Svetla told them, pointing behind herself at BLU Heavy and Demoman being arrested by RED Soldier and Sniper.
"What did they do?" Olga asked.
"Microwaved a fork, that's what they did." Svetla responded, making the two silent out of astonishing dumbassery the situation held.
"Why?" Engineer asked after a while, scratching his nose.
"For fun. Your team is really full of idiots."
"Come on now, at least they are likeable if you get to know them better." RED Medic added, showing up to the scene with a broom and several bonesaws.
"I didn't expected you to be a constructer." Svetla said, turning to him with suprised face.
"Naah, our hot-handed friend is busy looking after Scout since that dummkopf couldn't get into SLV Team." He responded, walking away towards the black streaks on the walls with what looked like an archeologist tool pack.
"Now that I think about it, aren't these silver guys overconfident?" Olga asked out loid as the trio anonymously decided to leave the place and talk somewhere else.
"Of course they are, but they have all right to be such given their results." Engineer responded, taking out his smartphone and showing the girls the lines of top grades assigned to the nine tryharding mercs.
"So not only in combat, huh?" Svetla asked out loud.
"Precisely. These guys are dead set on being top tier, just like old Kuromorimine." Olga added, making Engie flinch.
"Old Kuromorimine? Don't remind me of that."
"They were that bad?"
"They were I make five of my students fucking drown of it means our victory bad." BLU Team's Texan said, narrowing his eyes underneath the goggles. "Silver Team is obsessed with winning, but on top of that they are just bullies. Kuromorimine was a structure that prefered victory over life in a sport for a teenagers. So please, and I cannot stress this enough, don't compare these two. Our job is a little bit easier given our position inside our school."
"Why so harsh?" Olga asked him, rather untouched by the serious turn of action.
"You remember what RED Team's Medic said about my team being a bunch of likeable idiots? Then let me tell you that I'm their babysitter." Engineer sighed as the trio found themselves a long bench in front of the building's entreance.
"You are?" Svetla asked him, rising an eyebrow.
"You know, on top of the goofy fun, meeting eachother's boomsticks and outworthy combat each team is a family. Dysfunctional, barely tolerant towards eachother, but still a family." Engineer said, waving his hand slowly towards passing by RED Demo and Pyro. "And while the RED Team is the generally most common depiction of us, mine boys are their less cautious part and Silver Team is more competetive version of them." He added, taking out a can of non-alcoholic beer. "And Reds will eventually join us on this one, they can't stand losing the frontal spot as the most representative students of our school of T.D.C.'s mercenary team... Right?"