The following day was a Ceasefire Day, meaning that there were no battles and the mercenaries were allowed to spend the day, or how every many days they had, to relax and not worry about anything particularly bothersome for the meantime.

Each teammate spent these days differently: Medic would be shut in her medical ward, experimenting on cadavers or using Heavy as the experimental guinea pig surprisingly with his consent and not against his will.

Engineer would pretty much be the same in terms of being alone, locking himself in his workshop, tinkering with his sentry guns or trying to make new machines.

Sniper would spend his time up in the sniping deck, usually practicing his aim on rusty cans or just catching up on lost sleep.

Scout, Demo, and Soldier would all spend the day drinking, laughing uncontrollably (and sometimes crying uncontrollably) at the television even though most of the time the television was nothing but static.

Spy would almost always be outside surprisingly, smoking and watching the sky, seemingly just daydreaming about whatever it was the team spook seemed to be thinking about.

Pyro would also be outside, but away from everyone else, as they burnt several large pieces of wood and rubble, causing a large bonfire and then they started dancing around it gleefully.

But instead of what Pyro usually did, they decided to go and make conversation with Spy. They wanted to see why the Frenchman was so hostile towards everyone and maybe, just maybe, make a new friend out of him. Pyro wandered over to the base's large balcony wing, which had an amazing view of the sunset and Spy went there because it was usually secluded from and no one else ever went there. Expect Pyro now, of course. Spy leaned against the cool metal railing of the balcony, a cigarette between his fingers as he stared straight ahead. He sensed that there was someone behind him and immediately knew who it was.

"Monsieur Pyro, why are you bothering me again?" Spy sighed

Luckily Pyro had brought a notepad and pencil to write down what they were trying to say, so it would be easier to communicate. Pyro wrote, "I want to be your friend, Spy." , and handed the paper to him.

"My friend? Why ze hell do you want to be mon friend?" Spy turned around to face his teammate, who was busy writing down something else to answer him.

Handing him another piece of paper, "Because everyone else is friends with me, so why can't you be?"

Spy sighed, clearly annoyed, "I don't want nor need friends. I am perfectly happy being alone. We've been over this, Monsieur"

Another paper, "Too bad, you are my friend end of story."

Spy gave the gimp-suited pyromaniac a glare, 'Now wait-!"

Spy's protest was cut off as he was pulled into an unexpected hug by Pyro and nearly had his ribs crushed in the excruciatingly strong hug. Spy pulled himself free from Pyro's death grip, steaming, "Listen here, you mumbling freak. I do not want to be ever your friend. Never."

Pyro's shoulders slumped as they seemed to be saddened by Spy's anger, then they lifted up their gas mask. Spy's eyes went wide as the mask came completely off.

"But, Spy. . .I want to be your friend. Please?"

Why was Spy so shocked when Pyro took off his mask?

Well, that's because he. . .

. . .is a she!?

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Spy was utterly shocked, "You. . .You're a woman?"

Pyro gave the shocked Frenchman a smile, "Yea, why is that so surprising? I mean Medic, Scout, and Demo are all women."

Spy shrugged as he flicked the embers of his cigarette over the balcony's railing, "I suppose that makes sense. I just always thought zat you were a man, seeing that you are rather. . .large in your asbestos-lined suit and seemed more manly and ruthless while fighting."

Pyro grinned, "Well, I'll take that as a compliment"

Spy didn't answer as he was too busy staring at his unmasked teammate, studying her features. Pyro had deep dark red shoulder length hair, which seemingly glowed in the sunlight. Contrast to her bright yet dark colored hair, she had pale skin, also as white as paper, her pale complexion was probably due to the face she always had a mask on, shielding her from the sun's rays. Her eyes were rather big and were also a bright blue like Spy's eyes were and they shone with a childlike sparkle. But her parts of pale skin was covered in burn marks and scars. To anyone not knowing her, they probably would have thought that she was a disfigured monster.

But in Spy's eyes, she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.

Spy realized he had been staring at her for too long, clearing his throat and began to say, "So why do you really want to be mon friend?"

Pyro sat on the railing as she thought of an answer to Spy's question yet again, "I just felt like you were. . .I don't know. Lonely?"

Instead of glaring at being called 'lonely' again, Spy simply sighed, "I prefer being alone. It's my job to be alone and invisible, one way or another. So I didn't believe making friends with our teammates was more important than surviving each battle and getting paid. I told myself I was here to do a job with eight other men and women of varying levels of insanity, nothing more."

"But, would that change? Could we be friends?"

"Possibly. We could try and be friends. . ."

Pyro jumped off the railing and walked over closer to Spy, smiling. She opened her arms, "Hug?"

Spy crossed his arms, "Non"

Pyro frowned, then grinned as she had an idea. She pouted, giving a look so adorable that if cuteness could kill. This would be a brutal murdering of cuteness. Spy seemed unfazed by his friend's tricks but sighed muttering, "Fine, just one hug. You're lucky I am a gentleman".

Pyro squealed in delight as she wrapped her arms around his upper torso, what with him being at least a foot taller than her, and hugged him tightly. Spy returned the display of affection, smiling slightly to himself

"So this is what having a friend feels like?"

"It feels good. . ."

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And just in case people are a tad confused, here are the team's genders!

Male; Spy, Engineer, Soldier, Sniper, and Heavy.

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Female: Pyro, Demo, Scout, and Medic.