A/N: I wonder if I have to change the rating to M down the line...? Nah, it won't-I hope.


Location: Topeka, Kansas

"Mr. Doe. You realize you cannot be doing this to the students," a older man wearing a suit said.

"With all due respect sir, discipline is a requirement in my class. Anyone who fails to stay in line must be disciplined," said the man across of him. He wore a white shirt tucked into gray pants and boots. Strangely, the man also wore a metal WWI helmet.

"But you cannot make them run ten miles or another ridiculous punishment!"

"If you must know, this is what I had to do when I misbehaved,"

"Mr. Doe, times have changed. We can be sued if this continues. Please go easy on the students, if I get one more call, then I'll have to let you go. Understand?"

"...Fine, Principal Harris,"

"Good, now go. It's getting late,"

Jane Doe stood up, saluted and marched out of his office. As he exited, Harris sighed, "Why did I even hire him?"

Back in Jane's office, or rather closet, the man formally known as only Soldier slumped into his chair. Ever since the team disbanded, life was pretty boring, well, at least for him.

He got a job as the Phys Ed teacher at a local high school, but it turns out it wasn't the same as how it was almost a decade ago. Turns out you can't run your mouth at anyone under eighteen nor force them to do a thousand pushups AND run ten miles.

But doing such things was part of his mentality, after all, he did kill a bunch of Nazis back in the war, as well as a bunch of BLU scum.

"Screw the system," he said to no one in particular. "I said I will whip these sorry kids into tip top shape enough to fight off the Communist invaders. This is what I signed up for! But how...? Everything I do is frowned upon by my superiors,"

Jane never faced this problem before as whatever he did went unchecked and wasn't judged by others unless it posed a threat.

He sighed. "Maybe something will come to mind...eventually," he packed his stuff into a duffle and left his "office".


Jane lived in an apartment near the school, it wasn't fancy or anything but it was better than nothing. The rent was fair and the people around the place were ok. He walked up to his door and unlocked it. He threw his bag on the couch before slumping down next to it.

Contrary what most people think, the apartment was quite neat. Little did people know, Jane is very organized and had standards of cleanliness. He kept this a secret from his fellow soldiers though, as he thought it made him look...soft.

"I wish Sgt. Bites was here," he thought. "He would have some ideas on what to do,"

His stomach suddenly growled, and he got up and headed for the fridge. He opened it and found he was fresh out of food.

"Oh, right...I was supposed to buy something today," he sighed as he closed the door. "I knew I was forgetting something," he partially forgot about buying more food because of his talk with the principal.

He grabbed his wallet and keys and headed for the market.


The closest market was not far from his apartment, but he had to cut through the city park to do so. There wasn't anything that was particularly harmful in the park itself, but it was dusk, and this is the perfect time for criminals to prowl the streets.

Jane himself never encountered any trouble makers, probably due to the fact that he never ventured out during the night, but the devoted American was more than a match for any common criminal.

"Dah dah da dah da da dah, da da da da dah da..." he hummed to himself as he marched down the concrete path. "Man I wish Merasmus was here, he would LOVE this park right no-wait a sec..." his ears picked up something and his "training" kicked in.

He took off into a sprint before sliding into cover behind a nearby tree. "I got a good feeling about this!" he said. "The enemy won't know what hit them!"

"SCREAMING EAGLES!" he launched into the thicket of bushes where he heard the sound, fist ready to pummel whoever was below it.

Earlier

(Unknown POV)

"Why, why the ringing?" I asked myself. "I've worked with explosives all my life and I still hear it,"

That was the first thing that I heard when I regained consciousness. After the ringing went away and I regained my sense of hearing, I willed myself to get on one knee. A task like that would be easy for me, but it was not, since my body exploded with pain from all sides.

I quickly did a check over myself, my gray sweatshirt had some tears but was still wearable, likewise with my jeans. My helmet was ok, same could be said for the goggles strapped to it and my blue bandana tied around my neck. However my bulletproof vest was damaged to such degree that massive holes formed through the protective platings. I quickly took it off and discarded it.

"I guess regeneration only heals and not soothe pain," I muttered as I stood up.

Only then I noticed something, "Hey! Where's my explosives?" I quickly looked around but found nothing, no rocket launcher, no grenades, nothing. Luckily my PSG (Pocket Shield Generator) was still attached to my belt buckle. "Great, now I have to get my hands dirty if I encounter someone or something...say where am I?"

Let's see: trees, bushes, good amount of litter...I'd say I'm at a park. Most likely a park in a large city.

At least, I hope it is.

"And the PDD (Portable Dimension Device) is gone too," and to think my sister was the irresponsible one. Great going Jaz.

My name is Jasmine Prowl (just call me Jaz, please). One of the Allies' explosive experts, and one of the co-founders. My sister is Jocelynn "Joli" Prowl, another explosive expert and another one of the co-founders, though I don't know where she is right now...I hope she's fine...nah, she should be...right?

I stepped out onto the main path and decided to follow it. I could tell it was getting dark from the dimming light.

"Stranded somewhere, with no weapons, and no form of communication...why does this sound familiar?" I thought.

My thoughts were interrupted when I was yanked off the path by the back of my sweatshirt. I hit the ground hard before rolling onto my stomach.

"What's a lovely girl like you out here so late?"

I looked up to find myself surround by three guys. And all of them look like they're up to no good.

Could this day get any better?

"Oh nothing, just taking the in scenery," I replied. "What are YOU three doing out here?"

"We're spying on peop-ow!" the guy to my left was hit by the guy right of him.

"Dammit Hank, are you that brain dead to tell someone what were actually doing?!"

"Sorry, she did ask, Dale,"

"Now I know why you flunked high school,"

I was feeling less and less intimidated by the second with these guys, maybe I could use this to my advantage to get away without harming them.

'Click!'

"Don't even think about running away," the third guy said as he pressed a pistol to my head.

Welp, I tried...guess someone has to get hurt.

I quickly turned and bent the guy's wrist upward, breaking it and making him drop the gun. He yelped in pain causing the other two to stop arguing.

"Get that bitch!" he said before I sucker punched his face and knocking him out.

Dale pulled out a knife while Hank pulled out another pistol. "Girl has some fire to her, I like it!" Hank said.

"Shut up Hank!"

"Sorry,"

Dale rushed towards me with his knife. I dodged his slashes before grabbing the blade and snapping it off its handle. He looked at his broken knife before looking up at me again. "What the fuck?"

"Do I shoot her?"

"Uh, YEAH!"

I used my left arm to shield myself from the gunshots. Holes appeared in the said sleeve, but I kept advancing towards Hank. I snatched the gun from him and snapped it in half with my right hand.

"Um, Dale, she broke the gun..."

"I know that you idiot!"

"And this was my favorite sweater..." I said as I knocked out Hank. "Now what about you...?"

I pondered over what to do with Dave when I heard a familiar battle cry, but I couldn't put a finger on who it was,

"SCREAMING EAGLES!"

"What's that?" I wondered out loud.

Suddenly a man came out of nowhere and slammed his fists onto of Dave's head, almost like what a hammer does to a nail. The said man crumpled to the ground, unconscious.

"GAHHHHHH!" the man shouted. "Who wants some?"

Only the wind responded to the man's threat.

"...awwwwh," he pouted before glancing at me. "Hi, Jaz...wait what?"

Realization soon struck me. "Soldier?" I sputtered.


(3rd Person POV)

"You're a P.E teacher?" Jaz asked. "Where?"

"At the one and only Washington High!" Jane responded. "After all that is where I went to high school!"

Th two were back in Jane's apartment sitting in the living room on the couch.

"He went to high school?" Jaz thought. "So, is it going well?"

His uneasiness didn't go unnoticed by Jaz. "Ahh...not as well as I hope it would, soldier," he replied. "They said I'm going too hard for the students,"

"Too hard?"

"Overworking them mostly..."

"Soldier! You can't do the same things you do with the mercs! These are children, not battle hardened soldiers,"

"Yeah...I kinda figured that out, but it just...you know, gets the best of me sometimes," he sighed. "I just want them to grow up with a purpose and not end up as some low life scum sucking maggot,"

The two sat in silence before Jaz spoke up,

"Why don't I come with you tomorrow? Maybe I can help you?"

Jane nodded without a response.

"Soldier, I have a question. What are you doing here and not back at Teufort?"

Jane took off his helmet and looked at it. "RED disbanded ten years ago,"

"Why?"

"BLU team was KIA...forever," he let out a breath before putting his helmet back on. "What about you, Sally? What brings you back here? Is it those goddam aliens again?"

"Well, no. It was...I don't know exactly...but it was unlike anything we've encountered before,"

"Hmph, if you ever get an idea who or what they may be, let me know. I will rip their throats out and crap down their mouths!"

Jaz smiled. Soldier never changed.

"Oh shoot! I forgot I had to run to the market, noooo!" He fumbled towards the door. "I have to get supplies! I'll be back!"

The door slammed behind him as he rushed out.

"I wonder if he ever learned how to properly cook?"

Timeskip

"Soldier, really, I'm fine like this,"

"No, you look like a mess. I will not tolerate this at all,"

"But-"

"No buts! You will look presentable when you come with me,"

Jaz and Jane were both getting ready to head over to the high school, but Jane wanted Jaz to change out of her battle worn clothes into something less battle worn, much to her dismay.

"I am not wearing a tank top, nor those short ass shorts,"

"Why? You know people are going to look at you funny,"

Jaz sighed internally. She knew from experience that arguing with the patriot was both pointless and a waste of time. "Fine, but I'm still bringing my jacket. Now get out so I can change,"

As he left the bedroom, Jaz took off her jacket. With her jacket on, she looks like any other woman her age, nothing special. Without it, however, is another different story. Her physique was akin to a bodybuilder, yet kept her feminine curves. Under the jacket, she wore nothing but a sport's bra, which covered her quite large chest. Her skin was somewhat tan, but on the lighter side. She changed into the white tank top and black shorts before taking a look in a nearby mirror.

"Why do I feel more naked with this on than off?" she thought as she tied her jacket around her waist. She retied her bandana around her neck before replacing her helmet back on top of her head.

"What's taking so long woman? We are already three seconds behind schedule!" Jane shouted.

"Hold your horses Soldier! I'm coming!" she was about to run off when she noticed her PSG was still clipped onto her belt loop of her jeans. She thought twice before grabbing it and slipping it in one of her jacket's pockets. "Might as well bring it, never know what may come up,"

Later

"And here it is!" Jane shouted as he marched straight into his "office". "How'd you like it?"

Jaz mustered a smile as she looked at the so-called office. "It's, ah, nice Soldier," she said. "Holy crap, this isn't even fit the definition of an office. I'd say the cubes look more inviting,"

"Glad you like it!" he said. "It may not be much, but it's something,"

"I was kinda hoping the school would've given you something more "appropriate" since you are a teacher,"

Jane shrugged his shoulder. "Eh, I've seen worse," he replied. "But first things first! Getting you a job,"


'KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK'

"Permission to enter?"

Principal Harris sighed. "Yes, Jane,"

The said man entered Harris' office but behind him was an unfamiliar woman. "Um, Jane, who is that?" he asked, staring at the Amazonian-like woman.

"This is a friend of mine. She will be assisting me today," Jane said.

"Jasmine Prowl, ," Jaz said extending her hand.

"Uh, hi," he said returning the gesture. 'Jeezus, I've never seen a woman that LARGE before' "So Ms. Prowl.."

"Just call me Jaz, I hate formalities,"

"Ah, ok. So, I assume you've both met before?"

"Yes!" Jane responded.

"I've met So-er Jane in New Mexico. He was...a construction worker,"

Harris looked at Jane. "You were a what?"

"A construction worker, didn't you hear?"

Harris sighed internally. "Never mind continue,"

"I meet him as I was wandering around town with my friends. Chatted up and stuff, you know,"

"I see, so I assume you both met up here again by chance?"

"You can say that,"

"Ok, now let's get to business. Why should I let you work with Mr. Doe?"

"Why?"

"What do you mean?"

"You sound like you don't want me to work with Jane. Why?"

"Ah..." he was sweating now. He didn't want to say anything that would tick off the woman. "Well, I don't want another militaristic teacher in the Phys. Ed department,"

"What makes you say that?"

"Your helmet,"

She blinked. "Oh that. I see," she said. "Well, I'm not. This was a gift from me from my dad."

"Really now?"

"I lived in a military family you know. He was a great guy, a legendary soldier. Sad he died though,"

"Oh, I'm sorry about that,"

"Yeah, he died choking on an apple. Tragic,"

"..."

"Anyways, what I find is that Jane has a hard time finding the balance between order and freedom, in lame man terms, I think he has a skewed moral compass. Something that I'm able to fix,"

Harris nodded. "I guess I can make something work. I'll try and fit you in Ms.P-er Jaz,"

Later

The day nevertheless went on as normal. Jaz opted to leave her jacket on in order to not attract anymore unwanted attention. Her main goal was to ensure Jane did not go overboard on his "punishments", but luckily it never happened. Apparently her mere presence was able to whip the classes into proper shape.

"Huh, I was expecting today to be more interesting," Jaz said with a huff.

"Well, at least nothing bad happened," Jane said. "Thanks for watching my back. I really don't want to get fired from here,"

"Hey, that's what friends are for, Soldier,"


A/N: I wanted to write more, but I realized "Holy shiet, this is gonna take FOREVER at this rate". Now I'm at a cross roads, we can take this back to the Teufort gang (the normal route) OR we can look at another merc's life (aka more side stories!).

Tell me what you want in the review If you want the second option, tell me which merc you want to see next.

Jasmine "Jaz" Prowl "The Demolition Twin"
Age: ? (looks 24)
Height: 5' 11''
Weight: 215 lbs
Allied Bio: One of the original founders of the Allies, Jaz and her twin sister Joli were one of the first commando-like soldiers for the Allies. She specializes in explosive weaponry, but when push comes to shove she can use her fists to take down any enemy. Her superhuman strength and other abilities, which is shared with her twin sister, is a result of a forced administration of an unknown serum.

(I've neglected to do other bios so here)

Jacquie "Jackie" Lythan "The Wanderer"
Age: ? (looks 16)
Height: 5' 8''
Weight: 148 lbs
Allied Bio: One
of the original founders of the Allies and the adopted sister of the Head Commander of the Allies, Jackie is a Wanderer, a humanoid creature made up from "cosmic material". She acts as the Allies' HVY Weps specialist. Her innocent and child-like attitude often distracts her from being at her best, but it's probably for a good reason.

CV "The Sentient Robot" submitted by Daniella the Shaper
Age: ?
Height: 6' 1''
Weight: 194 lbs
Bio: Created by the RED Engineer and Pyro, CV was meant to be RED's new robotic ally. But, he was highly distrusted by the rest of RED. One day he was corrupted by a virus, giving him his lazy and carefree personality. However, the virus also corrupted his weapons system, forcing him to rely on his fists until he can figure out how to make them work again.

Arachne "The Spider"
Age: ? (looks 18)
Height: 5' 6''
Weight: 127 lbs
Allied Bio: Formally a robotic spider with a human mind, Arachne acts as the team's intelligence officer/engineer. Her superior intellect is matched by her close combat/assassination skills, which she is quick to use when in trouble, that is if you manage to get past her miniature spider robots.

That's all! Till next time

D.W