Chapter 6: Celebration and Separation
That night, back at the base, the mercs celebrated their victory over beer and poker. Right now Medic, Soldier, Strategist and Heavy were playing for a hefty pot of $1,545.
Heavy: Little teammates cannot beat me. I am best player
Strategist: Don't fanny around big guy. I've got this hand locked down.
Soldier: I refuse to be beaten by the red menace or the losing lady!
Medic: Oh, shut up! All of you! I'm trying to concentrate.
Everyone was dealt their last cards and made their final decisions.
Heavy: I fold. Cards are weak.
Medic: Bah! Zhese cards are vorthless.
Soldier and Strategist were staring each other down, ready for what the other would do.
Soldier: I raise.
Strategist: I go all in.
This sudden action surprised, since going all in was a risky move. With that, Soldier showed his cards.
Soldier: Haha, A straight flush! Top that, sister!
Strategist: *Gives a wicked smile* A royal flush!
Soldier's smile disappeared from his face, which was replaced with disappointment. Some of the mercs cheered for Strategist as she laughed and racked up all of her winnings and left the table, not wanting to lose it all by being stupid. As the next group sat down to play, the phone rang in the other room.
Engineer: I got it.
He walked to the other room and picked up the phone, surprised to hear Miss Pauling of all people.
Engineer: Yeah Miss Pauling, what do yall need?
The smile disappeared from Engi's face as Miss Pauling told him what was going on. It was that time of the month again for the mercs.
Engineer: I see Miss Pauling, I'll go tell them.
Engie hung up the phone and walked back to the rec room, a look of sadness on his face. Unfortunately, the others saw his gloomy look.
Scout: Yo, hardhat! Why da long face?
Engineer looked at Scout, sadness still in his face. Scout remembered that face, it was THAT face.
Scout: Aw crap. Not again!
Engineer: 'Fraid so, string-bean. Everyone, listen up. Blutarch has just bought out six of you to be on BLU.
The recruits looked at the laborer confused.
Decoy: What does this mean?
Engineer: It means six of us are gonna be on RED and six of us are on BLU. This happens from time ta time.
Scientist: Oh, that's a load of baloney!
Engineer: I know, but this happens for a reason. The six that are leaving are Me, Scientist, Strategist, Demo, Spy, and Medic.
The mercs looked down to the floor, sad that they're all being separated and have to fight each other.
Engineer: We got ta go in a few minutes. I suggest we pack.
With that, the six got up and went to their rooms to get their stuff and move on out.
When the six got to BLU base, they changed into their BLU counterpart uniforms and went to their rooms. Scientist was in his BLU lab thinking of how the mercs always switched teams. It was a pointless en devour. Why couldn't there be two of the same person on each team? Then an idea hit him. There can be two of the same person for each team, all that is needed is a little science and a lot of crazy. After tomorrow's match, he'll get to work on this new project.
This is just a short story chapter to leave room for the Idea later down the road. Also, I'll be easing off the chapters for a few days, but I'll be around... somewhere on here.