Note: HEY! I'm back haha. Well if you want to know what took so long read the chapter and my little note. Anyways I know this chapter has strayed from the comedy and has become more serious. But look at all that action! I can honestly say this story isn't all about fears of cows and punting young teens out windows. Don't worry the next few chapters will be all funny again. But I like the way this one went so I will make a few more in the future. Wow I like to talk. Enjoy!

Red Training Day

Chapter 4: What Happened to the good ol' Days?

"FALL BACK! FALL BACK!" The words echoed across the battlefield. Commander Frank Graham screamed to his troops to retreat. The BLU Team had outnumbered them. The Commander and his troops had walked straight into an ambush. Maurice stood in the middle of the chaos. The sound of countless explosions rang throughout the burning field. He stood, baffled by this defeat. They walked in proud, strong, and unsuspecting of their impending doom. They thought the had the upper hand, the element of surprise! But no. As the three hundred-something men walked onto that field, guns ready... the bombs flew. Hundreds, thousands of bombs soared in the air. As they landed all around the men, they noticed one similar feature that the bombs shared.

The color blue.

Before they could even take the whole thing in... KABOOM! In just five seconds, they lost half their men. More bombs came, only these were different. These were bigger. They never did hit the ground and they were not meant to. The exploded in mid-air, releasing a large shield of foul smelling smoke. They cough and they wheezed. But to no avail. They couldn't see what was heading for them. A whole army of Pyros. Maurice saw them first. He was lucky to be on the outermost part of the gas cloud. He gasped at the sight, and his eyes grew even bigger with fear. The gas had a horrible, disgusting, vile, yet familiar taste. He racked his brain to try and remember what is was. When he figured it out, the results didn't please him. It was an extremely flammable substance used mainly by RED constructing teams to clear out tunnels, so they are safe to build structures within. But even then is it used in small amounts. What surrounded them wasn't close to being small, and it was barely the same thing used by RED. This was modified to be twice as destructive. But the most terrifying thing... was the fact that the version used by RED was more of a jelly like substance. This was not jelly. This was gas. Imagine what would happen to the men in the center of the cloud when the Pyros ignited it. Maurice couldn't stand idle as the men he knew around him were vaporized by the enemy. He loaded his rockets, but that would ignite the gas when launched. He equipped his mighty shovel, but if that made a spark then it could ignite the gas. He could fistfight the Pyro army, but they would probably ignite him, and while he is screaming and running while on fire, that too will ignite the gas. He thought for a moment. They Pyros where almost done preparing. Then, it came to him. He dragged all the men closest to him out of the gas. Although they were still dizzy, they listened to the plan. They all got into position. Maurice pulled out what was only known as the Buff Banner. He pressed the trumpet to his lips, and blew with all his might. The extremely off-note song seemed to have it's effect on the Pyros. They took off their masks to insert earplugs. The Soldier couldn't believe it. The Pyros were actually... POW RIGHT IN THE KISSER! The other men took down the first few with lighting speed. Maurice had discovered that the inside of a Pyro's Gas Mask is very technical. Not only does it keep the fresh air in, but it also amplifies sound. How do you think they find a spy? They simply hear the frequency of the special watch that a spy always wears.

With that army currently preoccupied, he had extra time to find something to clear the smoke with. He searched through everything. But found nothing. His whole team had failed, and he had failed them by not saving them. His fell to his knees in defeat, and waited for the end. A rallying cry pierced the air. A very muffled Go. It actually sounded like "MJOH!" He looked up. RED Pyros, not as many as BLU but still a lot, marched to the scene. They aimed their flamethrowers at the cloud and released a simultaneous push of air. They continued until the gas had moved from them, to the BLU Pyros. This time they loaded up their gas...

And let the fireworks begin.

Medics rushed out to collect the unconscious RED Soldiers from the field. As their backup came, so did BLU's. They fought for hours until Commander Frank Graham screamed those very words. They ran back to the trucks that were still salvageable. After four long hours of driving back to the base, they reached safety. As the Medics unloaded the injured onto a truck headed for the infirmary, the Soldiers got out and went off to eat and sleep. Maurice started to head off when a large hand grabbed his shoulder. He turned around to face Commander Graham, who wore a proud expression on his chiseled face. He looked at Maurice and said "Son if you hadn't devised that plan, then many men would have perished today. You were able to hold them off till we arrived. You are the savior of this battle. Even though we lost, we wouldn't have lasted as long as we did if you hadn't pulled through and saved the team. I am proud of you."

Maurice smiled and gave a big salute "Thank you Sir!" The Commander simply nodded.

"Now, Private Maurice, I need you to do me one more favor," Maurice looked at the commander, awaiting orders. "I need you to wake up." The voice went on and on.

"Wake up. Wake up. Wake up," The voice began changing to that of the Scout recruit. "Hey, Sir wake up."

The Soldier sat up. He was on a small, single person bed. He was sweating a lot. A quick look around told him he was in the infirmary. He rubbed his head and looked at the recruits standing next to him.

"Ugh. What happened?" He asked while trying to rid himself of his headache.

"You fainted"

"And hit the floor pretty hard" Chimed the the twin snipers.

"Yea there was a lot of..." The Medic gagged. "Blood."

"How long was I out?" The Soldier asked.

The group began counting with their fingers. Finally the Scout spoke.

"Bout three days... So you know what that means!"

Maurice knew what he meant, so he let him continue.

"TRAINING DAY!"

"Don't remind me..." Maurice grumbled.

He simply looked at the faces around him. So innocent and pathetic. So here he was. From savior of the day to trainer. He sighed and got out of bed.

What happened to the good ol' days? He thought to himself.

A/N: So sorry this took forever. Actually I forgot about this thing until I got an awesome review in my inbox today. Thank you all who continued to favorite and put this story on alert. You are keeping it alive. I have wrote this one chapter in about one or two hours so please provoke me to keep writing by spreading the word of this masterpiece (yes I know I am modest) so we can keep it going. I'll try to get next chapter started sooner.