Chapter Two: Mission
Today's mission has been going on for five minutes. So far our defenses are set up nicely. We have to control territory today, the dry heat of this place isn't doing me any good in this suit. I won't take this suit off for anything though.
The mission is seeming to be simple enough, why do we need all nine of us here? Engie is close to the front lines, building up his Dispenser and looks like he's got that Sentry of his going up. Spy is lurking around, I can see that small wisp of smoke moving around. The goggles on this gas mask have a nice filter, some things just seem easier to catch. Medic and Heavy are stomping around at the front line. Where is the other team? Sniper is pretty far back, though the glint of his scope is small, I can see it. The small dot it emits for aiming is near my feet, I guess he's just checking the accuracy, though it's never been off... Scout is frittering around, at least he's around the front line. Demoman is just behind a shed drinking, the smell of strong whiskey cuts through my mask.
I hear a Medic call out having a charge, was it ours? No! No it wasn't!
"Mmmmmmmmrrrrrrrrrrr" I call out to the team. They know what I'm saying even if none of them actually hear my voice.
The other team of nine comes rushing out with a Kritzkrieg Über-Charge ready, our team notices and ducks behind cover as their Heavy starts laughing at our cowardice. We had to, we were only allowed 5 respawns this mission, after that we'd be pulled out and forced to watch as our allies fought without the fallen. Maybe this is to make us craftier at winning. Or maybe they just didn't want to fund the power needed for the respawn machine...
I think the enemy miscalculated their Über-Charge, they ran out before they could even use it. Time to go to work. I heard our Medic set off his own Charge and Heavy laughing evilly, here comes hell! I pulled out my shotgun and started taking shots at their scared faces. I heard a harsh scream and realized our Sniper got a nice headshot on their Sniper. I gave a quick thumbs up and turned back to grab my flamethrower. Time to light some fires. I rush into the enemy mass letting them catch a wisp of my flamethrower, they won't last much longer thanks to Heavy's Sasha. I grab my Axetinguisher, and start hacking at their burning bodies, each of them falling down with each strike. I'm laughing, it's just so befitting to kill these simpletons with an elaborate fire ax fitted with barbed wire.
The sounds of pain, delicious. I wonder if this is how it feels to be the Reaper. Taking lives and enjoying it, feeling the rush of a sharp blade digging deep into their skin. Their cries of pain, so enticing, I must continue my rampage, they won't have much of a Charge when I get to their little respawn area. I can hold them off for a while, hopefully my team mates can capture the points while I keep these simpletons at bay. Our Medic comes by, my instinct tells me to douse the air with fire, he doesn't catch fire, good. He has another Charge, quick at that isn't he? I hear their Pyro agitated, looks like he wants a piece of me. I'm quite glad I have Medic here. My evil counterpart is quite aggressive, though he's not as well learned as myself. I do hope the rest of the team is doing their job, it won't be long until our enemies come out again.