Time - 4:47 PM - 2fort frontier

The sun still being high in the sky, I pratically walked off the train into a barren wasteland. It felt like a ton of bricks
made out of still lava had been dropped onto my body, but I staggered through along with the people on the train- Er..
More like, my new team members. It was only a few hundred yards to the base back doors, (Which apparently is the
main front doors, considering the ways we would be using them.) but hell, it felt like miles under this heat. I gazed over to Klaus, he seemed to have too taken a hit on the weather, giving a dissaproving look towards the base, then my gaze followed towards the large man, who pretty much looked untouched by this heat change, simply tugging his large bag without no problem whatsoever. And to sneak a pun in, his gut. Heheh.

When we got over to the front doors, instead of heading in, I simply collapsed in the shade by the wall, gasping for a cold drink.. Or something! Klaus simply peered at me, before kneeling down before me, putting his hand on my head. To be honest, this was new for me, Sure it was usually hot in Boston.. But not THIS hot! I always tended to get some sort of heat stroke during one of those odd summer days, where the weather would switch the knob on for 'TOO FREAKING HOT!'.

"Are you alright, herr Kevin?" He said with a concerned tone of voice, his brow furrowing into one of those gentle types, that you'd see on a worried mother's face.

With a nod, I managed to reply.

"Yeah, yeah.. I'm fine.. Just lost all my energy on the bus, y'know? Sitting down too long.." I tried lying for my defense. Last thing I wanted was to be judged over a pratical ten minute walk, fucking up my huge reputation before I even arrived was a bomb I wasn't ready to deploy just yet.

Though even from my grasping words, His concerned emotion wouldn't flee from his body, instead he simply stood up and offered me his hand.

"Ve can get you all checked up inside, right now, ve really better be going, Kevin." He stated before me, to which I nodded. Guess I couldn't argue with that, really.. Apparently we were late enough as it was, the train having a huge delay before even taking off. Seriously, I was sat on that train for one 'n a half hours before it eventually decided to take off!

After managing to get up on my feet, I simply followed the man through, the large Russian guy was no where to be seen, presumingly to have already gone to the main headquarters where we were supposed to be counted up for and what not. Probably to assume our positions 'n stuff.. And a bed, I hoped.

Thankfully Klaus had some idea on where we were going, as to be honest, this base was frickin' HUGE. I keep exclaiming that, don't I? Huge things.. Seem to attract me alo- Nevermind.

After a few left and right turns, we finally managed to find ourselves in the main HQ, where three other people were residing. The large man from the train was sitting alone in probably the most comfiest looking chairs I've seen for atleast twenty minutes, shit, how my energy was flowing down to a halt..

Then there was the person who was sitting on a box, he was the first to notice us, and how welcome did me make me feel. He tipped his slightly bent hat towards us, like one you'd see on the telly or something.. Not the kind of hat you'd see in the shops with ribbons 'n all that gubbins around it, but one of those slouch ones, side of it tipped off 'n everything. I couldn't see his eyes as he was wearing some gold.. Orangish tinted glasses, but his smile provided me with all I needed to know.

And last, but not least, someone who ruined the whole moment. There stood a man in the front, wearing an overly packed, Red colored uniform glaring down at us.. Well, if I could call it glaring. He was wearing one of those old soldier helmets, y'know, the kind that they used in the war! Except this one was covered over the man's eyes.. I think it was a guy-

"MEN." He shouted louder then I had've hoped, covering my ears.

"YOU'RE LATE." He bawled once again, the men cringing. (Except the large Russian, who simply glared at the two of us. Wait, he was late too, wasn't he?

"Well.. Whatever. No point grumbling about this now," He spoke firmly with an accent I could actually fully come to terms with.. Even by ear, I could tell like me, He was American. Had a nack for that, didn't I?

"W..W..Well we-" I began, sounding like a stuttering motor engine.

"Ve had some... Difficulties with ze train, Soldier." He said with a firm nod.

...Was that his name? Soldier?

"Y-Yeah!" I chimed up behind him, trying to sound believable.

The large Soldier stroked his chin with thought. "Well... That's five of you atleast."

"Only five? How many are there supposed to be?" I questioned, cocking my head to the side.

"Well, nine, of course! We've got our Heavy," He said, pointing to the large Russian man, who retorted with a snort and a gruff. Heavy? Heh, fitting.

"...Our Sniper." He pointed towards the man sitting by the box, who once again, tipped his hat toward the group.

"G'day, mates.." He said in a quiet, but audible mumble.

"Soldier.. Me, Of course." He said with a fist banging on his chest.. Or.. I dunno, it looked like he was wearing atleast four layers of clothing.. Or were war outfits of that style usually that thick?

He squinted towards us, before loudly announcing;

"Scout." He said, pointing towards me.

"...S..Scout?" I stumbled out, before nodding, confirming it.

"Yes, Scout."

"Mmm.. " He mumbled out in thought towards Klaus. Though, before he could guess on what he was, he piped in.

"Medic, sir."

Which to Soldier's poor looking hearing, his smiled just grew larger.

"Ahah! Brilliant, brilliant..." His voice trailed off for a second, stroking his chin once again with the oddest grin I've ever seen.. Probably due to the fact I couldn't even see the man's eyes.

"So that just leaves the Demoman, the Engineer, the Pyro.."

"Pyro?" I piped up once again, trying to stare him right in the eyes.. Or lack of.

"Y'know, boy. ...Pyro.. Man who works with fire." He said with a simple wave of his hand. Seemed like he was pretty
clueless aswell, huh.

"...Spy-" He continued on, before being cut off.. The sound of wind came wooshing by his ears, before a Red shape began to materialize against the wall, and to be honest, it scared the SHIT out of me! I pratically clutched my chest, thinking I was about to have a bleedin' heart attack!

"Here, Monsieur" said a cold, deep voice. A simple waft of smoke coming from the man's cigaerette. Thought I could smell something funny.. Like the common smoke you'd see on the street while passing the odd man and women.

"...Right." The Soldier had said with a surprised change of tone, checking through his list.

"...Aaaand that should be it. Right, until the others show up, I suggest.. Sniper!" He shouted loudly once again towards the man's direction, making him cringe a little.

"Bloody hell, mate." He muttered out, gritting his teeth.

"What is it?"

"Sniper, show these men around.. The halls, the cafeteria, their rooms, the halls, the toilets, the showers, the halls, and MOST IMPORTANTLY." He said with a loud stomp to the wooden floor. "...The hallways. Trust me, this base is pretty big, the last thing we need is you ladies getting lost in a place like this during the war.."

This sparked the final wire inside my head. War. Knew it. Bloody knew it. I scowled at the floor some, but Soldier must've gotten a sign of this.

"WHAT ARE YOU GROANING ABOUT, MAGGOT?" He screamed loudly in my direciton, forcing me to pratically fall over with a loud yelp! The room was full of chuckles.. Well, the Sniper and the Heavy. The Medic simply helped me up with a compasionate grunt, and the Soldier looked at me with a hand on his face.

Well, I already fucked this up, haven't I?

Time - 5:34 PM - 2fort hallways - RED base

"And these, fellahs, are y'er rooms. Make good use of 'em, try not to get 'em dirty either, cause if you do, you're the one going to have to clean that crap up." The Sniper said with a smirk, guiding us down a pratically wooden hallway.

Sheesh, this whole place was like a freaking barn. The ground floor's.. Floor, was literally just the same material from the desert outside. Dust, dirt, sand.. The likes. While the platforms and second, third floors were entirely made of wood. Even the walls, aside from the doors..

From the look of my room, it was nothing special.. It wasn't large or anything, a cupboard, a bed (Clean atleast.), window, and a hanger for any sort of dirty clothes after washing. Guess we had to wash our own clothes too, in an eco friendly enviroment such as this.

I decided to pack in tour, so the rest of the group (With a warning at first, Sniper wasn't so sure on letting me off so early in the tour.) but really, all I wanted to do was pack it in for the night. I usually don't sleep til' around eleven o'clock at night, usually with a late night jog down the streets and alleys of Boston. (With a bat, of course.. I wouldn't trust myself to go out without a weapon.)

But right then, I simply passed out within a few seconds of laying down.. I had barely enough time to consider what was going on, before I dozed off to sleepy land.. This could wait.