Just an FYI, I'm switching Matthew to the BLU team from here on out for multiple reasons. Most of those which I will point out as they come along.
Sorry this chapter's reeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaallly short. I need time for character development. I promise things will pick up soon!!!
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Matthew found the hospitality of his new friend to be quite good, despite his beliefs on the Engineer's stereotype and the fact that they were in a train of all things. The wood floor was nice and polished, the walls were well-kept with intricate designs of cattle and fields of corn, and the long benches running at the sides of the train were made of high-quality leather.
"So, you're our new sniper, eh?"
Jeffery had moved to the front of the train which confined a large blue computer screen with countless streams of data pouring in from multiple sensors around the train to detect any anomaly which may or may not harm the train.
"That's what the letter told me, mate," said a tired Matthew as he laid across one of the benches and put his hat over his face, "though I'm slightly disappointed. I'm an assassin, not some crazed gunman. This is the work of some loony mercenary, not a professional like myself."
The hard-hatted man simply chuckled to himself. "Son, none of us like it. But with the end of the war came with the end of most of our jobs. I myself was an engineer for G.R.I.D. before the company caved in.
The sniper looked up at him. "That big missile company?"
"Yup, actually I used to be the chief engineer. I was almost finished with my plans for a new portable automatic turret device when the company gave me the boot. Guess they didn't care much for defending as attacking." Jeffery stared at the ceiling for some time with a nostalgic look on his face. "Well, that's old news now. How about you? What made you end up in this heap of trouble?"
Matthew explained his tale to the engineer. Most people wouldn't care for the Australian's problems, and would usually ignore him. But this time, the sniper had to give the engineer some graditude. The American gave Matthew an interested look throughout the explanation of his tale, even giving a few remarks to convince the sniper that he was listening. He was a patient and calm man, which probably went along with his patience to construct weapons of mass destruction. Matthew had, for all of the time in his life, found someone quiet, calm, and collected, much like himself. He had found a counterpart.
He had found a friend.
"Well, I hope you're ready to put those eyes to good use soon, because you're going to need them," Concluded Jeffery at the end of the sniper's story. "You're the last person on the team we need to complete the nine-man army. We never make an assault without at least one person to fill each slot."
Matthew gave him a curious look. "There are others?"
"Of course, this little war of ours has actually been going on for some time now. We need people with certain skills to be able to do certain things. We need people to scout, bomb, rocket, construct, heal, spy and snipe. Just be careful, some of the others have…conflicting personalities. Well, here we are."
The train slowed to a stop as the engineer open up the door. "Welcome to the war, partner."