Yeah, I know, it's been a while. But I just got into the swing of school, had a few major projects, joined a robotics club, etc. Plus the plot ideas I've been having for this comic have been more schizophrenic than I thought. Every now and then I'll get an idea, but it simply wouldn't work until much much MUCH later in the story.

And now that I look back on it, my last chapter didn't come out as good as I would have liked, but oh well. Gotta keep this train rollin'~~~

Disclaimer: I don't own TF2 or anything related to it. It's all from Valve. Go bother them.

The nine of them marched down the corridor and up a spiraling hallway into what seemed like a barn of some sort. A room off to the left quickly led to a trapdoor, though someone obviously forgot that a trapdoor had a "door" and simply left it as a hole in the middle of the floor. To their left they saw three passages that led into three separate areas. The left one opened up into a courtyard with a balcony that led to another barn across the yard. This barn held a downwards staircase, and probably went down into the intel room they just came out of. To the right was a short hallway that made a sharp 90-degree turn to the right with a sign over it that said "Battlements". And finally, between the two was a garage door, with a sign above it saying "Resupply".

The nine mercenaries marched inside of the remarkably-clean room. To their left and right stood nine wooden cabinets, each with a different person's name on it. Matthew found his, and right underneath the piece of tape which had his name on it was a small plaque which was emblazoned with one word.

"Sniper"

It was an odd feeling, but was ultimately a satisfying feeling. Mathew was the sniper. The patient killer. The head-shooter. The Marksman. It was nice to know that there wasn't anyone else on the team with an eye like his.

Inside of the cabinet was a rifle propped up against the side. The weapon was not that different from his own, which Matthew was thankful for. The only difference being that the scope was slightly larger and it shot out a laser when he flicked a switch on the side. The Cabinet also contained a red shirt with crosshairs on the arms to signify that he was the team's hawkeye, and SMG, and a kukri. The Australian studied the knife, which was in pretty good condition, save for a few chips on the blade and a blood stain on the hilt. He'd have to remember to fix that.

Matthew turned around when he heard a low rumbling behind him. The source of the sound turned out to be the Heavy Weapons Guy, who was chuckling to himself at the size of Matthew's gun. "Ha, you think you can kill tiny cowards with tiny gun?" Matthew raised an eyebrow, then realized that he was making fun of his gun. "Hey, this thing's a lot more powerful than yah think!" Heavy continued to chuckle to himself. "That is baby gun for baby person! Now THIS…" Heavy hefted out his own gun, "…is real gun!". Now Matthew finally understood why he was called Heavy Weapons Guy. It wasn't just because he was…well…heavy, but because of the heavy weapons he held.

The gun held in Heavy's hands was a masterpiece of engineering. Six barrels rotated with each other and were held together at the end by a cylinder. The barrels connected to a large, white drum which held the ammunition, as well as the firing system for the weapon. The gun was adorned with a handle just above the firing system, and another handle behind it which was pulled backwards to activate the machine. She was a monster, she was a masterpiece…

"…She is Sasha."

Matthew looked up from his ogling to see Marko grinning down at the Australian. "she weighs one-hundred-fifty kilograms and fires two-hundred-dollar custom-two catridges at ten-thousand rounds per minute…" the Russian leaned in close, "…it costs four-hundred-thousand-dollars to fire this weapon…" a moment for suspense, "…for twelve seconds."

The Sniper, surprisingly, looked unamused.

"Look, mate. We've all got out different ways to fight." Matthew turned around, picked up his SMG, and attached it to his belt. "You need thousands and thousands of bullets to kill one person." He placed his kukri on the other side of his belt. "All I need…" he flipped around and pulled out a single bullet from his vest, "…is one."

Marko was about to argue when the announcer's voice rang across the fort. "Attention, Mission begins in 60 seconds!" The two looked at each other. "Well, we'll get to see who gets more kills. The one who uses them, or the one who wastes them." Marko growled, then turned and walked over to Wolfgang to discuss their battle-plan. Matthew strolled over to the engineer, who was currently grabbing as much metal as he could carry from the supply cabinet.

"Hey Jeffery, any good places for me to snipe around here?" Jeffery continued to grab more metal scraps. "The Battlements are where most of the snipers tend to hang out. Go from here, take a left, and you'll get to a nice, open patio where you get a good look at everything. Just be mindful of the sniper across the bridge. He's gonna be able to get a good look at yah too."

"Mission Begins in ten seconds!" The nine soldiers took their places in front of the door.

"5…4…3…2…1…" an air horn rang out, and the RED team dashed out of the supply room.

So, yeah. After this is when we'll start to get into the action part of the story. I'll see when I can get the next chapter up, but I won't make any promises, (I'm supposed to be working on a history portfolio, but instead I'm doing this). Please R&R.