Madeline slowly stepped off the train, to see the 2Fort Medic waiting for her. They had been called to know ahead of time about her arrival. He was older by several years than the Viaduct Medic.
"Ah, you are zhe new recruit, ja?" He asked. She nodded, fanning her face. She remembered hating the cold, now she wished for a chilly breeze. He noticed her annoyance of the heat. "You'll get used to it, frauline." He chuckled. "So, I am to guess you are a medic?"
"Yeah, I am." She said. Madeline wasn't sure if the tuxedo men from BLU had told them which class of mercenary she was. "Hopefully that's alright."
"Ja, good." He smiled. "Ve alvays need more doctors. No team has von vithout a doctor on zhe team. I can alvays use assistance."
Had he not looked at her report, her records? She was deported of all things, if that little tidbit got out, no one was going to trust her. "It sure is hot in the desert."
"It is, frauline. Hope you do not enjoy rain too much; it does not rain out here in 2Fort." He explained. Madeline thought on the train that, without snow in her eyes, fighting might be better for her; compared to the blinding sunlight and the intense heat, snow is preferred, by a long shot.
"So, are there any unique things I should know about 2Fort? Any common injuries, places to watch out, routine checks? Anything?" Madeline asked him questions, as they entered the concrete building, and she sighed as the air inside cooled her skin.
"Ja, ve do routine checks in zhe sewers; zhey are not really sewers, mind you, but zhey hold any vater zhat leaks from zhe purifiers. Our demoman prefers to do it himself, so none of zhe rest of us vorry about it." He explained. "Zhough, ve only have one of each class here, excepting scouts and medics; two medics and three scouts."
"Why so many scouts?" She asked. Madeline fixed her glasses, remembering her base only having one scout.
"Alot of information passes zhrough here." Medic explained. He led her into the med bay. "For RED und BLU. Scouts are fast enough to get ahold of zhe information. Vhat vere you doing at Viaduct?"
"Mostly fending off RED from the area," Madeline replied. "We recently acquired information though, and..." She paused. She noticed the medic looking at her, he expected her to finish that sentence. "That's how I ended up here."
He grinned and patted her shoulder, a little more roughly than she liked. "I know you vere deported; I enjoy an honest comrade. Just do not let zhe Soldier know, he vill probably try to kill you." The medic opened a cabinet, sorting through it.
"...Has he killed any other deportees?" She asked, watching her doctor comrade, and he returned with a spare medigun.
"Oh yes, plenty. Vell, maybe more like six or seven." He said. To Madeline, "six or seven" counted as plenty. "Und he killed zhe men zhat came from BLU co. zhat came to deport him. Zo, BLU just left him here, but I do not know vhat zhey are thinking, sending a deportee here vith him around. Must be circumstances."
"Yeah, yeah, circumstances." She grabbed the medigun, noting it was the mini medigun. "So, 2Fort had this small model too?"
"Ah, I figured vith your size, you had a smaller medigun. Mann Co. does not make zhem in a smaller size, even zhough RED und BLU now both hire vomen." He said, handing it to her, and made sure Madeline had a good grip before letting go.
"I was the only women on my team back in Viaduct; the other team also had only one woman, and she was their only medic." She recalled her first time in battle.
The medic started flipping through a folder, one she assumed was hers. "Ms. Madeline Carter, age thirty-four?"
"Yes?" She asked, hearing her name called in a questioning manner.
"...You are unmarried?" He asked. Madeline took out her hairband and heaved a sigh, before fixing it.
"Yes, I am unmarried, medic." She admitted. "Does that matter?"
"It is... unusual for your age, isn't it?" He asked. She reminded him she went through medical college and has been hired by BLU for awhile now, and being in a war doesn't give much time for romance. "Ah, zhat it does not. Er, vell, I can show you to your room?
"Are you married?" Madeline asked him. She turned to see him already leaving towards the rooms, and kicked up her speed to catch up.
"We gots de new medic already?" A young man said, biting greedily into an apple.
"Ve did! She is in her room, settling in. She vill be as you say, 'up and at them' tomorrow, Scout." Medic answered.
"Ded ye' warn her notta go into de sewers?" Yelled a drunken man of african descent.
"I told her about zhe sewers, calm down, demoman." Medic told him. "She is a nice girl, she should not be in a war but, I'm sure she has reasons for accepting."
"Wait, it's a girl?" The scout asked, jaw agape.
The medic nodded, arms crossed. "2Fort's first BLU female mercenary."
Scout grinned, and cheered, "Fuckin' sweet!"
"Careful, boy." Medic chuckled. "She strikes as one vho likes to ask questions, and ve all know you are not so fond of such things."
"What did she like, bomb ya' with girly questions, like yer fav'rit color an' shit?" He laughed.
"She asked me if I vas married." He said, losing his happier tone.
"oh shi- and you didn't rip her to shreds?" He remembered when he arrived from two states over by train, talking about his girl back home, and anything between meeting this Medic and waking up with a head wound was forgotten.
"Oy, doc', th' lass donne know," Demoman said, waking up from the alcohol. "She donne know, don' kill her forrit."
"No, she vill learn eventually." He said, with a straight face, arms crossed. "She is going to make my job harder zhan it needs to be."
"Aye, I donne mind women around, ye know, when I'm not workin'," The demoman said, nearly incomprehensible. "Nay, maybe one of th' scouts are gonna go an' distract her like she'll do t' us."
"Ch'yeah, and what're ya' gonna do, pally? Warn her about that monster ya' won't shuddup about?" Scout laughed. The demoman began yelled at the top of his lungs, about how there really is a monster, and how he nearly was eaten alive.
Madeline stuck with the 2Fort Pyro in her first scrim against RED at her new base, keeping her mini-medigun on him, while the other Medic stuck behind the team Heavy Weapons. She watched above for enemy snipers, soldiers, or demolitions to prey upon and overwhelm her nearby comrades. As her and her Pyro patient headed for one of the two entrances to the inside of RED, sirens wailing, a flash of blue flew overhead, and a headset ladned at her feet.
"Pyro! Look!" She smacked his shoulder, causing him to turn around. "Scout got the intel!" The Pyro mumbled happily, and Madeline picked up the headset. "Engineer, Engineer, Scout has the intel, I repeat! Scout has the intel!" She yelled into the microphone. Madeline put the headset on. "Engineer, do you read?" She backed away, tugging Pyro along towards the long bridge.
"We need a Medic ASAP, two wounded, the Scout with the intel is bleeding, I repeat, two wounded." said a repressed panicked voice of the southerner.
"Pyro! Base! Now!" Madeline yelled, and he nodded, the two crossed the bridge, and took the side entrance into the BLU building. She led the Pyro, who watched both their backs behind her, into the basement, where the wreckage of a sentry spread across the floor, blood contrasting with the paint. She found the Engineer against the wall, deep scratches on his arms, and one on his face.
"I was only cut; Scout was shot, git Scout, now." He grunted. Pyro took guard in the center of the room, as Madeline proped Scout's head up.
"...I-I got the intel..." He grinned. Madeline pushed his singed hat with the two bullet holes in the bill off his head.
"Shh, shh, you're hurt." She whispered, pulling a syringe out. "Don't worry; it's a painkiller." She injected the clear fluid into his arm quickly, and she pulled the blue gloves off, then the coat and began using the white fabric to stop the bleeding.
"I heard a call for a medic, vhat happened?" Yelled a stern german voice, the other medic ran in, coat fluttering gently.
"Medic, the Engineer's been cut up," Madeline reported. He nodded, and turned to tend to him.
"You're hurting my arm..." Scout mumbled. She told him she had to stop the bleeding.
"He has lost so much blood, zhis is a small wound," Medic said, looking over from the Engineer.
"Well, I can't use the medigun, the bullets' in his arm somewhere, and the bone could be shattered." Madeline said. "Him running helped him pump his own blood out."
The Engineer forced himself up, palms against the wall behind him, pushing himself upwards. "Well, let's git him upstairs, he's bleedin' all over the floor."
"Pyro? Carry Scout, with me." Madeline called the pyrotechnician over, and he helped Scout get to his feet before putting his arm over his thick suit-covered shoulders.