A/N: Holy cow, when was the last I updated this?
Sorry for the long delay, I'm working more on stuff on FictionPress rather than here.
"A word laborer?"
Engi looked up from his PDA. "What is it Spy?"
"Something tells me the girls are not actually human."
"So? Why does it concern yah?"
"It concerns me because we don't know their true intentions. Yes, they may be friendly to us, but are they truly?"
Engi blinked. "What in Sam Hill are yah thinking? There is no way that the sisters are going to turn against us, there is just no way."
"But are you sure?" Spy light a cigarette. "We are dealing with four, five if you include the dog, very powerful individuals that not only surpasses us, but possibly every other living life form on this planet...think about it."
"..."
"I'm not saying that we shouldn't trust them, no, but I'm saying we should watch our backs around them."
"That sounds like something you would do."
"You can never be too careful. I believe the bushman spells it out quite well."
Spy turned and walked out of Engi's room, closing the door behind him. Engi rolled his eyes and went back to work on the PDA.
"Do you not trust us Mr. Conagher?"
Engi looked up in shock, he'd forgotten that Delta was in the room. She was near his bed stand on top a folded towel in her ball form. He didn't think that she was active while like that.
"No! No, it's nothing like that," he turned around and faced the ball, now in her robot form. "It's nothing, just Spy being his usual paranoid self..."
"Mr. Conagher, I am not a simple robot, mind you. I can tell when you're hiding something, lying, or covering something up," she said as she walked slowly towards him. " I will not hesitate to use force, if it will prevent my mistress from being hurt."
"Ah ain't being deceitful or nothing, miss. Me and the boys trust y'all wholeheartedly, yah have faith in all of us."
"If you all trust in us, why would Mr. Spy say such a thing?"
"Like ah said, he's just bein-"
At the moment Delta formed a blade and pointed the tip at Engi.
"Mr. Conagher, that answer is invalid. Now, would you care to answer again?"
"Delta, ah'm only telling yah the truth. No lies are being made."
The two stared for a tense moment before Delta lowered her blade.
"I'll take your word, but I'll be watching you REDs very closely. Next time, I won't be as merciful," she said. "Are we clear?"
"Crystal."
"Good."
Engi turned back around and let out a mental sigh. He was sure glad that he was able to convince Delta that they weren't hostile, otherwise it would've been on hell of a bloodbath.
A few days later...
Days passed and the sisters were back at RED HQ. Since they only had to go out when requested to, most of the time they spent was at the base while the mercs went to battle. Stella was napping on the couch, the twins and K-9 were off at who knows where, and Debbie was working on something in the garage.
Just another average day in other words.
As suggested by Engi, Debbie formally introduced Delta to the team, though she did notice that the liquid metal robot seemed a bit tense (Yes, she could tell, even though the robot was missing a mouth, eyebrows, and some other facial features). However, she didn't really think of it.
"May I have a word with you, miss?"
"What is it Delta?" Debbie asked as she spun a screwdriver around. "Something bothering you?"
"Do the humans see us as a threat?"
Debbie looked up from her work. "Threat, whatcha mean?"
Delta replied with what she overheard Spy saying to Engi and the events afterward, she obviously omitted the part where she threatened Engi.
"Well, I can't blame him for being skeptical," Debbie said as she turned and faced the robot. "After all, we did appear outta nowhere."
"But the human displays uncertainty with us..."
"The human mind is...mysterious, Delta. Even I cannot grasp what happens inside. It is not predictable, and cannot be easily explained using conventional methods."
"If our friends don't trust us fully, the only thing we can do is to work on building that trust up," she continued. "I know that your programming has it limits, and this is the possible threshold, but don't get worked up on this, ok?"
"...yes, miss."
"Oh, one other thing: get me a Pompson 5000 from the armory will you? I think we need a slightly higher power source."
"Of course, ma'am."
Night had fallen on the RED base, the mercs had called it quits and went to sleep, ready to get up and fight their BLU counterpart yet again the next day. However, not everyone was asleep. Debbie, of course, was still up in the garage, but there was one other soul in the RED base that was still awake.
That soul was the most enigmatic person in the base. The one merc who almost no one knew the face. The one that likes fires.
The RED Pyro.
Pyro had a secret, a closely guarded secret that only Medic and Miss Pauling knew of...
The gender of the pyromaniac.
What most of RED thought of the Pyro was something that wasn't human. It displayed two very different personalities: one that was of childish nature, and another that rivaled a demonic being. However, they didn't know that it was all an act just to get the rest of them away from the Pyro during their off time.
Why?
Because the Pyro is a 'she' instead of a 'he'. For the past decade or so, the mercs had unknowingly been fighting alongside a woman, who they believed was either a mindless freak of nature or something else entirely. It was unclear WHY the Administrator and Miss Pauling hid the gender of the Pyro in the first place, maybe because it was to further enhance the cold-blooded nature of the individual, or so the men didn't get any ideas.
In keeping the gender a secret, Pyro had to operate differently, such as taking care of personal needs at different time. But it also made her kinda lonely as a consequence, since she couldn't properly interact with anyone else.
"Look Baron Fluffy Bottoms, you just cannot build a candy castle wherever you want. You need to pass it through with Balloonicorn first." Pyro said as she motioned to the plush unicorn. "Cause he's in charge of the building zoning, that's why."
She stood silent as if waiting for a response.
"Yes, Balloonicorn, he is being unreasonable. There needs to be more things than castles." she muttered to the plush. "Look, you two, figure something out. You're making the singing flowers sad."
The pyrotechnic slung a towel over her shoulder and headed for the showers. At this time of night, no one should be up, even the night owl, Medic, should be asleep.
She rounded a corner and ran straight into something. It was like running into a brick wall and fell onto the ground as a result.