Uncle cleared his throat. "Excuse my childish acts..." He looked at the boys, giving them his unamused look. The boys didn't give him any eye contact, except for Soldier. He just looked at him, even with that helmet of his.

"Castiel, I thought you said that you found a job. This doesn't seem like a decent place to have a job. A mercenary. Tsk. And what's that on your neck? What happened? It looked like a spider. My god, Castiel, what were you thinking?!" I sighed.

"Can you please stop with your worrying? Besides, you got some explaining to do. But first... Simon. Meet the team. Demoman, Engineer, Heavy, Medic, Pyro, Soldier, Spy, Scout, and Sniper. Guys, meet Simon."

"You may call me Sam, if you will. Erm, Sniper, is it? My apologies for my actions earlier."

"It's a'right, si- S-Sam." I made a little smile, telling Snipes that it's alright. He looked a little nervous. Well, that's not the first. I look at Simon. He raised an eyebrow at me, but then cleared his throat, focusing on Scout.

"So! This must be the brother you were talking about, Scout, is it?"

"Awh... Yea. Yea. Hey." Things are becoming more awkward bit by bit, huh?

Luckily, things weren't so awkward anymore when we were all at the meeting room.

"Do you think they're going to be planning their bomb here?"

"Nein, nein. It could make sense if they would start off near ze mountains."

We are pretty much just talking about the big mission the administrator gave us. Yea. New stuff. Scout and Simon are just chatting away while the rest of us are talking about it. We were all over the place. Oh, and the administrator hasn't found out about Simon, yet. Since it's a little crazy, we're also packing up for the trip. We're heading for the mountains and obviously it's going to be so cold, we would need to bring winter coats... I don't have any. Luckily, the administrator's assistant, Miss Pauling, is joining us and she has an extra coat for me to wear. Also, I finally got to meet her.

"Hello, Miss Quinn. It's a pleasure to meet you."

"Likewise Miss Pauling, and... You can just call me Castiel... Or Cass... Whatever makes you feel comfortable." I grinned and she smiled.

"Well then, Castiel. How are you and guys doing? Were they being... Good?" I nodded.

"We're doing fine. No problems at all. There were a few going here and there, if you know what I mean."

"Yep." We both focused on the guys as they suddenly started fighting.
"Ay. Can you please stop with the fighting? We only got tomorrow to have our stuff all packed up." I told them, but they weren't listening.

"Would you boys stop with all the ruckus?! This is no way to show respect to a lady!"

"Er... Who's that?" There goes the so called secret?

"He's my uncle. He's only going to be here for a while."

"That's quite right, my dear. You may call me Sam. You must be Miss Pauling?"

"Yes. Nice to meet you, sir. Castiel. You do know you're not suppose to let any outsiders in here, right? No offense, Sam."

"Don't worry. I understand." Simon would reply in the most polite way.
"Ah. That would be my fault, Miss Pauling. Sorry." Sniper said out loud, wiping the dust off his shirt, walking to us.

"Hm. Well, you know you're not suppose to."

"Yea. Yea. I know."

"Sam is not going to be staying here forever. So..."

"That is right. I do have some other business to attend to... In a few weeks."

"Alright. That's fine... I'll convince the administrator to let him stay for a few weeks."

"Okay. Thank you, Miss Pauling." I smiled and she smiled back.

"Now. Is everything all set up?"

"Yes, Miss Pauling!" The boys said.

"Alright, I'll see you guys later." Miss Pauling checked the time and left.

After the meeting, we head to our rooms and started packing up. I searched around for my album. I thought I left it on the bed... Or the drawer...

I walk out of my room, heading back to my locker. "Where... Did I leave it...?" I searched through my messy locker, and nothing but candy wrappers, papers, boots... Nothing. I grabbed my boots, and walk back up to my room. I didn't think I left it under my bed... Did I? As soon as I enter my room, I set my boots aside. I went on my knees, and of course... How did it get there anyway? I grabbed the book and set it on my drawer.

After minutes of cleaning, I got my stuff ready for the trip. I soon landed on my bed, relaxing a bit. I tried to take a nap for a few hours, only to be interrupted by my uncle knocking on the door.

"Uh, Casey... Do you have a minute?" I yawned,

"Sure." I sat up, and he walked in.

"Evening, Cass. How are you?"

"I'm alright. What about you? After what happened today, are you okay?"

"Yes. Yes." I nodded in relief. He sat on my bed next to me. "There's something I want you to know. You do know that I love you as my wonderful niece?"

I nodded. "And that no matter what happens, we will stay like this?" I nodded again.

He sighed, "Well... There's... Probably going to be some problems ahead of us, and I want you to be prepare for whatever is coming for us. So... That's all I wanted to say. Good night." He stood and just left.

I took a moment to figure out what he meant by that, but... Nothing. I stood, walking over to my window. I opened the window, having my head out, breathing in the cold air. It's pretty dusty, so I bring myself inside. I looked around if anyone like Sniper is on the roofs and such, but he's not. Good. I didn't want him to be out in the cold.

Waiting took minutes, hours, maybe days... It only takes a few hours. We were all heading for the train station. Our own train and such. Scout beside me, Uncle behind us and the rest of them in front of us. Ms. Pauling is here too. She's just chatting with Heavy.

We're doing good... So far.

It didn't take us long to load our cart with our supplies and other possessions. After the busy stuff, we head to our own carts. This trip isn't going to take long, only for a few hours. Perfect time for Simon to explain why he's actually here, but then he just wanted to tell us the story on why he has the wounded heart.

"It's like any other day, you know. Out in the war, such tragic events. Civilians fleeing from their countries, things like that. It's a bloody land. It wasn't so nice at the beginning, too. Too many meetings to attend. Ack." He frowned, having a cigar and smoked. I sat at the way back with Ms Pauling and Snipes. The rest were just sitting in their seats in front of us. Some of us though. Heavy was just eating his sandvich, Pyro playing with a kitten...

It's all good.

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(Sorry for the sucky ending.)