Interdimensional RED-Coded Contract

Histy Meets Them All! (Part II)


With some of the Basilicom staff as an escort, Histoire, IF and Nepgear were walking down the halls of Planeptune Tower towards to the meeting room, where the mercenaries were already waiting for them. One of the staff was carrying a briefcase with ready contracts for them.

Somewhat disappointed, Compa was stalking back towards her own guest room. She wasn't one to hold a grudge against her friends, so she decided to kill some time by going back to her room and study CPR some more. The nurse-in-training decided to ask their Medic after the negotiations, right when they'll start planning how they'll save the goddesses.

The meeting room was a long rectangular room with a purplish long table and twenty four comfortable chairs around it. From the windows you could see the entire west part of Planeptune and a little of the Virtua Forest. Spy, who's smoking right next to an open one even spotted the warehouse complex they temporarily set themselves in.

At first the mercenaries were pretty amazed by the advanced technology of the tower. Engineer briefly wondered what the 'touchwall' in the room was for. However the awe didn't last long, and the mercs soon began to feel bored. Scout started doing the 'Battin' a Thousand' trick with his bat to pass the time. Sniper took a nap with his hat pulled over his eyes. Heavy Weapons Guy and Demolition Man were eating a Sandvich and drinking whiskey respectively. Surprisingly Soldier is waiting patiently in his chair with crossed arms. Engineer stopped examining the touchwall and started playing 'More Gun' on his guitar while Medic was playing with Archimedes. And as always, Pyro was playing with its lighter.

Just then the doors opened and the fairy Oracle hovered into the room, with Nepgear and IF at her side, the latter also carrying stacks of paper. The mercenaries stopped whatever they were doing, with the Spy taking his last breath of smoke before tossing it out the window…

The wind will carry these remains towards one of the many parks in Planeptune. When an unlucky girl who's been having another despairingly bad day decides to eat her meal outside, by some divine will, the cigarette will miraculously land right onto her meal, pushing her one more step deeper into depression, and one more step towards ending it all. The End.

The mercenaries awkwardly stared at the small flying Oracle. In return the girls awkwardly stared at Soldier's… attire.

'Fascinating. I've never seen such a small human, if she even IZ a human. And the book she's sitting on is even flying!' Medic noted.

'Hmm…' Spy thought.

'I ain't never seen fairies before. Wonder if she grants wishes.' Scout thought to himself as he eyed Histoire.

'She is so bloody TINY! She's like a toy-sized version of a lassie!' Demoman thought as his eye landed on the lilac-haired girl who entered alongside Histoire. He recognized her easy. "Aye, yer that sleepin' lass from yesterday. Cheers for ya recovery!" The drunk Demolition Man said before deciding to get himself even more drunk with his seemingly bottomless whiskey bottle.

The CPU Candidate perked up at being mentioned and immediately looked guilty. "Huh? Oh, right. Sorry to cause you trouble…" She apologized, putting her two index fingers together.

'Her confidence sure fades fast…' Histoire thought, a bit disappointed.

"It's nothin'." Engineer shrugged off her comment. His hands stopped playing the guitar and the item in question was placed right next to him.

"Well, we were expecting you, Madame… Histoire." Spy awkwardly said as he also eyed the Oracle. "But what of Mademoiselle IF and..." Spy waited for Nepgear to introduce herself. She quickly took the cue.

"I'm Planeptune's CPU Candidate! Nepgear! Pleased to meet you, Mister…"

"Call me Spy."

"CPU? What's that?" Scout asked aloud.

'There goes their lack of knowledge again.' IF noted.

"CPUs, or Console Patron Units are the goddesses who govern and protect their nations. Here in Planeptune we have two CPUs, Purple Heart Neptune, and Purple Sister Nepgear." Histoire explained, while silently thinking to herself. 'This confirms my theory…'

"I'm not yet a full-fledged CPU yet. Only a candidate." Nepgear corrected.

"I'm surprised they don't even know that much. For mercenaries they're seriously dumb…" IF muttered under her breath.

"I see, then where is this Neptune?" The Oracle and CPU Candidate's faces sadden at Spy's words. It didn't go unnoticed by the mercenaries.

"Neptune is… captured." IF told them the bad news, though it was news to no one but the mercenaries. Nepgear fought off the tears while Histoire intensified her grip on the book she's sitting on.

"I see." Spy emotionlessly noted, just another fact to remember. The French spook tried to take another cigarette from his kit, but Histoire wasn't keen for that to happen.

"Spy, I ask you not to smoke inside the Basilicom."

"But Madame Histoire. I have an illness that requires me to smoke constantly. Our Doctor can vouch for that." Spy bluffed, gesturing to the Medic of the team, who just shook his head with a smirk and snatched the cigarette out of the Frenchman's lips.

"I'm ze Medic of this team, and my colleague here iz simply an addict." Not feeling like playing along, the German threw the lit cigarette over his shoulder with perfect precision, right out the window, causing the spook glare daggers at him.

"Et tu, Brutus? First the amusement park, now here!?" Spy wailed in despair before composing himself. "Ahem, Mademoiselle IF."

'Medic's name is Brutus? That's a pretty unique name.' Histoire noted.

'He sure recovered fast…' IF sweatdropped, then cleared her throat to answer. "Well I'm here to act as the witness and report this contract to the Guild."

"And what exactly will you tell them?" Questioned Spy.

"Copies of contracts, name or nicknames of the employer and employee, and other details if necessary. Satisfied?" IF placed her hand on her hip.

"Yes, thank you. And you Mademoiselle Nepgear?" Spy looked at the supposed Goddess candidate who was awkwardly playing with her index fingers again.

"W-Well, we'll discuss our plans for saving my sister, so it seemed appropriate for me to come."

"I see." Spy sat back down, and Histoire cleared her throat.

"Shall we begin then?"

As the acting leader of the mercenary team for the negotiations, Spy nodded. "I have no objections."

"Good. First of all, for my and Nepgear's sake, I would like you to re-introduce yourselves. We only briefly talked via N-Gear after all, and the videos you provided were a little… unclear..." The fairy motioned to the closest mercenary, who happened to be Heavy.

"I am Heavy Weapons Guy. I have minigun named Sasha." Nepgear's eyes widened a bit as the Russian introduced himself. Not only was he ridiculously huge but he's also carrying a Minigun? Where is it? Nepgear can't see it.

"I'm this team's Engineer, ma'am." The next merc tipped his hat in greeting, this one getting a much bigger reaction from the Candidate.

"Oh, you're the Engineer? Can you please show me how to build those dispensers I heard about?" Nepgear instantly switched to 'fangirl' mode and stood near Engineer with sparkling eyes.

"Seems like ya got a fangirl, hardhat." Scout teasingly whispered, earning a few chuckles from the team, but Engineer paid them no mind as he tried to pry Nepgear off from his personal space…

"Leader of this team reporting for duty!" Soldier stood up and saluted, causing Nepgear to flinch under the loud booming voice and Demoman to angrily drink his whiskey before putting it down.

"Now listen here yah wee shit. Yer no leader, yer just a Soldier. And I'm the Demoman here lassies."

"That stands for Demolitions Man." The Australian explained upon seeing the mild confusion on Nepgear's face, "Anyway, g'day mate, I'm Sniper, and-"

"And I throw piss at people."

The Scout took his chance to interrupt him, earning another greater wave of chuckles and laughter as the mercenaries tried to hide their amusement, while the only females in the room widened their eyes with faces that said 'What the hell' and all of them saying "What…?" at the same time. Except for the Oracle, who by this point had used the videos as personality analysis and figured the Scout was the resident prankster. Sure she's seen jars of the stuff fill up in Sniper's own video, one of the less 'glamorous' parts of the job, but surely-

"None of you blokes seemed to mind when yer on fire." Sniper grumbled, restraining his embarrassment and anger. Histoire just blanched. So he did… as an extinguisher…? Well, maybe it was one bizarre incident that his friends will never let him live down… Surely it can't be a regular-

Before the fairy could continue that thought, an awkward whimper from a certain Candidate brought her back to reality. "Well now." Scout's arm had wrapped itself around Nepgear's shoulders, making her extremely uncomfortable and causing both Histoire and IF to glare daggers at him, but he didn't notice any of that. This was his time to impress the ladies afterall. "I'm the Scout, the coolest and most important member of the team and-"

"And I read porn, wank into a jar, and throw THAT at people."

If Scout had any chance of getting any good first impression in Nepgear's eyes, Sniper completely and absolutely obliterated it. And shattered any kind of reputation in IF's eyes while he's at it. Instead of waves of chuckles like before, full-out laughter flooded the room, with the loudest and most embarrassing one being from the mild-mannered Spy of all people (snorts and all.). IF eyed the Scout with complete disgust, simply believing it as she considered no act beneath these psychopaths, while Histoire looked both grossed out and confused, unsure if that was a joke in bad taste or a story she REALLY didn't want to know about. Nepgear politely distanced herself from Scout and whispered to the Oracle.

"Um, Histoire? Are you sure about hiring these guys?"

"If I didn't see what happened yesterday, I would have my doubts, but as it stands…" Histoire sweatdropped…

"The warehouses?" Nepgear pried, not realizing what kinds of flashbacks Histoire is having.

Meanwhile, Scout was death-glaring Sniper while the Australian taunted with a victorious smirk on his face. "How do you like that, ya snotty little mongrel?"

"I'm gonna kill you, chucklehead…" Scout mouthed.

IF coughed, hoping she could bring the meeting back on track. "L-Let's continue." There's still marks of disgust from the previous reveal but she calmed herself, but Scout is sure she won't forget this information anytime soon, however false it is…

"Pyho." Pyromaniac mumbled.

"Um, come again?" Nepgear tilted her head.

"That's Pyro, Miss Nepgear. Its loves fire." Engineer explained, the girl in question slightly blushing at 'Miss'.

"Oh. Is… Is that all?"

"I assure you, that's all you need and want to know." The Spy gave her a look, and the fuzzy feelings vanished for the Candidate as she eyed the masked being with newfound nervousness.

"That's all of you then, so I guess it's my turn now. I am Histoire, the Oracle of Planeptune." Histoire re-introduced herself.

"Yes! Ma'am!" The American patriot stood up straight and saluted.

"Umm, at ease, Soldier." The cute little fairy said, sweatdropping.

"Yes! Ma'am!" Soldier saluted again and sat back down.

"Ye don't need to salute-" Demoman began before finding himself at the gunpoint of Soldier's shotgun. The females started to panic while the mercs paid them no mind, besides the Doctor who readied his Medi-Gun if necessary.

"S-SOLDIER?!" "Wait, calm down, please! W-Why aren't any of you doing something? ?" The Oracle frantically asked while IF and Nepgear froze in shock, too surprised by the turn of events and scared of the mercs to interfere, but the mercenaries just looked annoyed.

"Here we go again…" Engie groaned, shaking his head while the crazed patriot began his 'lecture'.

"I will not tolerate a Cyclops Englishman with a dress giving me orders! While you were dressing like a woman I was in Poland, fighting for freedom and killing every communist and Nazi-."

"ENOUGH!"

The Soldier quickly found his back penetrated with countless syringes from Medic's Syringe Gun, who took it even when the mercs agreed to take only their secondary weapons, justified as the Medi-Gun wasn't exactly helpful for self-defense. Or putting a psychotic patriot down for that matter. The liquids inside quickly took effect and Soldier fell to the floor, his head hitting the cold floor.

Histoire looked at Medic's face and saw… Rage. Pure, blazing rage in his eyes before he took a deep breath and calmed himself down. These mercenaries really don't get along with each other, she noted silently.

Nepgear was shivering as she looked at Medic holstering his Syringe Gun back inside his coat. Then her shaking eyes landed on the sprawled body of Soldier. "I-Is he…?"

"Nah, he's too stubborn to die." Demo said with a tone so casual it's like this sort of thing happens every week.

"These are tranquilizers, Fräulein." The German assured as well. Nepgear felt slightly relieved by this, but she couldn't help but feel pretty scared nonetheless. That man, their own Medic, was the one who pulled the trigger and shot his teammate. Without hesitation. Even if those were tranqs, that many needles could not have been harmless. And to be honest, what even were those 'communists' and… 'Nazis' was it?

"Umm, Medic. Will he be getting up soon?" IF asked, recovering a little faster than the Candidate.

"Ja-"

Soldier's Reanimator kicked in.

Confused, Medic checked the syringes he loaded while at the same time Scout casually called out. "Um doc. You sure he's gonna get up soon? Cus he's kinda, y'know, dead." The mercenaries looked at their dead comrade's body with varying amounts of mild amusement and surprise while poor Nepgear's eyes went wide.

"D-Dead!?" She cried out in a hoarse whisper, looking down at Soldier's body and ignoring the weird red hologram for now. There's no way he could be dead, she didn't just watch someone die, did she…?

While the Candidate continued her silent freak out, Medic inspected one of the syringes and found it loaded with pink liquid. Ah, that explains that. Miss Pauling was very fond of these. Afterall, melting them was a very efficient and effective way to dispose of bodies.

In other words, Medic had accidently pelted Soldier with over ten syringes full of highly acidic liquid, with two of them hitting vital areas. Not only was Soldier dead, he's also slowly melting from inside…

Ouch?

Ouch.

"Vell, I guess these aren't tranquilizers…" Medic shrugged and reached for his Medi-Gun.

"M-Medic, you ARE going to revive him, right?" IF gave a nervous smile, hoping that he WILL use that Medi-Gun to bring him back… It made sense for him to do that, but at this point the madmen were too unpredictable for her.

"H-He's dead… He's really dead…" Nepgear muttered in disbelief in the meantime. Out of curiosity IF snapped her fingers in front of the traumatized Nepgear's face, but the lilac-haired girl gave no response, much to IF's concern.

"Ja, ja… dummkopf…" Medic muttered as he began reviving his dead teammate. Before the end of the minute, the American was back on his feet, and still angry as ever.

"Which one of you numbnuts just killed your own Soldier!?" The Soldier snarled pointing at each and every one of the maggots present at the meeting.

"Soldier, please return to your seat." Histoire ordered, hiding the slight intimidation she's feeling. To her surprise he dropped his shoulders and obeyed.

"Yes. Ma'am."

'I didn't think that would actually work… Maybe he responds well to established authority? That might actually make him the easiest to handle...' The Oracle mused, though her relief was short-lived as the Candidate's freak-out intensified.

"Wha-Wha-Wha-WHAT!?" Nepgear finally yelped, her brain still lagging from all that she just witnessed. "S-So that was true? Y-You really can bring people back from death!?" Nepgear's shaking eyes landed on Medic.

"Да, If tiny baby men kill us, Doctor can give us life again." Confirmed Heavy.

"That's… THAT'S AMAZING!" And just like that, Nepgear's terror gave way to her 'fangirl' mode again. Before any more shenanigans happened though, the Spy decided to cut in, figuratively.

"Ahem." Spy coughed. "Shall we?"


"Miss Pauling."

"Y-Yes?"

"I take it you've prepared my workforce for the upcoming assault?"

"Yes, everyone is informed about the plan and prepared. Like you ordered, Administrator. We're ready to move out as scheduled."

The Administrator hung up and allowed a tiny smirk to find its way onto her face. If her intel is correct, the Decoy base should be destroyed by now, but ex-RED Engineer's teleporter should be still there, ready to use.

A normal, useless person would have given up by now, after a month of fruitless searching for a bunch of people that may or may not be even alive. But she isn't normal, she's stubborn, and she won't stop until she leaves no loose ends. Even if it meant hunting nine undead people through the entire globe.

The plan is simple, leave six people to defend the next target of Gray Man's assault, the Rottenburg city, and remaining three, plus Miss Pauling and Saxton Hale who just got back, will investigate the Decoy base. While Gray Mann's trying to destroy yet another Mann Co. facility she will kill two birds with one stone and both tie the remaining loose end and get her forces into unguarded Carrier Tank, something she couldn't do at all till now.

…She took another cigarette…

"…Let's see if you're still worthy, Miss Pauling..."


"Before we begin, I would like to confirm one last thing." Histoire began, meticulously choosing the right words.

"Yeah?" Engie asked.

"I realize this may sound crazy, but-"

"To the point, Madame Histoire." Spy said. The Planeptune oracle nodded.

"Did you… travel through time...?"

Both Nepgear and IF looked at Histoire as if she just grown taller than them, while the mercenaries looked at themselves with faces that said 'Well. I guess the jigs is up'.

"T-Time travel!? Histoire, don't you think that is a little farfetched?" Nepgear remarked in disbelief, as did IF.

"Jeez Histoire, I was just joking back there. I didn't think you'd take it so seriously."

The fairy oracle shook her head though. "But it fits. Think about it, their lack of knowledge of common information, outdated weaponry, the Meet the Team videos and how they appeared from thin air in Virtua Forest." She reasoned, getting through to the two girls.

Meanwhile the mercenaries were using their ridiculous "psychic" connection to quietly vote.

Scout: Should we tell 'em? I say we tell 'em.

Heavy: Да, I agree.

Soldier: Let's show this world how real men fight!

Pyro: ...

Engineer: I'm with Scout here, fellas. If she already deduced this much, then this might make things easier for us.

Medic: Vell. Vorst comes to vorst, they'll only think ve're insane.

Spy: I would assume IF will report this to that 'Guild', but as the Doctor said, they'll only think we're insane at worst. Hell, some of us really are insane…

Sniper: As long as they pay, I'm in.

With that everyone nodded, even the Demoman who fell asleep. While IF and Histoire were still in the middle of the argument. "-doesn't explain how they didn't know what CPU-."

"Close, ma'am. But that ain't true."

The guild agent and book fairy stopped arguing and looked at the smirking Engie. "Pardon?" Histoire asked, and the mercenaries responded with Medic, Engie and Spy as their spokespeople, who have the most social skills out of the team, explaining how they got here. And to soften up some of IF's suspicion, Engineer even set up a level one teleporter on the spot. Fascinated by technology as usual, Nepgear was more than willing to test it out after Engineer teleported himself across the room, and then less than happy when she nearly fell onto the floor due to disorientation…

When Histoire questioned them about all that stuff they brought in, the mercenaries told them about how they were defending a facility from army of robots, and that they were about to move to the next location when the mishap happened.

While it explained a few things to IF, she's still skeptical but she decided to keep silent. Nepgear was lost somewhere at the robots part and Histoire's processor is currently overloaded…

"If I have it right…" Histoire managed to speak, even if her mind is lagging due to information overload. "You are actually not from Gamindustri, but from another world named 'Earth', where you were defending your employer's facilities from your former employer's killer who decided to take over Man Co. using an army of robotic versions of yourself-"

"Mann Co. Ma'am! Two 'n's." Soldier corrected her, to which IF rolled her eyes. Histoire just ignored him.

"…And when you used Engineer's newest invention you found yourself in the Virtua Forest here in Gamindustri."

"It was an accident." Engie groaned. "But yeah, seems right to me."

"You sure dealt with this whole changing worlds thing pretty quickly." IF still skeptical as ever... Scout pointed his thumb at the French spook of the team.

"That shape-shifting rat there is a master of quick thinkin'." The 'shape-shifting rat' smirked at the insulting compliment.

"Indeed, what the boy who cries from rainbows said."

"Shut the hell up, Spy! Rainbows don't make me cry."

"I'm pretty sure they do."

"Nu-uh. Who the 'ell would cry from seein' rainbows. Huh?"

'Those two really get along…' Nepgear thought with a bit of sarcasm before asking aloud. "But that means you're employed already, right?"

"More like, forced to work for bloody nothing…" Sniper grumbled.

"Forced for nothing?" Histoire blinked. Someone managed to get them to do something like protecting property from a robotic army for nothing? How?!

"Former contract details, please don't ask." Spy shut down her question. "Anyway, I think we should cut the idle talk about our past and move onto the contract details."

"Right, the contract." Histoire motioned to IF, who began distributing sheets of paper to the each mercenary. "What I ask you is to help us defeat ASIC and release the captured CPUs."

"Quite a vague objective, but not an impossible one. I assume these people we 'met' yesterday are part of that… organization?" Histoire nodded at Spy's words.

"That's right. The Arfoire Syndicate of International Crime, or ASIC for short, is a crime organization…"

'No kidding, Sherlock.' Scout thought.

"…which is slowly destroying all nations by draining their goddess' shares in order to revive their leader, Arfoire." Heavy raised his hand. "Yes, Heavy?"

"Shares?"

'It's like teaching kids in kindergarten. Except they're grown up.' IF thought.

"Oh right. Shares are basically the life-force for the CPUs. Shares are generated when people believe in their nation's goddess. The more Shares the nation has, the stronger their CPUs are. Since the last report, Planeptune has only 7.6 percent Shares. Is this explanation satisfactory, Heavy?"

Heavy got it, but at the same time didn't get it... How people believing in you make you stronger? "Yes." But he still decided to nod.

'These CPUs are getting more and more fascinating. Getting stronger by people believing in you? Hah!' Medic thought with amusement as the Oracle continued.

"Actually now that we're on the subject, did you bring Maxie as I asked?"

"Maxie? Who's that?" Nepgear blinked.

"Well, we couldn' bring her in without her tryin' to scream for help or escapin'. So…" Scout looked at Medic. The rest of the team followed suit, and finally the girls looked at the German a moment later. Surprisingly the German doctor was looking quite nervous from the attention he's receiving…

"Vat?"

"You were in charge of our prisoner of war, where is she?" Soldier calmly stated. Histoire who had brief flashbacks from the experiments in Meet the Medic had to gulp and ask.

"Doctor, she IS still alive and has her entire body intact, right?"


Somewhere in the warehouse complex. Maxie had just woken up on the floor with both her hands and legs tied to the furniture, the 'Kritzkrieg' (Similar in appearance to the Medi Gun, it sports an additional fixture to the barrel with two glowing yellow lights on each side.) releasing a weak healing beam into her much to her confusion. She's also feeling a large amount of numb pain in her stomach and she can feel the cool floor on her back.

She looks down…

Her entire top clothes are removed, along with her bra, releasing her bare chest for all to see. If she finds out that those people had some funny ideas… the ASIC lieutenant tried to lift her head in order to see her stom-

Oh my god…

Her entire stomach is cut open! She can even see all her internal organs, but that's not the worst part…

Somehow these bastards managed to scramble their positions, and now she can see her beating heart where her liver was supposed to be…

She could feel puke coming up, which makes this even more horrifying because she can also SEE the puke coming up, which makes even more bile try to force it's way to her mouth.

H-Holy crap, what is her liver doing down there where her womb should be!? And…

"I-Is that my womb under my lungs!?"


"Yes, she is quite alive and intact." Medic nodded, before scratching his cheek. "But I scrambled her organs." Nepgear's face became terrified while IF sighed, she saw it coming.

"W-What? Why!?" Histy asked, incredulous, too surprised and horrified to even be angry. The Medic responded by adjusting his glasses with an evil smirk.

"For science. Frau Histoire."

'Note to self; NEVER get on their wrong side.' Nepgear and IF thought together.

Deciding it's better to not pursue the topic, Histoire decided to skip and move onto something else. "I… see… Anyway, I'm not able to tell you your precise payment, it will vary on your performance and other things, however I assure you that killing civilians will be met with harsh payment cuts."

"How much?" Sniper asked.

"At least twenty five percent per, for each innocent person killed." Histoire's face grew serious. All mercs winced. Four civilians killed and they can kiss their payment good bye? Not even the Administrator was that harsh on giving payments… well, at least during the Gravel War she wasn't.

"But killing ASIC members is still valid?" Spy pried, and the Oracle sighed.

"As much as it hurts, I wouldn't bet you'd try to solve things peacefully…" The fact that she subtly called all of them killers wasn't missed by the mercenaries, but they kept silent. She's right afterall.

"Real men solve problems with their fists!" Soldier puffed his chest, confirming what Histoire just said.

Nepgear with each passing word grew more and more nervous. Histoire informed her that the mercenaries she will hire aren't exactly… harmless, and she understands that times are rough, but to go as far as to recruit not one but nine walking killing machines? At least Histoire made it clear that she won't tolerate violence against innocent people, but she still had her moral doubts…

"In short. Your objective is to help us defeat ASIC and we will pay you depending on how you do it. Keep in mind the penalty for civilian casualties. Any other questions?" Engineer raised his hand. "Yes, Engineer?"

"Sorry to be blunt, Ma'am. But do y'all mind giving us some place to sleep? I don't think it's safe in the warehouse complex."

"'Not safe in the warehouse complex'. I understand it was the ASIC hideout but do you mind explaining?"

Engineer and Spy explained the call from CFW Judge, along with Scout who told what he got from one of the ASIC leaders, at which IF and Nepgear grew alarmed, which is understandable. When Histoire asked if they could say anything about him or how he looks, Engie gave Histoire the phone Spy sapped.

Needless to say, the girls grew even more alarmed, with Histoire being the most right now. "H-He called you? Does he know about Nepgear being here!?" At that, Spy disguised himself as Maxie to answer.

"All in a day's work. It's so freakin' easy to fool people when you're a Spy. Seriously I can make 'em eat from my hands!" 'Maxie' smirked, before dropping the disguise.

"Wow…" Nepgear forgot how to think for a moment…

"But once word gets out, I think both Maxie and you, Mademoiselle Nepgear are going to be in deep trouble…"

"I see… there should be a small hotel near the Basilicom, I can write it off to you so you can use it personally. And that also means, paying taxes."

"You're too kind." Spy used Flattery! It's super effective!

"I've been thinking." IF stroked her chin. "You were supplied by that ManN Co. right?" She sarcastically emphasized that second 'n'.

"Aye. So?" Demoman nodded.

"Then wouldn't that mean you lost all your ammo resupply?" IF brought a good point, on which everyone fell briefly silent.

"That's a good point, it's hard to fire a gun without ammunition." Nepgear agreed.

"Hehey, no fear. Hardhat's dispensers have ammo-."

"Scout, dispensers only provide ammunition. It doesn't create it."

"Well, if you write off the calibers, I could make an agreement with the Guild." Histoire said. At which Heavy raised his hand again.

"Sasha uses custom-tooled cartridges. Most people don't do them."

"Sasha, that's your minigun, right?" Nepgear asked.

"Да, she weights one-hundred kilograms and-."

"No one cares, fatcakes." Scout taunted, but the Russian had thicker skin than that.

"So custom-made order… I assume these bullets on your belt are these special bullets. Do you mind if I take one to reverse engineer it?" Heavy thought for a moment, before shrugging and placed one bullet on the Oracle's waiting hands.

Which were nearly instant on the desk once Heavy took his hand away…

To her horror she heard and FELT, her bones cracking.

Her eyes widen from the sheer weight of it. She can't lift even one bullet and he had an entire BELT made out of them, and he's carrying it so effortlessly…

To her relief when Heavy realized the bullet is too Heavy he took it and placed it next to her adorable crushed hands. "Little woman is too small to carry a tiny bullet. Ahaha!" Heavy briefly laughed as Histoire rubbed her hands together, considering asking their Doctor for help…

Which she doesn't need to, as the very amused Doctor already fired his Medi-Gun at her. And just like that she feels good again! In fact she felt even better than before, even her headache is gone! "Thanks, Medic." She rubbed her no longer crushed hands together.

Out of curiosity, Nepgear took said bullet into her hands, and her Oracle was right. This IS heavy… "Umm, Heavy… what's Sasha's caliber?" the CPU Candidate asked.

"Full one cal."

IF's eyes widen and she let her jaw loose. "O-One cal!?" 'Is he firing a minigun or an AA gun!?' A bullet that big is enough to completely sever human limbs… and if what he said in Meet the Heavy was true then he's firing ten-thousands of them in a single minute! 'T-That person yesterday was turned into mincemeat… just how easily can they kill people…?'

"S-So…" The Oracle composed herself. "Is there anything else we should discuss?"

'Hmm… objective, payment, place to sleep and supplies… I think we're done here.' Sniper recalled their talk so far. "Nah, I think that's all."

"Then please sign your contracts, you can find all additional things we have discussed on the last page."

After all mercenaries finished writing their own signatures. (In Pyro's case it burned its one into the paper, but somehow managing to not destroy or even damage it) the mercs returned the pages to IF.

While Histoire began counting the sheets, Spy cleared his throat.

"With that out of the way, shall we discuss our plan of attack?"


Interdimensional RED-Coded Contract

Histy Meets Them All! (Part II)


Before I say anything. The part where Spy bluffs about 'Illness' is actually part I copied from 'Ceasefire Days' by 'sawruhr' (without the '). I liked that part too much to not include it in my fanfiction as well.

I had, way, WAY too much fun than I should writing Maxie's part. Or writing this chapter in general, I hated it and loved it at the same time .-.

Respondes:

- GXLatias

Thanks, I planned that one since the beginning, I'm glad you liked it.

- BreadNotDead

To be honest I could make that pep talk little better in my opinion… it just feels to short for me.

- Piggyslayer1235

Thanks…?

- Harmless Orange