Word Count : 1265

Warning : References to torture

Scouts
Grian - Pyro (Previous) 
Scar - Soldier (Secondary) 
Stress - Sniper (Secondary) 

Soldiers
False - Heavy (Previous) 
Wels - Medic (Secondary) 
Bdubs - Engie (Secondary) 

Pyros
Tango - Engie (Previous) 
Cleo - Medic (Secondary) 
Hypno - Demo (Secondary) 

Demos
Iskall - Sniper (Previous) 
iJevin - Scout (Secondary) 
Ren - Sniper (Secondary) 

Heavys
TFC - Medic (Secondary) 
Vintage - Pyro (Secondary) 
xBCrafted - Demo (Secondary) 

Engies
Mumbo - Spy (Previous) 
Impulse - Scout (Secondary) 
Biffa - Soldier (Previous) 

Medics
Doc - Demo (Previous) 
Cub - Engie (Secondary) 
Xisuma - Heavy (Previous) 

Snipers
Joe - Soldier (Secondary) 
Zedaph - Pyro (Previous) 
Keralis - Scout (Secondary) 

Spys
Ethos - Engie (Secondary) 
Jessassin - Soldier (Secondary) 
Python - Demo (Previous) 

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After everyone was done eating breakfast and the kitchen and living room were all picked up, everyone made quick trips to grab their weapons and gear for a mission that they would get paid for.

Everyone scrambled from their rooms, to the supply cabinet to outside where they would wait in their spawn room for further instructions.

Just approaching the spawn room they had; Grian could hear someone shouting at a bunch of the mercenaries, commanding them with orders and such and telling them to be faster.

"Come on now! I'm not paying anyone to stand around!" The man ordered, standing on a bunch of wooden crates.

Grian watched as some of the mercs grumbled in annoyance but didn't speak up. "Must be because they wanna get paid." Grian concluded, quickly moving out of the way so he wasn't an obstacle.

The man on the wooden crates counted the room, standing impatiently. "Where are the rest of you?"

One of the heavy weapon class, TFC, spoke up. "They'll be here any minute now; this mission did just come in."

Finally the person did one last headcount. "You're missing a medic and an engineer, where are they?" As soon as the words fell out of the man's mouth, Mumbo ran in, carrying a metal container over his shoulder.

XisumaVoid came sprinting in, accidently bumping into Mumbo from not looking where he was going.

Mumbo fell forwards, dropping the metal container. The container tumbled to the floor as the engie winced, pushing himself up again.

The man on the crates, Julien McHoland looked annoyed. "Oh come on! I hired you all as professionals, not as children running into each other!"

Mumbo got up on his knees, quickly grabbing the container by its handle and setting it up right again.

Xisuma pulled out his medigun and placed the healing beam on the crouched down Engineer.

Grian watched as the engie's eyes widened slightly as he turned to the medic, giving a slight smile. "Thanks X."

Julien cleared his throat. "Now that you all are finally here-" he started. Eyes turned back to him. "-Your mission is to push a Payload bomb to an enemy warehouse that's currently in the way of future plans."

iJevin, one of the Demomen who was standing with his arms crossed over his chest, spoke out. "Just tell us how much we're getting from this."

A couple of muttered agreements went up in the air as Julien sighed sharply. "Right, of course that's what really catches your attention." The man on the crates cleared his throat once again before continuing. "You all will be paid eight hundred dollars each for this mission."

Bdubs, a soldier was the next to blurt out as confused looks were shared among the group. "What's the catch? You've never paid us that much before for a simple payload mission."

"Yeah, and especially not every single one of us individually." Scar added.

Julien sighed in annoyance. "We're simply getting rid of a minor thorn. Now drop the question and get ready. Those battle gates will open soon." He snapped before turning away from the group and getting down from the off the crates to walk away.

The huge group of mercs all parted and started to prepare and get ready for their mission.

Grian himself simply checked his scatter gun and pistol. He also made sure that his baseball bat was firmly at his side. The new merc then went and sat down on one of the benches in the spawn room, silently watching everyone else suit up and prepare. He took note of what everyone was grabbing too, from their cosmetics/outfits to what their facial expressions told him and somewhere while doing that, Grian spaced out.

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"Hey, boss. We have a Spy here. What do you want us to do with them?"

Grian was simply standing guard, holding onto his axe. He turned his head to who had spoke. His teams demo. Grian didn't know any of these guys. They called themselves Watchers and they were stupidly competitive, evening going as far as to have matching outfits and masks over their faces so no one could tell who they were.

Grian hated that, so that was why after this match he was leaving their group to join a different one.

The leader of the group, Jester, the head Watcher turned and walked over to the demo.

Besides the demo and kneeling on his knees was an enemy spy. The spy had a black vest on while the sleeves and pants were red with black hair. The spy also had black gloves on, as well as a mask.

The mask had what appeared to be a black colored blind fold on and a black mustache. No lips, nose or eyes. And the masks color was white, except for the blood splatter staining its cheeks. The spy player had some wounds over them and it was difficult to tell if the blood on them was theirs or Grian's teammates.

Jester had his head turned down to the enemy Spy. "Is this the only living enemy left?"

Grian's team soldier spoke up. "Affirmative. This one is the only one left alive of his team."

Jester then smiled wickedly. "Good. Do as you wish to him, but keep him alive. That should teach him to think twice when he ever tries to go competitive."

Grian felt himself cringe as the Spy was hulled off by the demo and soldier. Grian knew exactly what they were going to do to the poor person, but he knew he couldn't do anything about it.

Grian then turned and walked the other way towards the boat to leave the island they were on. He had stepped outside just as screams started to fill the air.

After what seemed like hours, which was only 3, the rest of Grian's team joined him on the get away boat. The demo and soldier both appearing a little too happy as they left.

A pause of silence.

Grian spoke up with a blank tone. "What did you do to the Spy?"

The soldier chuckled, a horrible grin on his face. "Collapsed a bunch of crates on him with a dead teammate next to him."

The demo laughed. "He started crying around the end, practically begging us to kill him right then and there!"

Grian could feel his stomach twist into knots but he held his tounge as the rest of the trip went without a word.

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"Grian?"

The new merc blinked several times, his vision focusing to see Mumbo standing in front of him.

With a smile and tired yet confident looking eyes, Mumbo spoke up once again. "Ready?"

Grian went and stood up, giving a firm nod in affirmation. "Ready as I'll ever be."

Mumbo chuckled as he went to get ready to run out of spawn with Grian following him.

Fin

Just a bunch of late night doodles- aight, hope y'all enjoyed this chapter- now imma try and get some sleep-  :)