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Ms. Pauling looked out among the assembled 18 mercenaries split in half, copies of each other dressed in red and blue, noticing the glares addressed across the table. She shouldn’t have been surprised by the animosity shown due to the fact that they kill each other on the regular for a war that’s been going on for eons. Well, this is going to throw them for a loop. She fought a giggle at the thought.
“Ms. Pauling, would you care to inform us of why we’re here?” The Engineer dressed in blue, asked, catching the only female's attention.
“Ah, yes. The Administer decided that things were becoming a bit stale, so she hired a new mercenary wh-”
“Wait, you said mercenary, as in, one?” The Red Scout, interrupted.
“Yes, he will have a special role. Just to keep things interesting. He will be known as the Assassin. His job is to keep both teams on their toes and keep the teams from coming to an overwhelming victory. He is not a part of either team so he can kill and be killed by anyone. Any questions?”
“So, how will his respawn work and where will he be stayin’?” Blu Engineer asked after a moment of silence.
“He’ll be connected to both respawns, but will respawn in the same area as the team he’s staying with and that will be decided by the winner of today's match. Each battle will decide who he stays with as he’ll remain with the winner of each battle.”
“And what’s stoppin’ us from killing the maggot in respawn?” Reds Soldier asked.
“Or him killing us?” Reds Spy added on.
“While in respawn neither party can hurt the other and that’s only in respawn.”
“And vith zhe winner he’ll receive zhe Uber surgery?” Reds Medic asked with a spark of madness in his eyes.
“Yes.”
“Why would he get the Uber surgery if Doc would never Uber him?”
“You do not know vhat ve have planned, Dummkopf.” Red Medic snapped at the Blu Scout.
“Yeah, Uber the guy who’ll just turn around and kill ya.” Blu Scout fought back with a glare.
“At least he vould have killed you first.” The two glare at each other.
“All right, calm down.” Blu Engineer placed a hand on the Scout next to him to calm him down. “When will he be battlin’ with us?”
“The battle after his surgery. Any other questions?” The rest are silent as Ms. Pauling waits. “Okay, well, meeting dismissed.” She gathers up her things and exits as both Medics were given a file on Assassin to keep as a record.
Blu Medic was sitting in his Medbay doing paperwork after the battle. Blu team had finally won a battle after suffering heavy losses for the past month against the Red. It was as he was finishing up a paper that he heard the knock at the door.
“Come in.” He doesn’t look up from his documents as he waits for whichever buffon decided to interrupt his work.
“Are you Medic?” The voice he heard was softer, sweeter, and colder than any of the other mercenaries had a right to be. He looked up from his paperwork to see a small male in a black trench coat with wavy coal hair that's pulled back in a ponytail and obsidian eyes that lack emotion.
“Ja, and you must be Assassin.” Medic receives a simple nod in response.
“I was told to meet with you for a surgery?”
“Ja, ja. Zhe Uber Surgery.” He stood from his chair and walked over to the smaller male. He realized he’s a full foot taller than the male before him. “I need you to remove your top. You may undress behind the curtain.” He then walks away to prepare the table for the surgery.
Assassin waited until the other male was out of sight before going over to the curtain and taking off his trench coat revealing a skin-tight sleeveless black top with scars along the arms. He untucks the shirt and pulls it off to reveal many more scars, but the biggest one is the one that goes from his right shoulder blade to his left hip bone. He walks out and over to where Medic had finished setting up the table.
Medic turned around hearing the footsteps and froze blinking at the scarred male before him. His curiosity was piqued on how one could have so many scars, but what really intrigued him was the largest which crossed his whole chest.
“Medic?” His soft voice brought said male out of his curious gaze.
“Ja, lay down and ve can get started.” He receives a nod in response as the smaller male lays down on the examination table. Medic trains his Medigun on the male on the table watching as the blue rays casted a soft glow. “Now, let’s practice medicine.” He picks up his scalpel as a shine covers his glasses.