Unwanted Guests

[Syrrus]

The Engineer had spent his morning drinking his coffee and reading the local newspaper, while the spinning and purring of his level1 sentry sang where it stood upon the floor next to him. Dell Conagher, which was his actual name was waiting for a few guests, guests he was not to keen on having around - though Miss Pauling had made it quite clear to him that he had little choice and being a man of practical problem solving he thought it dumb to argue. This was why he sat upon his porch and listened to the silent echoes of the Texas wilderness around and the humming of a vehicle engine in the far distance.


The Spy had first picked up The Scout all the way in Brooklyn and have had to hit him multiply times over the back of his head for putting his disgusting feet upon on the dashboard of Spy's favourite machine in the whole wide world; his red convertible. It was not until he had stopped his car and Scout had leaped out that Spy could breath calmly again, with his fifty-third cigarette hanging from his bottom lip.


"What sort of trash joint is this suppose to be?" Asked Scout, clearly not amused by the small two level house. Engineer peered at his two RED teammates over the top of his newspaper before turning the page and giving it all his attention, without saying another word. "Yo! Engy, you got here first?"


"Heck, why not; yes, yes I did." Engineer responded by folding his newspaper up and placing it on the table to his right. He looked rather odd without his goggles, they were laying next to him upon the table, too. "Hey!" Scout shouted and pulled his hands up in the air. "Who are you and what have you done to Engin-" A slap form Spy was enough to shut the little sad man up, as the Frenchman walked up to the table.


"Afternoon, labourer." Spy said with a unimpressed expression upon his face. Engineer said nothing and simply folded his arms across his chest.


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[trumma]

Minutes later the next group arrived to small area, footsteps crunching across gravel as an announcement of their arrival. Dusty clothes and faces red with heat made it obvious they had walked sometime instead of taking a vehicle or some other form of transportation that wasn't their feet. The two mercenaries were from BLU, if only indicated by the Spy's outfit and that their faces were not familiar amongst those of the RED team. Said Spy was dressed as usual, sharp cobalt suit done up neatly and accented by a navy coloured balaclava that covered the man's face. Directly beside him was his allied Demoman, standing a few inches taller, and carried himself in a humble manner. He hadn't taken up the usual outfit worn when carrying out his explosive job. Instead he wore a light blue plaid shirt, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, a pair of worn jeans, and a brown backpack slung over one shoulder with all sorts of odd angles and lumps pushing against the fabric. A soft smile contrasted that of the blank face of his companion and he raised a dark hand to wave to those who had already arrived.


"Sorry if we were a bit late," He said to all of them, his voice heavy with an African accent, as both of them stopped in front of the porch. "The car broke down a while back, must have overheated or just at the end of it's life." The Demoman's gaze trailed upwards to take quick survey of the cottage and he let out a quiet chuckle before continuing on with, "There's eighteen of us, if everyone does show up we're going to be packed up in there like sardines."


The rogue behind him was mostly silent, not speaking a noise. He shifted slightly after glancing over the others already here to reach into his pocket and pull out a box of cigarettes. He retrieved one, sticking it between his teeth, and then exchanged the box for a lighter, flicking it open and lighting up. He engaged in a few nervous puffs that would serve to help his nerves and seemed content to just let the other beside him do the talking.

 

[Syrrus]

The Engineer was just about to smack Spy over the back of the head for his snorting and fun poking when the BLU arrived, to his less interest and slight annoyance. He knew they were coming but it felt rather sour to have to deal with them, especially now. "Afternoon" the Engineer nodded at the duo and Scout spun around and still held his hands up as if ready to knock some sense into them, if there was any sense to be knocked from the RED Scout. "If your worried about the space, don't be." Engineer pulled his feet up on the sentry using it as a beautifully crafted - and very dangerous - footstool. "The basement has much more space, built durin' the revolution. Not by me." He chuckled.


Spy watched the two with a glance and a glare, while still smoking his cigarette, he stood proud - back straight and eyes narrowed beneath his red balaclava. There were differences between the teams, clearly, and that made him feel even better about himself. He was about to say something when Scout decided to utter some more wisdom upon the others of their new group. "So, how far to a place where I can get some chicken and meet some chicks?" he chuckled, goofily as always. Engineer raised an eyebrow in slight confusion. "A few miles, south, but you'll need--" "Thanks egghead! See you losers later!" Scout shouted as he began to run which caused Engineer to widen his eyes slightly and Spy to peer his way.


"A few miles, you say?" He asked, slowly. "Heck, it takes about four to five hours by car." answered Engineer who shrugged. Spy could not help but grin from ear to ear, for he could simply not wait too see how this worked out, and really hoped it had something to do with some wild animals. Engineer then turned his look upon the BLU. "Anyone else comin'?"

 

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The two blue clad mercenaries turned their heads to watch the younger one rush off and then they looked back to the Engineer when he posed the question. The Spy simply shrugged in response and then lifted a hand, taking his cigarette between his index and middle finger, drawing it out so he could blow out a few smoke rings. As for the Demoman, he answered with, "Perhaps. I know our own engineer was planning on it but he's a stubborn bastard, does things on his own time and usually doesn't accept help but he's got a good head on him and knows there's safety in numbers."


There wasn't much else to be said. Even though they were a team contact wasn't the easiest, especially when being hunted down by Gray's army of hardhearted robots. But then the dark skinned man added in more cheerfully, a grin splayed across his face, "Doesn't matter, you've got two of the best machine destroyin' mercenaries here!" He wrapped his arm around the other, pulling him closer much to the Spy's disgruntlement, and added teasingly, "I suppose you bunch are okay too. The backup is appreciated."


After dropping his arm to allow his partner to resume his more dignified stance, the explosive's expert shifted slightly and asked, "Would you happen to have anything to tow our car up here? That's where most of our stuff us." He paused for a moment to slide his backpack off his shoulder and laid it carefully on the dusty ground beside the porch steps. "I've got all my weapons in there along with this fella's-" He jerked his thumb towards the Spy. "-sappers. Wouldn't want someone accidentally stumbling across all of that."

 

[Syrrus]

"I suppose we could take my pickup trick, I'm sure she can pull your car all the way here without trouble." Engineer said, as he pulled himself up from his seat and walked towards the carriage and his own vehicle which stood there, waiting. He made sure there was chains and rope in the back, so he would have something that could tie the two cars together before throwing a glance towards the two BLUs, "Who of you are comin' with me, then?" He could probably find the car without help, yet he figured it could be easier to have someone there, to either load the important stuff into the pickup truck or help with the pulling. Spy decided to instantly move out of the way, he was not going to do any heavy lifting. He needed to take a long around - perhaps find some interesting secrets to keep him occupied.


"I provide nothing but backup." Spy said, as he exhaled clouds of blue smoke into the air. "To let loud and obnoxious meatheads deal with the front lines tends to be to my advantage -- I take it that there is no one inside?" The latter was directed towards Engineer who climbed into his truck. "Except the Medic, nope." Spy could not say that he was looking forward to meet the Medic but it was better than standing outside in the hot Texas air.


Meanwhile the loud and not-so-lovely tunes of the Soldier could be heard in the distance, he had been marching, probably, while shouting something that one could assume should have been military suited and not what he actually managed to convey, which seemed to have a lot to do with ribs and soup. Spy decided to see that as his queue and leave the BLU to Engineers mercy and enter the cottage tot take a look inside.

 

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"I will," The BLU Demoman answered enthusiastically, raising a hand for a second before walking over to the Engineer's truck and pulling himself into the passenger's seat. He pointed down the dirt road and said to the other, "Just keep goin' straight down there and we should come across it in about ten minutes."


The Spy had looked rather lost when the other suddenly sauntered off. He turned as if to follow suit but paused, watching for a moment, and turned yet again, this time towards the house. Picking up the backpack that the Demoman had left by the steps, he invited himself inside, after the other rogue had entered as well. He lingered in the porch, glancing around to take quick survey over what was in sight, then put the backpack down and out of the way where it could lean up against a wall. He stepped further in and directed himself to what he assumed was the living room, claiming a chair to sit down in.


After a few more puffs on his cigarette he plucked it out of his mouth and lifted his shoe to put it out against his heel. Rolling the butt between his fingers, the Spy was about to toss it away in no particular direction when there was a soft thud against the window. He jumped, startled, and looked over to see his allied Pyro pressed against the glass, gas mask pulled over their head as usual as they waved. The Spy sighed outwardly and motioned with his hand for the firestarter to come inside to which they complied, disappearing for several seconds just to reappear inside the cottage, dragging their flamethrower behind them. He pondered how hot it must have been in the heavy suit as he watched the mercenary come into the room and also take a seat, but elected not to make a comment audibly.