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Prologue

The people who I would soon know to be my future employers later down the line of life were apart of a company branded as Mann.co. They're motto and purpose was simple, to sell weapons to mercenaries and get into fights with others, it's previous owner was Bilious Hale the father of the current owner Saxton hale who was a rather strong Australian man only interested in himself and fighting others. While Mann.co served everyone, it specifically supplied mercenaries working for two large companies. RED, the Reliable Excavation Demolitionists a more man built company, fueled by the power of arms and raw strength but always appearing out of order. The other, BLU, The Builder's League United. They were a much more industrial and advanced into technology, they were also much more organized with what they did. Although they're raw strength relied on machines and artilleries. 

Both of theses large companies were owned by two brothers with a deep hatred of each other, fighting in an endless stalemate for miles and miles of worthless gravel which they thought to be oil. Neither of them thinking or planning to back down to the other or negotiate and share the land. Although I suppose I should thank them little, for it was their companies who had opened the job opportunity to me in my worst times.

When I was born my family had moved to Manhattan from Australia, I was with only my father and my two brothers, Erik and Tyler. My mother had died when I was born, it was a constant reminder I was pressed onto about as if I were the one to blame for it. All I had then was street knowledge, I couldn't fight so I would climb and hide away from others. Erik was the opposite, he cared not for knowledge and only fights, he was quite a brute. Tyler had a diffrent path, he saved his money and managed to get himself good education. Eventually he became management of a skiing company and forgot of his family. Once my father finally kicked me out I was left out on the streets for what felt like a month, naturally I stole from others to survive, money, drinks, food, I even managed to take a hat from someone, a ghastly type of hat. That was until one day I was sitting on the curb eating half of a burger I snatched from someone earlier, something shiny caught my eye across the street.

I had gotten up and quickly ran across, tossing the burger aside as I looked over at what was a nail glistening from the reflection of the sun, it was plunged into a poster that read of BLU's job offerings as a mercenary. While I didn't know much of mercenary, I had seen the benefits of free hospitality and food. In quick haste I took the poster off of the fence and quickly rushed to the location it presented apon it.

I had been taken 16 blocks across Manhatten until I reached a building isolated from the others with neon lights reading "MANN.CO". I went up to what seemed to be a metal wall, but to my surprise it opened like a blast door. Inside I could see a person at a desk who I naturally approched holding the poster and showing him.

"H-Hi there- I'd like to apply for- Mercenary job!" I managed to say to him, looking back I remembered how afraid and jittery I always was when speaking to people. I remember the man simply raising his eyebrow and checking some notes off as he asked me a question to which I still hear sometimes in my sleep when it's very very quite.

"Do you have a name?"
"Mike Grover sir"
"Very well Mr.Grover"

He had handed me some sort of bus ticket after that and told me information of the base and what I was doing, I wished I had paid more attention as I quickly rushed out halfway after when I said the bus was leaving in 10 minutes. I sprinted down 10 blocks until I saw the  bus. Suddenly I heard yelling down the other side of the road near the next block, it was Erik. I didn't want to make a scene so I quickly got onto the bus and hid in the back, the doors closed and we had driven off.
I looked out the window as I saw the city slowly disappear, I had no idea what I was getting myself into when began to rest my head onto the window everything feeling like a fading dream at that moment.