Camping trip. <TF2>

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SUMMER

"Mercs!" Ms. Pauling announced through the speakers. A loud ring echoed the base. "You guys have been working hard, and now there's not really anything to do, so with that being said, you guys are going on a vacation! This is not optional, by the way. Huddle up and decide where you would like to go. You guys have one day before you leave." The loud speaker went off silently while the mercs waddled their way over to the main lobby.

Scout walked in.

"Ah jeez, we goin' on a vacay now?" Scout said, patting himself off smugly as he landed.
"And did she say anything about sexual tensions?" He whispered.
"No, she did not say anything about sexual tensions.", Spy sighed as he walked into the room. "This is why Miss Pauling is and will never have any interest for you, mon ami."
"Oh yeah? Well you don't even know anything 'bout girls! Like, look at you! You're practically made outta bones, old man." He backed up, fixing his posture and puffing his chest out.
Spy rolled his eyes.
The rest of the mercs gathered around one-by-one. Spy slapped a map onto the table sitting randomly in the middle of the room.
"Ok, men. We have less than a day to figure out where we all go. Any suggestions?"

Soldier raised his hand.

"Yes, Soldier?"

"We should go to a beach!" The soldier shouted, as if this was a demand more than a suggestion. He sat up straighter than needed.

"Vell?" The Frenchman gazed at all the mercs for their approval.

"Aye, how bout London? They've got a cool military there!" The Scottish 'cyclops' said, retrieving a dramatic and equally horrified gasp from the Soldier.
"Lets not for the sake of.. Ah, forget about it." Spy said before the Proud American could say anything. "Come on, men! Think of something!" He said, frustration plastered over his masked face.
"How bout you think of sum' if you're so persistent about finding a vacation location." Engineer suggested. "And please, not France."
The Frenchman frowned. "Fine, if that is what you wish, how about we go to Spain? Hm?". He looked at all the mercs for an opinion. No one liked that.
"Hud, hudda! Hutta hud, huddta! [unintelligible mumbling]" Pyro enthusiastically suggested, waving his hand like a grown child. Everyone looked at him awkwardly, not understanding a word the masked man said.

"How about we all visit Boston? My ma would love to meet the whole team! [unneeded rambling]"
"No." Medic said. "How about Germany?"

"No, no! How about Russia?" Heavy asked.

"How about we go camping?" Sniper suggested, completely ignoring the poor Russian man.

"Seems good enough"
"Yeah sure"
"Heavy like idea. Is ok idea."
"Ja, sure."
"Hutta!"
<to this day, sniper still has no idea why they all agreed. >
"So it is settled. Camping?"
Everyone nodded.
"Alright then!" He clapped. "Hurry now, men. Pack your bags, we shall head out at 8AM on the dot tomorrow." Spy patted his suit down and left.