Uncalled For || TF2

Rise And Shine

Scout is sprawling all over the sofa in the rec room. Pyro is sitting on the floor watching the carton show on the television; he claps happily whenever the characters in the show doing something that amused him. Scout peeks to the show sometimes but has less interest to watch it fully, so he makes himself busy with the baseball in his hands, playing catch. He throws it up to the air and the ball falls down back onto his hands. Sound of footstep getting near could be heard; the Bostonian stretches his neck to see who is coming. It is you. Pyro waves his hands as you wave back at the man, who continue to watch the cartoon show. You smile at Scout when you notice he was staring. The man snorts as he wiggles and rest his head on the cushion arm. His eyes following you who is sitting on the other empty sofa.

"So. Ya gonna assist us huh?" Scout starts with sarcasm hinted in his voice. He throws the baseball again up to the air and then catch it with his right hand.

"Basically. However, I'm looking for your co-operation as well. As it has mentioned before, this weapon is in beta, and I am here to test," you nod as you explain the circumstance. After all that is what the contract said; you are under a one year contract for weapon test. You are expected to deliver report every two weeks to the company concerning the biotic weapon you would be using later.

Scout raises an eyebrow and look at you up and down. All of them are mercenary, and although Scout is the 'slim' person in the group and yet his figure is fit to the war they are fighting in the moment. As for you, he didn't catch any vibe of a mercenary from you, although you are not that civilian enough, "Ya didn't look like a mercenary or anyone with fighting experience in their CV ya know."

You are leaning against the arm cushion with your right hand supporting your chin. Hearing him say that making you giving him a long look, eyebrows raise up. Your lips twitch.

Seeing you speechless with such expression make Scout laugh, "Don't get me wrong, buddy! I was just saying, although ya aren't little, it just didn't give me the vibe—even Engineer got this scary aura although he didn't show it to ya—" he sits up from his nap, facing you with frantic manner. You note to yourself he is a bold man.

"And all this new class? After all these years? Ridiculous! We've been doing fine with only Medic after all, ya see. Didn't mean to dismiss ya. Not like I hate ya, you got me?" Scout continues his speech, leaning toward you.

You have a small toothy smile on your face as you speak, "All is good. I got that a lot about me. But rest assure, can I call you Scout? That I have experience in fighting. If not, I wouldn't be here wouldn't I? Though I may be not as strong as all of you"

Scout looks at you with content. You are right after all. To think of it, the company would not randomly hire someone incompetent and 'toss' them into the battlefield. Take a sample, him. He is competent and reliable, also incredible, everyone knows it; hence the company hire him into this war. He acknowledges your reason, "Well, fair 'nough," he shrugs. A grin soon occupies his face, "Ya gonna witness how awesome I am. Don't lose yer head on the battlefield ya see? But wait, we're already outta our mind here. So nevamind," he shrugs again without a care.

You lost yourself. Your shoulder shudder as you try to hold your roar of laughter from escaping, instead scrunching over forward, hiding your face on your laps, chuckling. Scout looks at you with a frown at first, but then laugh at the sight. Both of you are in a good mood.

"Leetle Scout and Assistant are laughing; what is it about?" strong Russian accent greet both of Scout's and your ears. Heavy steps into the room with a plate of sandwich. His weight make a dip onto the cushion next to you. He studies both of you who have regained composure. Scout is still snickering under his breath while you cough to catch up your breath.