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He threw on his RED uniform and ran outside carrying his launcher and shotgun with him not forgetting his shovel. He approached a fence with a wooden bucket, a stump and metal bucket on the posts with faces drawn on them and RED soldier helmets covering them Orin began to pace back and forth in front of them. "Good morning soldiers! I expect you have come here today for another one of my motivational speeches hmm?" He said leaning close. "Well your in luck because i have a special one today! in fact this one has a morale!" He drew in a deep breath and then said. "491 AD the battle of thermopylae, 300 Spartans defended the Athenian alliance from con-questing Persian adversaries there where days of fighting, but seeing as how tired and thirsty the persians where while fighting the spartans gave them a helping hand by pushing them into the sea using their shields... The morale of this story is that some times it is good to be friendly but aggressive... And beat the crap out of every single enemy you find in the field of battle!" He saluted the posts saying. "That is all gentleman at ease." He then marched away until he got to the bunker entering the kitchen and acknowledging Meiya. "Private." walking to the fridge pouring himself a glass of milk and drinking with a large gulp. "Ahh... It's a great day in this man's army."
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He took a deep breath and said "Good morning. I am Servin Collindar. I am a new addition to this team."
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"Pierre, vat happened to you? Zere is so much blood, unt not even I believe zat I can put you back to normal..." The Medic frowned, pulling his goggles down over his eyes and yanking a high-powered stationary Medigun and aiming it at the Pierre-shaped pile of muscle and bone. "But perhaps zis dose of high-energy flesh-reviving nanobots can!" He hauled back on the release lever and a red stream flowed forth from the end of the Medigun, making that trademark brzzzzt noise that Egon had worked so hard to put into it (he was unsatisfied with how the inital prototypes were so quiet and decided that a nice, loud, technological noise was just what the Medigun needed), and spread over the Pierre-lump. Several moments passed where Metzger was laughing loudly and the room was glowing with red light (and, in his head, this song was playing in the background), but eventually he threw the breaker and the Medigun wound down again.
A moment of silence passed as Metzger wringed his blood-stained hands in front of him. Then... A burbling mrrmrrrgh noise issued from the vague location of what at one point may have been Pierre's head, and a great smile lit Metzger's face. "Ah, Pierre, you haf come back from ze dead!" In what was quite possibly the most disturbing display of the day from Herr Doktor, Egon enveloped the pile of naked flesh in a bear hug, covering his face and most of his upper torso in blood and viscera. He moved the surgical table off to the side and swept another stationary Medigun over to a corner of the medical lab, tied back the activation lever and left it focused on Pierre as he gave him an un-necessary warning ("Try not to move off of ze surgical table vhile ze Medigun is running... You may, er... Fall apart. Again.") and then rushed off to shut his alarm clock down - it was the good Herr Doktor's breakfast time.
He took a quick moment to throw off his surgical smock, revealing an equally-stained waistcoat, shirt, tie, slacks and patent-leather shoes beneath, and headed off to the mess hall - disregarding the fact that he was still dripping with Pierre's blood and errant chunks of flesh. Upon arrival, he gave a cheery wave to the assorted members of RED team that had gathered for breakfast, and made his way to the tiny countertop, removing a bag of pancake mix and a gallon of milk, which he quickly combined into sizzling pancakes on the stovetop. Metzger pulled out his chair at the table, still unaware of the fact that he looked like he'd been rolling in gore for hours (he had) and stank of dead flesh.
"Good morning, mein herren, mein fraulein," he said, pointing to Orin and Meiya respectively, and then he noticed Servin. "Ah," he said, delighted, "herr Administrator vorks quickly, Pierre's replacement has already arrived!" He raised one bloodstained hand to the new Spy. "I am Doctor Egon Metzger, zis team's medical expert. I am pleased to make your acquaintance."
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He looked to Egan and said "Good morning Doctor. It is a pleasure to meet you." When he saw the medic's bloody glove Servin said jokingly "I assume you have been busy operating. Hopefully I wont have to pay too many visits to the infirmary."
Then looked at Meiya and shook her hand it says "It is also a pleasure to meet you Miss. I am fairly new to this country and I have not played any of the American sports yet. Though I have heard some about them. I will most likely be very interested to learn something about it."
Servin noticed that Egan had a German accent. He wondered if he was originally born there or if he was just around a lot of family with the accent.
"It may or may not be obvious, I am too new to know what the other spies have worn, but I am the new spy. I moved to the U.S.A. just a few months ago from Russia. If I do not catch onto some things I apologize in advance because I am not yet use to the slang and such of this nation."
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"If you came in here dressed as a RED scout, you not only would think it ended badly, you would be wanting to be dead. I would have shot you in every pressure point, major nerve and anywhere else I would think appropriate." Taking out her pistol she cocked it and pointed it at her. Acting like she had rounds in it, she said, "Bang." And pulled the trigger but only giving off a clicking noise.
"But stay, I've had enough lone time to last me a while."
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"At least there would be a few of us awake if the RED team decided to try and ambush us at such an early hour, maybe that's our weakness, sleeping." She chuckled and headed towards the refrigerator. She looked inside of it and sighed, there wasn't very much food, there never was, but it seemed that she was out of food, except for cheese. Following Kiyomi's suit she grabbed a piece and placed it in her mouth and started to eat it.
"So how do you like working for BLU? Is it everything you wished for and more?" Leslie asked with a slight sigh, it wasn't an awesome job, but a lot better than not knowing if you were going to be able to pay for next months rent.....
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"I assure you," he said calmly, "I do not vant to see you on mein table any more zen you vant to see yourself on mein table. You vould get it all dirty und covered in blood und inside juice, und I vork very hard keeping mein operating theater clean." He didn't notice that he had left a rather large blood handprint on Servin's left shoulder, or that his entire arm was, indeed, covered in the last mortal remains of the previous spy. The delicious irony of the situation would be forever lost on him. "Velcome to ze team," he said again. He glanced over at Meiya as he helped himself to some of his own pancakes, and then finally noticed the fact that he was covered elbow-deep in Pierre guts.
"Ach, I should probably scrub up zis mess," Egon finally noticed, and quickly washed his hands and arms in the deep steel sink before returning to the table. Metzger dissected the pancakes with the same surgical precision he used on his
"I vant you to see if you can scout out ze veaknesses of ze BLU base's security netvork. I vant to know ze location of every camera, every tripvire, every sentry gun. If et looks security related, I vant you to note its location and report back to me vith your findings. Should you need mein assistance, I vill be in ze lab." His face briefly grew worried. "Hippocrates -" (Hippocrates being one of his pigeons, and not the father of modern medicine) "he's been sick lately." He finished the last of his pancakes and nodded at the Scout once more. "Servin," he said, pointing at the Spy, "unless you vant to get situated in ze base und make yourself at home, I vould like for you to accompany her, entering und exiting via ze sewer." He nodded once more and, with a flare of his coat-tails, headed back towards the medical bay.
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