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Chapter Four "Playing Around" (Ace of Spades | A TF2 Fanfic)

The door creaked open as Soldier led us inside the room. The gym was surprisingly small and dark, with nearly dead fluorescent lights. They kept buzzing, switching on and off. Flies flew around the light. I shook with disgust. Flies were nasty gross. There was a small fighting ring, a test dummy in the corner, a table with ten chairs, and another vending machine. I sniffed the air. There was something dead in here. I’d leave that to Scout to clean up. I just need a reason to force him to come in here and clean it. I’ll think of one later. Soldier placed a rusty bucket on the table, handing Sniper and I a rifle each. It was heavy, but easy to carry. Of course, sniping wasn’t my strength. It was dealing cards, dealing them out, shuffling, stacking them into card houses and doing magic tricks with them.

Just kidding! My title had something to do with cards and not with what a real cards dealer did. It was just a name. Although, I could give magic tricks a go. I could entertain the guys with them during our free time. I should really learn how to do all the things I listed. It would save me in case being a mercenary didn’t work out. It was my plan B. I shook my head and returned my attention to the Soldier. Er, Solly. No, Soldier. Eh, it didn’t matter what I called him, he was Soldier either way. I didn’t even know his real name!

“Now, I want you to shoot this bucket from the other side of the room,” he said, placing his hands on his hip. “If there’s not enough room, we can move this outside.” Outside sounded nice right now.

“Oi got plenty of room here,” Sniper said. I followed him to the back of the room. There was a lot of distance between us and the bucket. He knelt down, adjusting the rifle on his shoulder. He closed one eye, placed his finger on the trigger, and BAM! Hit the bucket, knocking it off the table. Soldier reset the table. I gulped. If I was the bucket right now, I’d be dead. Sniper stood up, patting my back. “It’s your turn.” I gulped again. I adjusted the rifle on my shoulder the way Sniper did. I took a deep breath, closing one eye. I bit my lip, placing my finger on the trigger and BAM!

I missed the bucket completely, blasting a hole into the wall. I barely hit Soldier, who moved farther from the table. I groaned. Sniping wasn’t my strength. I could easily wreck a hole in the wall with my pole or stick a card in it. Why, I could shuffle those cards into the bucket and knock it down. Why couldn’t I do that? Sniper patted my back again. “Well, at least you tried.”

“Now, onto the next part,” Soldier said, waving us over. “Let’s see how good you are at hand to hand combat.” We followed him to a boxing machine. It was like one from the arcades. Not that I’ve ever been to one, but I had heard of the stories. Was this our “hand to hand” combat? When he said that I thought we’d be fighting with melee weapons. This was more fisticuffs. The physical stuff that required punching one direct target, not practicing actual hand to hand combat.

“Ladies first,” Sniper said, gesturing to the machine.

“Woah, I’m not doing it,” I replied, holding my hands up. “I’m not strong enough. You go first. Let the lady let the gentleman go first for once.”

“Foine,” he said. He handed me his glasses and hat. Sniper’s hair was messy. He could’ve done a better job combing it back earlier this morning. I rolled my eyes, shaking my head. Showoff, thinking he could do it better. I’d go first, but then again, I wasn’t strong enough. In one single hit, he reached a hundred points without breaking a fist or letting the machine’s punch bag hit him back. He dusted his hands off. “Your turn,” he replied. I handed him his glasses. I pulled my hands out of my sleeves and rolled them up. For good luck, I spit on my hands, rubbing them together. I even blew on them the way a gambler would blow on their dice. I hype myself up and jumped around lightly.

“C’mon cadet, you’ve got this,” Soldier said. “Make your country proud!” I closed up my fist, inhaled, and threw a punch. I managed to hit the bag but I lost my footing and fell forward. I made a wheezing squeak as I fell. The bag came back and hit me in the face.

WHAM!

THUD! I felt the pain. The blood rushed up to where I got hit. I think I broke my nose. My face got hot and red. The sound of something hitting the floor, followed by a scream of pain. I landed on my back, gasping for air. I hit my head against the cement floor. There was this throbbing pain in my head and my back. I could barely breathe. My vision was blurry for a bit. I blacked out for a bit before returning to reality.

“H-how many points?” I asked. I was out of breath.

“Are you okay?” Sniper asked. There were pairs of Soldier and Sniper hovering over me since my vision was not exact. Imagine if we had that many soldiers and snipers.

“Yeah, “I’m okay,” I replied. I suddenly felt sick in my stomach. There was this weird taste in my mouth. I thought I smelled colors. I blinked several times until my vision returned. Both Soldier and Sniper towered over me with slightly concerned faces. “Oh, there’s one of you again,” I said, counting them.

“Are you sure you’re good?” Sniper asked. He held out his hand, which I grabbed, and he pulled me to my feet. I leaned on him a bit before I regained my balance.

“I think I might have a concussion,”I replied. I rubbed my head, trying to soothe the throbbing pain. “But I think I’ll be okay.”

“Maybe you should visit the medic,” Soldier said. “Concussions are bad. Trust me, I know.”

“Nah, I should-.” I stopped midway in my sentence. Did this mean a break? I didn’t have to finish this training? Yeah, this was definitely happening. I gave out a pained groan and pressed my hand over my forehead. “Ow! It hurts,” I said. “I feel it now! Oh goodness! Ahhhh!” I tried to keep it real so Soldier would believe me. I dropped to the ground, crying out in agony. I knew Sniper didn’t because he was shaking his head and chuckling.

“Oi can take her to the doc and come back,” he offered. I leaned against him, screaming my mock pain so everyone could hear. “We’ll be back in a jiffy.” Sniper grabbed my shoulders and pushed me out of the room. I continued my fake injury, groaning all the way.

“Oh, the misery!” I yelled. I dramatically placed my hand on my forehead. “Oh it hurts so bad! I see a light! Mother? Is that you?! It’s been too long! Oh!” We walked by a couple of the others, who looked at us, confused. Sniper took me into the hallway. We were out of earshot. I opened one eye and stood up straight. “Are we good?” I asked.

“Yeah, Oi don’t think that patriot can hear us,” Sniper replied. I started laughing. “Woah, you did a good job!” I exclaimed. I patted his back, trying to catch my breath. “Geez, I need a breather, but I didn’t think you’d play along with me!”

“Eh, it’s a win-win for us both,” he answered. “You get hurt, Oi get to take you to the doc and then we both get out free.” I laughed again. The joke was old but I just couldn’t stop.

“I’m so sorry!” I exclaimed, wheezing. “I don’t think I’ve ever pulled a prank like that!” I wiped a tear from my eye, finishing my laughter. “I am so freaking sorry,” I replied. “I have a terrible sense of humor. I just can’t seem to stop.”

“Nah, you’re fine, mate,” Sniper said. “So, let’s get you patched up.” I followed him to Medic’s room. We wanted the prank to seem real. And besides, I did hit my head. I’d be in severe pain later if Medic didn’t take care of me now. Sniper knocked on the door. “Hey doc, open up,” he said, “you got your first patient here.” Medic opened the door. His hair was messy and he was covered in blood.

“Ah, hallo,” he said, adjusting his glasses. I looked up to Sniper, shaking my head and mouthing “no.” This man was covered in blood. I didn’t need him checking up on me now! “So, what happened to you?” Medic asked. He crossed his arms.

“I-I hit my head,” I replied, stuttering. I rubbed the back of my neck. “Snipes here offered to take me to you and get me checked up.”

“Hm, come in,” Medic said. I looked at Sniper, very worried for more than just my health. He nodded assuringly. I gulped and followed Medic in. The medbay was quite small. A couple of doves flew around, cooing. They dropped feathers and poop. Yes, poop. I’m not sorry I said it. It’s the truth. “Take a seat on the bed,” Medic said. I gulped and did as he asked. He came around with a small flashlight.

“You don’t have that, uh, thingy that comes with a light that you can look at with?” I asked. I had no idea what I was asking. I can never remember things properly. Medic chuckled.

“I don’t have all my tools I need to work with,” he replied. “I thought they would be waiting for me in the lab, I was wrong.”

“Ah.” He flashed the light in my eyes. I should’ve been prepared for that. He did tests with the light. He turned them on and off, had me follow the light, lit it up close and far away. He turned off the light.

“Well, it seems you're fine,” Medic said. “Your pupils are dilating properly.”

“That’s good, right?” I asked. “I don’t need an ice pack or anything?”

“Ja, you should be fine now,” Medic answered. “It isn’t that severe.” I sighed.

“Can I return back to my training assessment?” I asked. “Sniper’s waiting to take me back. Can’t have Soldier waiting.” I was about to jump off the bed but Medic stopped me. “What?” I asked.

“I did say earlier you were going to have your check up with me first,” he answered. I groaned. Right, I forgot about that. “First thing first, reflexes,” he said. “I usually do those first.” My reflexes worked perfectly. My arms and legs twitched when he hit them with his mallet. Medic checked my heartbeat, it was fine. He did my blood pressure, it was fine. My eyes and throat were good. It was a simple procedure. It went by in about ten minutes. I wondered why I’d fear this. Medic was actually quite nice and patient. He was careful when he drew some blood. He gave me a band aid. I put it over my wound.

“Alright, I’ll see you later doc,” I said, walking out the door. He gave me a small nod. As soon as I closed the door, I heard a small explosion come from the room. Medic cursed in German. Sniper walked back from the gym. He was sweating. “Did Soldier take you back?” I asked.

“Yeah,” he replied. He groaned, stretching out his back. I swore I heard something pop. “Oi need a break. Oi’ll see you around.”

“Right,” I answered. “Later.” I stopped by my room and picked up my cards and pole. I opened the door to the gym. Soldier was doing some push ups. He didn’t see me come in. I smacked my lips together. “Soldier?” I called out. He didn’t reply. He was on his “hundredth” push up. Definitely an exaggeration. I pulled out a card from the stack. I held it between my fingers. I closed one eye, held my breath, and threw it, aiming at Soldier. It stuck itself in his helmet. Still, he didn’t notice. I threw all my cards until he made it to his two hundredth push up. I even extended the pole to tap him on the head. The second time I hit him really hard and he didn’t even react!

“Hello again!” he said, standing up. “Ready to finish up?” he asked.

“I think I already did,” I answered, panting.

“Don’t be silly, cadet,” he said. “You just got back. Anyway, how’s your head? You were gone a little too long for that. I worried you were dead!”

“Fine,” I said. I’d spare him from the appointment Medic gave me. Sniper was probably in his right now. I followed the sweaty Soldier to the table. “What’s up next?” He handed me a shotgun. My fingers traced the weapon. It was a bit old, but still usable. I don’t think we’d be using this model on the battlefield, it was outdated by a whole decade.

“Show me how you shoot,” he replied. Soldier crossed his arm. I cocked the gun. With a quick pull of the trigger, I shot his helmet right off. The bullet ricocheted into the wall. By luck, it pinned a poor fly to the wall. “Wow, good,” Soldier answered. I put down the gun on the table. Soldier grabbed his helmet, removing the cards I stuck in there. They were strong and sturdy. It didn’t seem the bullet affected them.

“Those are mine,” I said. Soldier stacked them neatly and I grabbed them, stuffing the stack in my pocket. I patted the stack gently. “What next?” I asked. Soldier rubbed his chin.

“Hmm, wanna try the machine again?” he asked. Aw man. I had no choice this time. Medic seemed a patient man, but he would probably get mad at me for coming into his office twice. I sighed in defeat. I would give this a go.

“Yeah sure,” I replied. I rubbed my hands together, approaching the machine. It wasn’t going to take me down this time. I curled my fist and pulled it back. With all my strength, I aimed for the machine. I kept my footing. My fist came into contact with the bag. It was pushed back into its slot. “Yeah!” I exclaimed. It wasn’t much to brag about but I did fix one mistake and perfected it. My score was two hundred points. “Not bad, Spades,” I mumbled. I crossed my arms. Not bad at all.

“Congrats, cadet!” Soldier exclaimed. He patted my back so hard, the gesture pushed the air out of my lungs. It hurt so bad. I gasped for air.

“Soldier, stop please!” I answered.

“Oh, what’s wrong?” he asked. He continued to pat my back harshly.

“CAN’T BREATHE!” I exclaimed, flailing my arm around. At this point I was wheezing. I was fatigued and in a desperate need for air. He stopped.

“You could’ve just asked,” he said. I stood up. I cracked my back.

“I did,” I answered. I puffed out my cheeks, rocking back and forth on my toes. “So, what next?” I asked.

“I guess you can go,” Soldier replied. “I have to get the others trained and stuff.”

“Alright, I’ll see you later then,” I said, walking out the door. I closed it behind me. Yes! I was done! I had some “me time” now. I walked down the hall, whistling. Sniper was just leaving Medic’s lab.

“Heya Sheila,” he called out.

“Hey!” I answered. “Did it go well?” I asked, looking at the door behind him. Sniper adjusted his hat. I should’ve told him to fix his messy hair, recalling how it looked back in the gym.

“Yeah, it went well,” he replied. “Oi think the doc took a little more blood than intended.” He rubbed the area where Medic had put the needle. He had a children’s band aid over the wound. I stifled my giggles. Sniper chuckled. “You can laugh, you know,” he said. I giggled.

“You look good in a kid’s band aid,” I joked. I showed him mine. It was a regular one you could buy at the nearest store.

“Lucky you,” Sniper replied with a smirk. “Now c’mon, it’s time for lunch.” Sniper was right. Engineer had made us fruit salads to eat. Pyro was burning his fruit with a small match he got from Spy. Scout hogged the television, keeping it on the music channel. He listened to Tom Jones. I only knew one song, that was about it. Soldier had taken Heavy to test out his skills. Medic was taking us in who hadn’t gone in yet, one by one. Everyone came out wearing children's band aids. I was the only one with a plain one. We were bored again, sitting on the couch like one giant family. I turned to Sniper.

“Hey,” I whispered to him, “don’t let me fall asleep.” He nodded. Of course he let me fall asleep. It was boring watching Tom Jones answer questions in his interview. Scout was busy fanboying. I closed my eyes. Something kept poking my cheek though. I groaned, turning in my sleep. “Leave me alone,” I mumbled. The poking didn’t stop. I groaned again, opening my eyes. Demoman hovered over me. He was poking me with the edge of a pencil. “What do you want?” I asked, sniffing.

“Just wanted to see if you were alive,” he answered, sitting back down. I sighed happily and snuggled next to Sniper, closing my eyes again. I crossed my arms over my chest, falling asleep. I started smelling smoke. I gasped, jolting up. Pyro wasn’t seen anywhere lighting a fire. I was stuck in a burning building and it was collapsing. The heat burned my flesh and my eyes started crying. It was getting hard to breathe.

“Help, please!” a voice cried out. I struggled to get up on my feet. “Help!” I turned around, scanning the area.

“Where are you!?!” I yelled. I barely dodged a piece of the ceiling that collapsed. I ran through the flames, searching for the voice.

“Help!” I found the person trapped under a beam. It was a young girl, about twelve years old. Her blonde hair was covered in ash. Her face was smeared with soot and sweat.

“I’m here!” I exclaimed. I covered my face with my shirt’s collar. I kneeled down and reached for the poor girl. “Hold on!” She struggled to reach out to me. Our fingers touched. But before I could wrap my hand around her, the ceiling collapsed and fell upon me. I was dead for sure. I wasn’t though. I jolted up in a cold sweat. I was back in my room. It was dark outside my window. The moon gave the atmosphere a blue lighting. I wiped the sweat off my forehead. The nightmare was so vivid. I think it was a memory that resurfaced. Was that Brittany I dreamed about? That was years ago and yet I still blamed myself for her death. I got off my bed. Whoever returned me to my room was kind enough to take off my boots. I slipped them back on. I gave out an exhausted sigh, cracking my back. That felt good. I opened my door a bit. The light in the hallway was out, but I heard the men laughing. I walked down the hallway.

“I know it’s forbidden to have a friend since this place is a dog eat dog world, but you seemed so lonely.” I turned around rapidly, pulling out a card. There was no one there. I put back my card. I was overreacting. The nightmare still lingered, I wasn’t thinking straight tonight. I ran my hand over the wall, feeling its smooth surface. The light from the living room got brighter. Pyro and Heavy sat on the couch, watching T.V again. Engineer was asleep, his head resting on his arms. Medic was talking to Spy about something. Scout, Soldier, Demo, and Sniper sat at the table. They held cards in their hands. Each one of them had a stack of chips used for poker. Sniper’s rifle leaned against his chair. I sat next to Demoman.

“So, you guys playing poker?” I asked.

“Yeah,” Scout replied. He grinned. “I’m about to win.” He put down his cards. He had one pair, two-fours, each different. “How ‘bout you?” he asked Demoman. He put down his cards. Demo had one pair as well, two-threes. Soldier put down his. Three of a kind, three-sixes. Sniper chuckled. He had a royal flush from the spades suit. He was very lucky. Getting cards like those was very rare. I chuckled while everyone groaned. Sniper took the chips.

“Winner’s luck,” he said. “Take a chance and see what you get.” Scout groaned.

“I did take a chance and I lost!” he replied. Demo laughed and patted his back.

“Like Sniper ‘ere said, winner’s luck,” he said. “Hey, why did you bring your rifle ‘ere anyway?” he asked. “Ya don’t need it now.”

“If our enemies attack, I’ll shoot ‘em in the eye,” Sniper replied, tapping the table. “You’ll never know when they’re gonna attack. Oi’ll be ready for ‘em.” My heart skipped a beat. That sounded awfully familiar, like I heard it before. I shook my head, smiling.

“A toy rifle isn’t going to do anything,” I said jokingly. I chuckled at my comment.

“It’s a sniper’s rifle, not a toy,” he answered, crossing his arms. That sounded familiar too. Demo took a drink from his bottle. Boy, he drank a lot. I wonder why. “Hey, are you sure we haven’t met before?” Sniper asked. “Oi distinctly remember having a conversation about my rifle a couple years ago.”

“Huh, we’ve never met before yesterday,” I answered. I sat back in my chair. “I must have one of those faces,” I said with a smile. The men all chuckled. I guess I had a sense of humor they understood. I was proud of that. Scout yawned. He stood up from his place and pushed his chair in.

“I’m off to bed,” he said. “See ya.”

“Goodnight,” we all replied. I grabbed the cards and shuffled them. I dealt them out to the remaining guys, with a sly grin on my face.

“Anyone up for one last round?” I asked.

It was quite obvious, or maybe not, that the house won all the winnings when I was dealing out the cards. I had my own trick and trade. I wasn’t cheating. It was indeed the winner's luck. Demo quit and got extremely drunk, passing out on the couch. Soldier also quit and gave all his cash to Sniper, who lost it to me because he thought he could go big and win. The poor assassin grumbled about his outcome. I’d be rich if this was real money! I got sleepy and took my winnings with me. “Goodnight, losers!” I called out, walking into my room. The men groaned “goodnight” back to me. I chuckled, closing the door behind me. I removed my current clothes and dressed in my pajamas. I got snug and warm under the covers. I was fast asleep when I started getting hit with blurry images and voices. I groaned, gripping the edge of my blanket.

“Never bond, these people here are your enemies.”

“Not true…” I mumbled. These guys weren’t going to be my enemies. The other team would be. So far, they seemed to be my friends. I had decided long ago I would befriend these people and that I would protect them. I wasn’t going to let anything from my past stop me. I was going to experience the friendships I had lost. I guess this is my new family.

The following morning was the same as yesterday, except Medic didn’t threaten to give us medical exams. I walked into the bathroom. I just washed my face, brushed my teeth, and combed back my hair. I didn’t have gum stuck in it. I’d change into my clothes later. “Good morning guys,” I said, giving them a wave. It was nine in the morning. I took my seat next to Sniper, who was half awake and drinking coffee. Soldier was in the kitchen making breakfast. It smelled bad. He was overcooking the food there and the black, inky smoke proved it. Pyro ran in. He was mumbling happily while Soldier was trying to put out the fire. He fanned a towel at the flames. The fire got worse and Engineer had to put it out with a fire extinguisher, ruining Pyro’s happy moment. Sniper chuckled, putting down his mug. “Yeah, I hope they don’t burn down the house before we even have a chance to have our first battle,” I said. “I’d like to live a little longer.”

“You will!” Soldier yelled from the kitchen. I rolled my eyes, shaking my head. “Just give us a minute! Nothing will burn down!” That was a lie. I felt the heat radiating from the kitchen. Scout entered the burning room, dressed in sweats. He sniffed the air and gave a disgusted groan.

“Ugh, who’s burnin’ rubber?” he asked. He fanned the air. I pointed to the mess in the kitchen. It was far more interesting than whatever was playing on the news. He chuckled. “Those idiots are gonna get themselves killed.” He ran off without saying another word. He didn’t even have breakfast yet! I didn’t blame him though. Whatever was cooking was now burnt to a crisp. I smacked my lips.

“They grow up so fast,” I said. “He didn’t even say goodbye.”

“You’re acting loike you’re his mom, Sheila,” Sniper replied. He sipped his coffee. “You aren’t his mom, right?” I laughed.

“Nah, I’m older than him,” I said, resting my face on my hand. “Well, at least I think I’m older than him. Scout looks younger than I do. Then again, he looks younger than all of us put together.” That little comment didn’t get any laughs. I really did have broken humor. That, or it wasn’t funny at all. Soldier came out of the kitchen. He was smiling.

“We did it, maggots!” he exclaimed. “We have successfully put out the fire!”

“And be “we,” he means me,” Engineer said. He dried his hands with the towel Soldier was using to fan out the flames. Pyro took it and waved it around. It smelled of smoke and fire. Engineer held up a plate of fresh, not so burnt, toast with a side of eggs. “Who wants breakfast?” he asked. Heavy helped him serve everyone breakfast. At this point, all of us were awake. Demoman was exhausted and had a headache from this morning’s hangover. He had too much to drink last night. Scout returned earlier than expected. Turns out you can’t have a morning jog in the middle of the desert or else coyotes will hunt you down. Medic had to patch up Scout. He was not happy about that, having to work early in the morning. Heavy was able to calm down Medic with some coffee, which should have made him hyper.

“So, you guys finish the training videos?” Scout asked.

“The training what?” I asked. I put down my mug. “We had training videos?” Scout nodded, smiling.

“Yeah!” he said. “Engy here hooked up the really old VHS player and we watched some training videos. We had popcorn and pop! You missed out on them since you went to bed early.”

“Well, why didn’t anyone wake me up?” I asked. Popcorn and soda sounded good. “I would’ve appreciated watching some clips on how to fight.”

“They didn’t have any videos on your class type,” Engineer replied, stabbing the toast with his fork. “They just had some on the main nine and one on how to oil a car. And besides, they were training tapes for the team before us, so they were pretty old.”

“We’re talking about black and white screens,” Scout commented.

“Uh huh,” I replied. I took a cautious sip from my coffee. It seemed this whole job was just a bunch of untrained mercenaries with no plan in mind. We were playing around here, but tomorrow would be the day we had to take everything seriously. I wanted to be prepared for this and any other scenarios that might come this way. But were the others prepared? That question would have to wait. For now, I’d enjoy this free time. You’ll never know when your time here on Earth will end.

“Hey Spy, you’ve been pretty quiet,” Scout said. He was right. Everyone was having their own conversations, but he had been quiet since he got here.

“There’s nothing to say,” he replied.

“Aw c’mon, what are your thoughts on this?” Scout asked. Spy silently sipped his drink.

“I’m allowed to keep my thoughts to myself,” he answered. “Now leave me alone.” Spy stood up from his seat. He took his plate and left the room. He even took today’s newspaper which Pyro was attempting to light on fire. I resumed my eating. The eggs were a bit mushy. I was pretty sure there were some egg shell pieces still in there. Something was crunching in there and it sure wasn’t the toast. I took a long drink from my coffee to rinse out the egg shells. I smacked my lips together.

“So, who wants to go outside and play around like children before our job tomorrow?” I asked, clapping my hands together. It was a strange suggestion but my mind wandered there. I realized we were adults but it wouldn’t hurt to have some fun together. It probably wasn’t the best idea. It was an idea though. Pyro held up his hand. I smiled. “Our first volunteer! Anyone else?” I asked. No one else replied. “Alright then,” I said. “You’re all gonna regret it.”

If anyone wanted to know what happened, Pyro beat me in a round of catch since he cheated by lighting the rubber ball on fire. Medic and Engineer weren’t too pleased with that. Neither was I.

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