November
![Chapter 2 - Welcome to Badlands
There it was. Our destination. The RED base.
Our car pulled up on the drive way and in front of the entrance there where a woman in a purple dress. Her hair was in a knot at the back of her head and she wearing pointy glasses. She approached as soon as the car stopped.
- Evening, ladies. I'm Miss Pauling and I assume that you're our new apprentices, Juliet and Heather.
She turned to our parents and said:
- And I assume that you are the guardians of these lovely girls. Am I right?
- Um.. Yes! I'm Mr. Wilein, and this is my wife, Joyce.
- It's very nice to meet you both, and we are very happy to have you here at Mann Co.! And I hope your daughters are going to have a great time with us. Why don't you follow us inside? I'm sure you want to meet the rest of the crew, Miss Pauling said with a smile.
We walked into a big hall filled with old weapons and portraits of what I assume where pretty important people within the company. It was like going on a family trip to a museum with Miss Pauling as a guide.
- Here we have the founder of the Mann Co., Blutarch and Redmond Mann. This photo is from 1850. They passed away 1972. And this is Saxton Hale, President and CEO of our company.
She told every story about every painting and every object. And I'm going to be honest, it was fun the first hour...
I had just stopped listening to her when a man in a red uniform and a war helmet walked into the room, approaching our little sightseeing group.
- Oh! Evening Soldier! miss Pauling said while greeting the man salute.
- Stand easy, Miss Pauling. The Scout told me about the new recruits who is supposed to join us this very day. Have you seen any yelps running around the facility, woman?
- Um, excuse me, sir? my mom said. Hi, I'm Mrs. Wilein! The apprentices you are looking for are right her, our daughters.
The man turned to take a look at me and my sister, but as soon as he laid eyes on us, he looked surprised and immediately turned to Miss Pauling to whisper:
- Miss.. Can I speak to you in privacy for a moment?
They left us and went to the other side of the room. I wondered what he could possibly want to tell her. And why did he look at us like that? I just got to find out.
- Juliet, Heather wants to go and look at something over there, mom said and pointed towards an other part of the room. Do you want come with us?
That's when I saw my chance.
- Um.. I would rather go... Over there! And look at.. that, I tried
- Juliet, you could've just said you don't want to go with us.
- Okay, mom, I said with a guilty smile. My plan worked. Now I just had to sneak near enough to hear what the Soldier wanted.
- Miss, we can't receive those recruits to the team. We have to find others.
- Why? What's wrong with those girls?
- That is what's wrong. Girls! We can't put those mandie pandie dress wearing little baby girl on the battlefield. They can not fight. That I am sure of.
Battlefield?
- Soldier! That's sexisms! The gender doesn't matter. And I can feel the adventurous spirit in those two. More spirit than I have ever felt in one my brothers. I can assure you that this is NOT a mistake.
- Okay, I will trust you this one time, cupcake. But when those little "spirits" turns in to Medic, I'm not the one how calls and tells their parents what happened.
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Yay! Ska börja med FF :D
Har hitills bara skrivit prologen än, men det blev en bra början ^^
(och ja, jag kommer skriva på engelska. Delvis för att det känns bekvämare och delvis för att det låter bättre)
Prologue
- Da-... Dad. Put m-.. Put mom on the phone!
- Okay, mate. But you hear my words! You need to get a REAL job. You need to saddle down and get US some grandchildren! You may think so, but you are not forever young.
The sun was gazing upon the dusty, orange coloured badlands. It was a nice day. Way to nice for something good to happen. He was still holding the handset against his ear. No mom yet. He could barley hear anything at the other side of the phone. An other vehicle passed by on the road beside the phone both. That's when he realised he was alone. A middle-aged man without a women in his life or kids to love and care for. He could saddle down if he didn't love his job so much.
- Darling? Are you there, son?
- Oh! Hi mom. How are you doing Down under?
- Fine and dandy as always. And how's it going in the states? I've heard the weather is nice this time of year.
- It's nice. Job's going well. We've won nearly every battle against BLU this week. And w-.
- Son. I know your dad has already told you, but need to start thinking about getting a real job...
- Mom. I earn more money per day than you do in a week! My job is real, and I'm getting well paid too.
- You can't kill people for a living! You just can't. No matter the payment! Do you know how embarrassing it is to lie to your friend and tell them that you work as a mentor. You know how I feel about lying to people! I can't tell them what you actually do!
- I know. I know! Let me think of something. I'll make it up to you. Okay, mom?
The silence on the other side of the phone appeared again.
- Okay, Darling. Make me proud.
He hung up and went back to his saggy old van. He opened the door to the driver's seat, sat down and laid his face against the steering wheel. What would do about this? He wanted his mom to be proud about him. But he didn't want to quit his job. There were some much he hadn't accomplished yet. Like shooting that blue Scout right between his bloody eyes. If he could only grab him, he would teach that little yelp a lesson or two... Wait! That was it! "Teach a lesson or two"! It was the perfect plan. After all, his mom did tell her friends that he worked as a mentor. In all haste he started the vehicle, and with the gas pedal to the floor, he headed straight to the base. He had some advertisement to do.
He said to him self:
- Sniper, you are a bloody genius!
Har hitills bara skrivit prologen än, men det blev en bra början ^^
(och ja, jag kommer skriva på engelska. Delvis för att det känns bekvämare och delvis för att det låter bättre)
- Da-... Dad. Put m-.. Put mom on the phone!
- Okay, mate. But you hear my words! You need to get a REAL job. You need to saddle down and get US some grandchildren! You may think so, but you are not forever young.
- Darling? Are you there, son?
- Oh! Hi mom. How are you doing Down under?
- Fine and dandy as always. And how's it going in the states? I've heard the weather is nice this time of year.
- It's nice. Job's going well. We've won nearly every battle against BLU this week. And w-.
- Son. I know your dad has already told you, but need to start thinking about getting a real job...
- Mom. I earn more money per day than you do in a week! My job is real, and I'm getting well paid too.
- You can't kill people for a living! You just can't. No matter the payment! Do you know how embarrassing it is to lie to your friend and tell them that you work as a mentor. You know how I feel about lying to people! I can't tell them what you actually do!
- I know. I know! Let me think of something. I'll make it up to you. Okay, mom?
The silence on the other side of the phone appeared again.
- Okay, Darling. Make me proud.
He hung up and went back to his saggy old van. He opened the door to the driver's seat, sat down and laid his face against the steering wheel. What would do about this? He wanted his mom to be proud about him. But he didn't want to quit his job. There were some much he hadn't accomplished yet. Like shooting that blue Scout right between his bloody eyes. If he could only grab him, he would teach that little yelp a lesson or two... Wait! That was it! "Teach a lesson or two"! It was the perfect plan. After all, his mom did tell her friends that he worked as a mentor. In all haste he started the vehicle, and with the gas pedal to the floor, he headed straight to the base. He had some advertisement to do.
He said to him self:
- Sniper, you are a bloody genius!
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