In Need of Assistance? (TF2)

Twenty: Revving up and Gearing Up to Go

        "Well, this is different," I observe, looking to the slightly altered fort.

"Wait 'til you get inside," Engie says, parking into the open garage.

Soldier takes off his seatbelt. "I am leaving the truck now."

"Soldier, you don't need to announce the fact that you're exiting a vehicle," Engie tries reasoning with him, but he exits with my suitcase as soon as Engie is done talking. We look to each other, sliding out of the driver's side. The garage, though now a tad but refurbished, still carries the rustic charm. Soldier grips my suitcase with both hands, refusing to use the wheels it comes with. Engie pulls down the garage door. "You wanna show Accomplice her--"

"Affirmative," Soldier responds. He bends over and gets close to my face. "Follow me to your quarters, son."

He runs off without checking to see if I'm following. I get moving, waving to Engie. "Hey, make sure you account for your suit."

"Yes, Ma'am!" He calls after me.

A bread monster slides across the floor in front of me and Soldier, the beast screeching at us before running by. Scout slides by as well, winking at me. "Don't worry Accomplice, just a minor infestation."

He dashes off, Pyro following behind with his flamethrower in hand. It's going to take me a second to get used to my new name when I expect them to call me 'Miss Fredrickson.' It's unfitting and hard seeing that name being associated with myself. I'll manage it. We walk past where the barracks used to be, that area now looking like an armory of our own. The plaza remains the same, but Sniper's tower has also been reimagined. It has stairs now for added stability and ease of access, but it's still far away to oversee the land just the same. I see a new set of small buildings off where an empty patch of dirt used to be, and we start walking toward them. They look like small duplexes, and- upon entering my own- I find out that they are. Soldier sets my things down by the door.

Small, but cozy. It feels like a minimalist cabin with a closet, dresser, armchair, lamp, desk, nightstand, and a bed. I open a door next to my closet, revealing the bathroom. Heavy stands at the other door on the other end. I guess I found out who my roommate is. There's a jack-and-jill bathroom situation going on, separate sinks but shared toilet and tub. The doors have locks, which is a plus because I wouldn't want a part two to what I went through with Sniper the first morning I spent here.

"Hi, Heavy," I greet, walking across the bathroom to Heavy's home when he beckons me over.

"Welcome to our home. We share a house now. I apologize if Heavy is bad roommate." He stops moving things and grabs my face, planting a kiss on each of my cheeks.

"Oh, hi, I'm glad to see you, too."

"Is greeting between acquaintances."

"I see. But I'm sure you'll be fine," I assure. He looks to have already started moving things around to his personal preference. "Have you started packing, got your suit?"

"I have already finished, and yes, suit is with clothing." He points to his suitcase against the wall by the bathroom door.

"Soldier, have you--" My front door closes, so I guess that might've Soldier leaving to go do what I told him to. There's a knock on Heavy's door. I walk over to it, turning the doorknob. Medic and Sniper stand on the other side. "Hey, guys."

"'Ello." Sniper tips his hat.

"Guten Tag," the doctor chimes. "Just wanted to check-in, see how you were doing."