Heavy was making himself busy, humming a tune. The surface of the table was riddled with little holes and scorch marks. There was a red and white gingham tablecloth adorning it, and out of curiosity, Francine lifted a corner of it. “Hey, Demo,” she said, returning his smile, and took a seat at the creaking table. He greeted her with an enthusiastic wave, hurriedly finishing his crunching. This base was littered with signs of life - socks kicked into the corners of doorways, an empty glass resting on a shelf.ĭemo was in the kitchen, finishing off a bag of chips at the table. Their footsteps sounded odd together - his large and lumbering, hers tiny clicks that echoed around the halls. “Eat here.”įrancine hid a smile, following the giant further into the base. They’d finished early, and she didn’t have to be at her next assignment for another half hour. Are you hungry?”įrancine checked her watch. “Would you mind if I had a glass of water?” “Well, that’s all,” Francine breathed, straightening up and placing her hands on the waist of her skirt. It also signified Smismass coming, which was always a cheery occasion. It was a comfortable silence, and it was a pleasant occasion - getting the mercenaries their winter wear was one less thing to take care of, although it was merely a checkmark on a never-ending to do list. Francine had learned to take small blessings where she could get them. At some of the ones rather entrenched in the wilderness, she’d have to park very far away, tramping through the underbrush, mud splashes finding their way inside her shoes. She and Heavy worked in silence, unloading boxes from the back of the truck that she had reversed up to the little loading bay this base had. The sun was above them, but an early chill had already set in for the day. “Last year everything got dropped off a little earlier, I think.” “Good,” she exhaled, tucking a strand of dark hair behind her ear.
“I am probably not person you want to be asking about feeling cold,” he said, with a rumbling laugh stirring somewhere in his chest. “Morning,” she answered brightly in return. “Miss Pauling,” he said, with a nod of his head. It was indeed Heavy, and they smiled at each other. This was just one of many little mental games she played to keep her mind sharp and really, for some entertainment - her day’s duties could stretch out in front of her like a bleak road in the desert.įinally, the rattling of the door ceased, and Francine uncrossed her ankles and looked up from her clipboard.
It was a heavy thing, and rather stubborn, but the person pulling it now seemed to have no trouble. Sometimes the door would jerk upwards in spurts of energy. Instead, she focused on the segments of the door folding inwards - the pulling of the chain behind the door steady, almost mechanical. Francine purposefully directed her gaze away from the concrete floor, where there would be a pair of boots waiting for her, and she would surely be able to tell who it was by the size and amount of scuffs on the material. We're also animating some new ones ourselves that we think you're going to love.There was a clank, and then the roll-up door began its ascent upwards. Last thing: taunts! We're working on a way for you guys to upload your own taunts to the Workshop, which should be a lot of fun. Let's see, what else? Oh, we're also working on a Moonbase! It's got a whole bunch of interesting new gameplay and we're pretty excited about it. Meanwhile, Saxton Hale has reunited with Maggie, an old flame, only to discover she is now working for Charles Darling, his greatest nemesis. With Demo, Spy, Scout, Soldier and Pyro already on board, Pauling must find the rest of the team before Gray finds her. Gray Mann has taken control of Mann Co., the mercs have disbanded, and the Administrator has disappeared! Six months later, the Administrator has tasked her assistant Miss Pauling with getting the team back together for one last mysterious job. Team Fortress Comics #3 is live! You can catch up with Issue #1 and Issue #2 here, or just keep reading for the ultra-fast TL DR version: New Comic and What We're Working On! ApTF2 Team
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