[b][u]RED base, Jan 17th, 1967[/u][/b]

"Thanks, Doc" Scout muttered as his good friend the medic finished wrapping a bandage over a wound scout had sustained. It had been 2 years of working as a mercenary, and it was good work. His mother didn't approve of Scout's job, but that was to be expected. Scout killed people for a living. He never left the RED base without a weapon of some sort, so much so that his hands didn't feel heavy or useful without his scattergun in his palms. 

Scout hopped off the examination table and exited the Medic's office, into the meeting room of the RED base. Spy, Soldier, and Heavy were having a game of Texas Hold Em, without Scout.

"Next time you bozos play, remind me. I got a nice check from Saxton I'm itchin' to bet" Scout said in his typical Boston accent. 

"Hey Scout, could ya help me with a new machine I found?" The engineer said as he signaled Scout to his work bench. The engineer was a master of mechanical things, able to construct whatever you could think of. 

"What is it?" Scout asked as he approached the table, glaring at a small box.

"I believe it's some sort of teleporter, but we can't trust what it does yet. I need you to step in it and see where it takes you" He said. 

"But, I could die from that..." Scout said.

"Well yeah, but we have a revival machine. Don't you remember?" He said. Scout had forgotten the RED base could revive anyone that died on it's grounds as long as they wore the RED uniform. 

Without hesitation, Scout jumped on the machine as the engineer pulled a cord. Purple flashed as Scout lost sight. 

[u]To Be Continued...[/u]