[center][h1][color=f7941d]The Heavy[/color][/h1][/center]

[center][b][color=ed1c24]Level[/color][/b]: 1
[b][color=f7941d]Day/Time[/color][/b]: Day 3 - Morning
[b][color=ed1c24]Location[/color][/b]: Badwater Basin --> Platform City Subway
[b][color=f7941d]Word Count[/color][/b]: 1250
[b][color=ed1c24]Tag[/color][/b]: [@Majoras End][@Tenma Tendo][@Lugubrious][@Lugubrious][/center]


[b]"Mission begins in 10 seconds!"[/b]

The spawn room, a mere second earlier filled with buzzling laughter and the unmistakable sound of shells loaded into various guns, turned dead silent at the Announcer's words. 10 seconds; 10 seconds before all hell break loose for the group of mercenaries of Reliable Excavation Demolition, RED. Amongst the group of different misfits of men, shunned by society for various reasons and earning their daily bread by killing those pesky good-for-nothing mercs of BLU, a rather tall individual stood out. 

[b]"5...4...3...2..."[/b]

The daunting figure of a man cracked his neck to each side, audibly getting ready for the task lain in front of them. In front of himself. The mission was simple; defend the bomb-cart on its way forward, killing any and all BLU standing in his way. The others would support him with rockets, sentries, back-stabbing knives and dubious healing-tools. 

And he?

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[b]"ONE!"[/b]

He was just the Russian giant with a massive minigun.

The steel shutters flew open, letting in the sunlight as the men of RED poured into the open. The Heavy stampeded forward, now wielding his infamous minigun and heading straight for the bomb-cart. Over the eager shouts of imminent combat, he heard gunshots at the top of the hill in front of them. A BLU Engineer had put up a small sentry-gun, able to lay down heavy fire upon the Heavy's teammates and friends. There was only way to fix this. 

[color=f7941d]"I destroy coward toys!"[/color] The Heavy shouted out in the general direction of the sentry, spinning up his minigun and opening fire at it. It wasn't difficult to see the bullets fly through the air and hit the steel plated-sentry. The poor sentry-gun didn't stand a chance against the Heavy's...well, heavy armaments, and soon blew up in the facy of the Engineer desperatly trying to fix it. [color=f7941d]"Oooooh, run, run! I'm coming for you!"[/color] Heavy's heavily accented words bellowed out, letting his finger off the trigger and turning his attention back to the bomb-cart. It was moving. Good. 

The Heavy walked slowly beside the cart, still holding his minigun ready to mow down the sorry babies of the enemy team if he so got the chance. The cart drove forward into a tunnel, muffling the sound of vicious fighting outside enough for the Heavy to hear a strange noise behind him. He stopped his pacing, looking over his shoulder while he whispered. [color=f7941d]"Doktor?"[/color] A chuckle came from behind him, followed by the sound of a knife. [color=0072bc]"Non, mon ami."[/color] 

Unfortunately the Spy underestimated his brutish target, giving the Heavy the split second enough to turn around and block the blade about to enter his back with his minigun. But at what cost? [color=f7941d]"...Sasha..."[/color] A look of sheer horror forced itself onto the Heavy's face as he saw the scratch on the gun's barrel. That look of horror, however, turned into pure fury. [color=f7941d]"No one touch my gun!"[/color] The Heavy shouted out, putting away his beloved 'Sasha' and raising his fists. It was clear that the Spy too saw the anger, for the blue uniform was starting to become invisible. Heavy was having none of that. With the entire force of his body, he threw a right-fist punch at the Spy, cracking several ribs of the poor Frenchmen as the invisible figure turned blue, and then with spots of red. But the Heavy wasn't done yet. 

[color=f7941d]"Nobody..."[/color] The Heavy walked towards the prone Spy, picking him up with his left hand with ease. [color=f7941d]"...touches..."[/color] The massive fist held tightly around the thin arm of the Spy, holding him close to the Heavy's face. [color=f7941d]"...my Sasha."[/color] Heavy's last words were followed by what could only amount to the Punch of the Year straight into the Spy's face. Whatever remained of it, it sure wasn't pretty, and the Spy didn't stand up again when Heavy had dropped him. If the whole BLU team was going to treat him and Sasha like that, they were going to have a bad day.

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At first Heavy was confused, more so than the Russian giant usually was. The letter he had recived wasn't like anything he had ever read, seen or heard of before. Really, he had thought the strange creature delivering it in fact was a Blue Spy trying to get revenge on him. But the fact that he had never seen a Spy disguised as a turtle on a cloud gave the Koopa enough time to deliver its letter and get away without getting shot at. The letter itself was even stranger. 

[color=00aeef][i]Dear Hero,

You are receiving this letter because you were chosen to undertake a most challenging task. Your life will be endangered if you so choose to selflessly take up arms in defense of your world as well as others…[/i][/color]

Heavy showed it to all of his teammates, even the enigmatic Pyro, but none had heard of the so-called 'Mugen Virus', not even the Medic. But they all agreed on two things; one, it sounded even more dangerous that The Machines. Two, if Heavy was called upon to stop this virus from taking over the world, he should probably go. The Heavy felt so too, knowing fully well how dangerous the metal men were and how close they had come to take his dear Sasha away from him. The Medic too. Tears were shed, a few sandwiches were consumed and goodbyes given before Heavy touched the 'Yes' on the letter. The only thing he remember feeling then, was the feeling of falling. 

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The rest seemed to happen quicker than Heavy was able to react; he found himself inside an massive...something. Sort of a building, but not the ones he had been fighting inside usually. The next thing he'd comprehend, was when he was walking down a corridor with a group of other people. At least he thought they were people, for they looked different than those he usually were around. Very, very different. The lead man, calling himself 'Alucard' or something along those lines, were leading them to what soon looked like a metro-station, or as the Scout, Soldier and Engineer called it, a subway station. The Heavy looked with a mix of awe and sceptisism at all the new sights to behold; the train all decorated like something he had seen for the Halloween battles he'd fought in, and the various other figures that were assembled there. 

[color=f7941d]"World is getting strange every day..."[/color] The Heavy whispered to himself. He understood that he was no longer what he surely would call 'Home', but even this was getting strange by his standards. But the philosophical enquiry would have to wait, as the goal of his calling to this strange realm was told. 

Apparently the two others he had come in with, the little child and the other in a...different apparel, were to follow the cloaked man called 'Slayer' and best a Lord of Halloween. The Heavy didn't understand what 'to best' meant, but he never argued at a mission before, so why should he now? Alucard promptly left the group of what he had called 'heroes', leaving them alone amongst each other. The Heavy looked at the group, trying to see any familiar faces. A few he recognized, faces of famous heroes of the past, legends so to speak. Others he had no recallection of, though they didn't have any tell-tale signs of being a Spy. For now. Heavy sighed, feeling a need to introduce himself to who he only guessed were his new team-mates in this fight against the Molly-virus...Molden-virus...some very very bad virus!

[color=f7941d]"Privetstvuyu tovarishchey. I am Heavy Weapons Guy, and I am here to be hero...and save world of course. You are not Spy, are you?"[/color]