Mann. Manor Murder

Date: Oct. 21st, 2011
Time: 9:42 PM
Location: Mann Manor

 "Is anyone there? Hello?"

*cracking noise*

"Who was that?! Show yourself damn it!"

*sudden breeze*

"Don't make me pull out my revolver. No...oh no...no no no no no NOOOOOOOOO"

*DEAD. NOT BIG SUPRISE* 

Date: Oct. 22nd, 2011
Time: 10:22 AM
Location: cp_gorge

The fight in cp_gorge was vigourous as usual. The RED and BLU teams constantly bombarded each other with rockets, stickybombs and bullets as far as the eye could see. Explosions were frequently shaking up buildings. For the mercenaries, it was an average day in their violent world. At first, both teams were keeping each other at bay. For every weakness one team had, they had the upper hand on the other team. But it came to a point where the BLU team was cornered. Their defeat was imminient. After a few smacks to the head by wooden bats and successful backstabs, followed by sapped machinery, the RED team had sealed their adversary's fate. 

The RED team obtained Gorge to themselves and gloated in their victory. They celebrated by kicking the BLU team literally off their new territory and drinking countless bottles of the demomen's booze for a few hours. Once their party was over, a soldier and medic stayed behind while the rest of them left off to fight a new battle in Coldfront. 

"Hey Addison," the soldier shouted out the crowd. A sniper heard his name being called out and tried to get past his comrades.

"Yes, sir?" Addison replied.

"I simply wanted to commend you again for your wonderful work in the battlefield. I can't tell you how suprised I was to see you at the top of the killing charts. You've clearly gotten better with your bow and arrow."

"Why thank you sir," the sniper said as he retreated back to join his friends only to have the medic stop him by blocking his path.

"I wasn't done, Addison," the soldier sighed. "There's been a murder."

"So what? Our men have always been lost in battle," Addison remarked as he let out a little chuckle.

"It's Francois," the medic responded.

"Francois?! You don't mean..." the sniper gasped as he tried to hide his sudden shattered state.

"I'm afriad so. The poor bastard met his end pretty badly," the soldier responded.

 "How?" 

"Well, we don't know in which order it was but he got smacked in the head with a Homewrecker, impaled with a Pain Train and stabbed with an Ubersaw," the medic recollected.

"Oh g-good l-l-lord, that's awful!" Addison stuttered. He slowly maintained his calm composure and posed to the two "But still, we're in a war, so we have to expect this sort of thing..."

"This wasn't in war grounds. This was on neutral ground," the soldier clarified.

"Neutral ground?" Addison questioned.

"Yes. It's the few parts of the land that we agree to be civil with each other. You know, we just hang around and fight a common enemy. I mean, I hate those BLU sons-a-bitches too, but some of those soldiers and engineers are really nice people to hang with. On that land we signed a treaty that no one would kill anyone else on that land. If it occurs, that person must become the enemy team's slave and then executed."

"This doesn't make any sense..." Addison thought to himself.

"I know it doesn't make that much sense to you," the soldier continued, "but let's face it. Fighting's the only thing most of us know how to do at a proffesional level. And we can't always be fighting each other. When we stop fighting...some of our enemy relationships can change." The soldier looked at the medic and the medic looked back at him. 

"Whether it makes sense or not, I take the case. Simply for Francois," Addison commented. "Where's the scene of the crime?"

"It's at Mann Manor," the medic answered.

"Alright, I'll be heading off then."

"Wait, before you go Addison, I've given you a partner on the case."

"A partner? Is the case really that bad?"

"Well, we figured that the extra help could be useful," the medic informed, "Your partner will be wearing a black Detective Noir, so keep your eyes open. Also...don't look down on your partner."

"Figuratively or literally?" Addison joked.