Who: RED Engineer and BLU Spy (!!)
When: 7:30 AM, April 1
Where: 2Fort train station
What: An RP, dummy.

He'd fed the roosters. At least, he thought he'd fed the roosters. He ought to have fed them. They'd be setting up an awful racket if he hadn't. Or had he?

It didn't matter much. He was standing at the station. At his feet was a tatty old luggage piece, the only one he'd ever owned, held together as much with baling twine as it was with fabric; in one hand, a bottle of whiskey; the other ran a thoughtful thumb over the pistol in the holster of his belt. Waiting.

The train would come, as it did every day, bringing mail or new members before the sirens called and the field became filled with gunfire. It'd pull up outside the mailroom. He figured that much. Hell, he hadn't slept for figuring that much -- had just laid awake waiting for the light to hit the other wall of his shop, and then got to his feet and gave Mega a pat. No matter.
The train would come. He didn't know who would be on it. He didn't know if it was people that put the mail in the boxes, workers, or just machines, or just anybody who happened to walk past at this godawful hour of the morning. He hadn't slept, he'd only worried.

Well, whoever was on the train, whoever manned it, or unmanned it -- he knew one thing, and that was, when it rolled out of the station, he would be on it. For too long now, he'd settled. Not anymore.

He squared his shoulders. He would wait as long as it took.