*BEEP-BEEP-BEEP-BEEP! BEEP-BEEP-BEEP-BEEP! BEEP-BEEP-BE-*
*click*

I yawned and stretched as I woke up to a new day, 'Well,' I thought to myself. 'I set up an alarm for today for a reason, let's check the calendar to see what it is.' I got off of the bed and got myself dressed in a pair of jeans, with a belt, a Deadpool T-shirt, and the Knockaround Fort Knocks sunglasses and placed them on my head, then looked at the calendar.

"Let's see," I said to myself. "It's Friday... September... fifth? What was so-" I stopped myself when I remembered. "OH! That's right," I exclaimed. "Today is when my package arrives, then my Team Fortress 2 collection will finally be complete!" I walked into the room that held my afformentioned collection, but all that was really in the room were the weapons and items used by the TF2 mercenaries.

The room itself held: the Heavy's stock minigun (this and any other weapon is actually a replica), the Sandvich (replica, not actually food), the stock shotgun, the Scout's Force-A-Nature, the stock pistol, the Bonk! Atomic Punch (just an empty sealed can), the Sandman, the Spy's Eternal Reward & Sharp Dresser, the Cloak And Dagger & Deadringer, the cigarette holder/disguise device, the Sniper's stock rifle & Huntsman, the stock SMG, the Razorback , the Tribalman's Shiv, the Jarate (not containing actual piss), the Demo's stock grenade launcher & Loose Cannon, the stock sticky-mine launcher, the Eyelander, the Splendid Screen, the stock beer bottle, the Ullapool Caber, the Medic's stock medi-gun & Kritzkrieg, the stock syringe gun & Crusader's Crossbow, the Uber Saw, the Engineer's Eureka Effect and Gunslinger, the Rescue Ranger & Panic Attack, the Wrangler, the construction and demolition remotes, the Soldier's Direct Hit and Beggar's Bazzoka, the Escape Plan, the Gunboats, the B.A.S.E. Jumper, the Pyro's Rainblower & BackBurner, his Axetinguisher, and his Flare Gun.

I sighed as I smiled at the room, 'So many memories,' I thought. 'And the only thing left to complete it is the-'

*KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK-KNOCK*

I walked in the direction of the knocking and shouted just loud enough to be heard at the front door, "I'M COMING!" When I arrived and opened the door, I met a gentleman who, height wise, could've been a few years younger than me, but was really about seven years younger, wearing a courier uniform holding a package just an inch or two wider than my hand's length and about the length of two of my hands put together long.

"Good morning, sir," said the courier.

"And a good morning to you my good man," I replied. "Is this package for me?" gesturing to the box, I just wanted to be sure.

"Are you a..." he started, than scanned his paperwork for the name of the recipient. "... Mr. Hamilton?"

"Hmm... does the first name start with an 'A'?"

"... Yes, yes it does."

I smiled, "Then yes, that is me."

Then he smiled, "Ok, then this package is for you." He pulled out a receipt and handed it to me. "Just sign a the bottom for me and you will complete this transaction between us," I then signed the receipt.

"Thank you for delivering this! I've looked everywhere I could think of... and found zilch.... but then, I found one on ebay for a great deal, it seems you literally can find anything on there, eh?"

"I guess so," the courier shrugged, then check his watch. " Well, I gotta get going, got places to go and things to do, ya know?"

"Yep, thanks for dropping this off."

"It's my job, but... it's always nice to see someone happy because of my job," he said and smiled, as he left.

I waved goodbye to him and then closed the door. While I held the box, I walked towards my bedroom. Then, when I got inside, I opened up the box and removed a layer of polystyrene foam (or what everyone knows as styrofoam), found a gun case, and pulled it out of the box. I picked up the gun case and opened it up to reveal the one, the only: Ambassador.

My eye's dang near popped out of my own skull. "Holy shit," I said to myself. "This is fucking cool looking, they even got the in-game design right!"

Picking up the replica gun and do what any Team Fortress 2 fan would've done: I aimed it straight as a line and, in my best french-Spy impression, said, "Lay your weapons down and walked away."

Then everything turned black.