TueForts Intelligence
The sound of gunfire was loud, even from the underground sewers where the BLU Spy was lurking. The Spy made sure to stop and recharge his invisi-watch before continuing up the stairs. As the Spy made his way up the staircase, he put on the disguise of a RED Soldier to fool the opposing team. He ran straight for the intelligence room, taking the winding staircase into the underground bunker.
As the Spy turned the corner, he was met with the sight of the RED Engineer sitting directly next to the intelligence, right next to one of the Engineers automated sentrys.
This was going to be tough, but the BLU Spy had pulled off more deadly missions in his past.
"Engineer! Give me a status report." The Spy walked out and asked the Engineer, imitating the voice of the Soldier.
"Nothin to report sir, this place's been real quite. I'm startin to think that them BLU rats aren't even gonna show up." The Engineer replied in an overly confident tone.
"By the way, what are you doin down here anyhow?" The Engineer questioned who he believed to be Soldier. The BLU Spy hastily replied.
"Just here to pick up some ammunition, the battle out there seems to have left me low on stock." The Spy replied, still keeping up his fake accent
"Well, alright. Here, I'll grab you some now." As the RED Engineer turned to grab a box of rockets, A large electrical buzz was heard, followed by a small explosion. The Engineer turned to see his sentry completely destroyed, and the Soldier… gone.
"SPY!" The Engineer was panicking; being trapped alone in a room with a spy was a deadly situation. He pulled out his shotgun and fired randomly in any direction, trying to hit and reveal the Spy.
The Engineer heard the click that signaled that he was out of ammo. He hastily tried to load some shells into his gun, but in his hurry he fumbled them on the ground. He bent down in a rush to pick them back up; but that's when it struck.
The BLU Spy had struck the Engineer when he was bending over to grab his shells. The Engineer breathed his last as he fell to the floor with a large gash on his back. And there he lay, dead.
"Humph, hardly worth the effort." The Spy said smugly, wiping the blood off his knife. He ran over to the RED briefcase that was sitting on the table, picked it up, and ran out again; heading for the same sewers he had used to make his entrance.