A tall man wearing a gas mask quickly ran through a narrow hallway. As he neared the end, he hurled himself out. He soared through the air, and had his flamethrower raised menacingly. The he flamethrower, nicknamed "The Degreaser," ejected flames as the man hit the ground. He began sprinting behind a pair of enemy combatants. It was a doctor healing a large man with a mini-gun. As he neared them, the Medic howled in pain and terror as caught on fire. The Heavy followed in suit, as he yelled a war cry and began firing at the man. He quickly swapped the flamethrower with a axe as he beheaded the Medic. The Heavy looked fearful when suddenly a bullet became lodged in his head. The man in the gas mask looked upwards when he saw an Australian man holding a sniper rifle. He was waving at the Pyromaniac, or "Pyro." The Pyro waved back at the sharpshooter, or "Sniper." A loud female voice buzzed in his ear, talking. "Victory." The voice drawled, as the Pyro yelled with glee. His blue, flame-retardant uniform wrinkled as the Pyro sprinted across the bloody field and to the Sniper. A coughing noise echoed from the nest. The Pyro slightly tilted his head, but shook it off and up the rough, wooden steps. A large metal door slowly opened as the Pyro ran down the hallway. In that hallway were jars filled with urine, empty bullet shells, and a large shield that was supposed to stop sneaky hostiles. The Pyro stopped, and slowly opened the door to the "nest." As the view of the room became clear, the Pyro dropped his axe. Lying on the floor, was the corpse of the Sniper, with a small knife jutting out of his back. Blood was sprayed on the walls, and the Sniper's "Bushwacka" was drenched in blood. The Pyro gasped and ran towards the corpse. He bent over, and the Pyro silently cried. He slowly raised his head, and turned towards the empty doorframe. He knew what he was seeing. He gripped the handle of his axe and swung it at the empty space. In mid-air, the axe became lodged as blood flew into the air. A man in a red suit manifested in thin air, howling in pain. The Pyro yelled with pure rage, and pulled out his flare gun. The spy dived to the floor, missing the flare, but was stopped by a boot hitting his leg. He yelled in pain once more, as his leg broke. The Spy pulled out his revolver and fired. Hit spiraled through the air and hit the Pyro's shoulder, stunning him for a second. The pressure from the boot lessened, as the Spy yanked his foot out and scrambled out the door, clutching his leg. The Pyro screamed in rage and pulled out his flamethrower. He set the whole building on fire in a fit of anger, causing some small boxes filled with ammo to explode violently. As flames danced around him, the Pyro grabbed the body, and walked out of the flaming building. He walked towards the base as the metal door slowly opened."-How the whole building catch on fir-Oh, my god." A man speaking with a Texan accent stopped and gazed at the bloodied corpse of the Sniper. The whole team suddenly went silent as the Pyro gently laid the corpse on the table. "Move aside, Move aside!" The Medic told members of the team as he neared the corpse. He checked the pulse, examined the knife, and two bullet holes in the Sniper's left leg. "The brain has shut down all activity after being dead for so long. Im sorry, I cant do anything." The Medic somberly told the team as he picked up the corpse and walked off to the infirmary. All eyes turned to the Pyro, who seemed emotionless after the Medic's words. He was looking at the body-shaped outline of blood on the table. The Heavy patted him on the shoulder, as the crowd slowly dispersed. Right before leaving, the Spy gave a questioning gaze at the Pyro. The sound of doors shutting and footsteps echoing sounded throughout the base, as the Pyro remained looking at the bloody outline.