The sun loomed oppressively over Teufort as a battle for the enemy intelligence took place. It seemed like RED were going to be the victor today, but not if BLU's Medic had anything to say about it. He quickly wiped the gore from his glasses and continued healing the Soldier who trudged forward at an armored sheep's pace, but at least he effectively mowed passed the enemy defense to clear the way for the Scout to run in.

Scout, however, was never a man to stick with strategies. The rapid tapping of running shoes on wood could be heard above them as Scout advanced quickly over them, only to be taken out by the enemy Sniper. Medic swore under his breath as he saw Scout's carcass tumble into the water below.

"Schnell!" He called at the Soldier, who obliged. The pair made their way in through the left entrance into REDfort. Medic was all to wary about the dangers lurking in the shadows and threw an occasional glance over his shoulder. Soldier, he knew, wouldn't look out for him like he was should. Luckily, their Pyro had plowed through RED's fort a little before they had entered so any spy would either be bandaging themselves in spawn or healing via enemy dispenser. A wicked smile came across his face. Medic was tired of waiting on Soldier, so he stopped healing him once they reached the small courtyard that led to the intelligence room. He rushed up the flight of stairs, bone saw in hand. Nothing was going to stop him at this point. As he jumped the last few stairs and slid to a halt, he heard a faint noise coming from the other side of the hallway. He carefully snuck to the end of the wall and peered forward. The enemy Sniper was there, kukri in hand, just waiting for him to show himself.

"C'mon out, doc," said Sniper in a sing-songy voice, "don't wont ta keep a bloke waitin' do ya?"

This almost brought chuckles to Medic, if his mind weren't on work. He gripped his bone saw tightly and stiffly walked into view. The two stared at each other, anticipating possible movements. RED tossed his blade to his other hand, then got in a defensive stance. BLU took this opportunity to run into the intel room. He had no time to deal with this jester when his team needed this win. They'd been down in the statistics the last two weeks and needed redemption. Besides, it would be a wound to RED team's pride if a simple Medic, like himself, were to win this match. He could picture the celebration: drinks all around. RED, however, wouldn't have this. He'd taken the opposite hallway and was watching his movements as he often did from a distance.

BLU quickly grabbed the briefcase and made a run for the very hallway the Sniper was waiting for him. Two swift blows with the kukri to Medic's abdomen handicapped him before he even knew what happened. He fell to the floor on his back, holding onto his wounds tightly. For once this entire mission, he was worried. This stupid decision could cost them the match unless Pyro showed up. Sniper was wearing a grin that made him shudder. What was he planning? It was hard to focus on much else than the abdominal pains he was suffering. The fumes from his Medipack's exhaust were helping the healing process along, but not swiftly enough for Medic's tastes.

Sniper was standing over him now with a thoughtful look on his face as he played with his blood-stained knife. There was so much he wanted to do to this Medic he didn't know the place to start. He'd have plenty of time because he knew Medic wasn't going anyplace without assistance. Knowing this, he bent down and picked BLU up, supporting his head and the backs of his knees. Just in time, too, BLU's world was turning black before his eyes.