He had only a brief moment to wait, but his heart raced with every fleeting second that passed. The entrance to the base was just ahead, but at the pyro's speed that would take less than a second to get to. He shifted uneasily on his feet, fingers twitching at his weapon's trigger, eager to begin the slaughter he longed for. The bases were simple, with few hidden passages, meaning that it was easy to master them all. This was both an advantage and a disadvantage for him, however, as it meant that while he could outsmart those who hadn't explored the area before, it also meant that those who had knew some of his best tactics already.
The start of the round had been calm, with the sneakier classes trying to harness the element of surprise as best they could, the engineers throwing down sentries and the demomen throwing down sticky bombs, whilst the offensive classes hesitated before finally triggering the chaos with shouts and battle cries. Both teams had fared well in this battle; their scores rested uneasily at two points each, and both teams were as determined to win as the other. His job was, as far as the others on his team were concerned, to grab the enemy intelligence and run as far as he could get before he was inevitably defeated by spies, snipers, heavies- anything the BLUs threw at him. He couldn't have been more pleased, himself; it was almost guaranteed to be an exciting rush of action and gunfire, and he could take every advantage he could in order to ambush the other team... though he wished the rest of his team saw battles the same way. They usually complained about how much effort they had to put in to compensate for the apparent lack of talent of the other classes. Shrugging off these thoughts, the pyro focused back on the entrance to the base, ignoring the metallic thud as the RED engineer moved his sentries to a better location for defence.
When the enemy stopped firing for a mere second, he charged forward with his flamethrower on full blast, giving out an enthusiastic cry of "Hudda hudda huh!" and throwing himself under the bridge of Teufort in the midst of the initial confusion. He sprinted into the tunnel before anyone noticed, taking the stairs two at a time. He crept along the edge of the wall, pulling out his flare gun. Aiming quite carelessly at the BLU heavy that was about to trudge out of the base, he fired a single flare, hitting him square in the chest; he giggled with a strange, twisted innocence as the man yelled for his team's medic while searching for the attacker he assumed was nearby.
A flicker of blue at the very edge of his vision told the pyro that the BLU spy was behind him. Quick as lightning, he held his flamethrower to the spy's masked face and held down the trigger. The spy ignited easily, the flames carving an outline into the air as the firebug jumped up and down in childlike glee and left the backstabber to die. Realising the heavy would soon be actively searching for him, he leapt back down onto the lowest part of the stairs near the tunnel, breathing heavily as his eyes darted about behind the gas mask's dark lenses and listening intently for the BLU heavy's hammering footsteps. As he'd expected, the minigun-wielding Russian had merely glances into the room above the pyro- the flames from the flare extinguished by now, one way or another- before yelling in frustration and stampeding through the BLU base entrance, gunning down the pyro's teammates as he continued to throw his booming voice around.
The pyro, at this point, was already advancing to the metal stairs that would lead him to the other team's intelligence. His own team had placed sentries to guard this particular area, but as he looked above him, he could see none. It didn't matter where they'd been moved to, really, but as long as they were out of the way, that was all he cared about. He decided to leave the nearby snipers, jogging past them without hesitation; if he killed them right then, they'd only be on his tail after they respawned, and they'd probably only try to shoot him when he exited their base, anyway. Bearing this in mind, he eagerly headed for the intelligence. Grabbing the nearby ammo (and, in the same second, wondering why they were always left out for anyone to take, regardless of allegiance) when he got there but leaving the health kit for later, he would have made a beeline for the briefcase if not for the sudden, familiar beeping of a sentry turning to face him. Muttering hoarsely under his breath and cursing himself for not considering that obvious risk earlier, he backed out of the room just fast enough to take only a small amount of damage- easily and quickly recovered by the small health kit he'd saved just for that situation. Normally, this well-placed trap would have been a considerable problem, but with perfect timing and all the grace of a falling ladder, the RED spy went sprawling head-first into the room (having clearly not paid attention to his cloak's remaining power, an annoying habit of his for the rest of the team) and was immediately shot down. The pyro groaned in frustration, but knew he had to use the event to his advantage- lest he risk being scolded by his teammates later on for 'being careless'. It wouldn't be the first time, either. So, thinking quickly and running as fast as he could with his thick suit on, the pyro rushed forward with his flamethrower just before the sentry could turn around.
"MMMPHH!" He shouted, his voiced heavily muffled by his gas mask, as he jumped around in circles and the sentry and dispenser placed in the room fell, showering him with short bursts of sparks. It would have been a triumphant cry, but nobody could have understood him even if he wasn't alone. Shrugging slightly, he grabbed the briefcase, hauled it onto his back, and sprinted towards the nearest exit- he didn't have time to notice who was following him.
