DoubleCross
The battle began, with a Heavy Medic pair rushing into the ruined streets of a once promising construction site in New Mexico. The Heavy also acted as a meat shield for his fellow mercenaries, taking podshots at the BLU forces as the RED team advanced. "Go on now, Pyro. You're needed elsewhere." Proclaimed the Engineer to his Pyro companion. The Pyro nodded, and, with the medic Engi befriended at Turbine, ran into war.
It had been five minutes since Pyro's departure from the intel room, and the Engineer had not encountered any sort of trouble thus far. The occasional fly would swoop by and attempt to annoy the Texan. In response, he simply stood out of the way, and let the fly feel the wrath of the ever so vigilant sentry. "Hehehe, how'd that plan work out for ya, dummy?!" Engineer gloated to the scattered corpse of a rather large fly, when suddenly, he heard strings of explosions outside. The screaming and agony of a Demoman, the yelling of a Heavy to advance, the smell of burnt corpses. Engineer pulled out his trusty shotgun, although, in this case, he knew that it would do nothing but distract the enemy for a few seconds. Soon after, a Demoman, covered in blood and scars, crying out for an imaginary medic that would never come to his aid, ran inside the room. He was relieved to see a generous Dispenser welcoming him to sanctuary. "Thanks, lad!" said the Demo. He was wearing a traffic cone cosmetic, which was the only thing that differed him from other Demomen in the battlefield. "No problem." Assured the Engineer, his signature smiling popping up at the sound of Demoman's thanks. "How's the fight going?" asked Engineer. "Not so good, we've already lost three guys fighting against those damn BLUs. Well, back to the front!" responded the Demo. The Dispenser itself was in the corner of the room, and the sentry turret planted in the middle. But Engineer noticed something. The Demoman's speech. Usually, one of the drunken juggernauts made incoherent sentences whenever talking to a friend or enemy. Now, he was speaking perfectly fine.
It was probably nothing. The Demoman nodded, and ran back out into the scarred battlefield of DoubleCross. The Engineer smiled, clearly satisfied with the outcome of that discussion that just occurred. But then, the sound of a sapping sentry. The infamous buzzing sound. A spy. The Engineer didn't even say the catchphrase "Spy sappin mai sentry!", instead, he turned around and faced the culprit. A disguised Engineer. "Why don't we just give up, partner?" he asked in a mocking and sarcastic tone. Fuming, the Engineer yelled a battle cry and ran at the Frenchmen under the disguise of a Texan. He swung his wrench, and the spy was too busy thinking of other ways to add insult to injury when he was jumped. A vibrant and loud crack emitted from the spy's mouth as he screamed in pain. He kicked the Engineer off him, and pulled out his Ambassador. He quickly aimed for the general direction of the Engineer's head, and fired three shots. Only one bullet succeeded in its task, and the Engineer cried out in pain. "Help!" he said in desperation. "Your sentry, gone. Your life, over. Now, the intelligence, mine!" said the spy cheerfully. "Hudda!" was the next sound that emerged out of the mouth of anything in the nearby area. Pyro returned, as he turned the corner, he snatched a black book off the desk planted at the DoubleCross intel room and threw it at the Spy's hand, knocking the Ambassador to the concrete below him. Before the Frenchman had time too retaliate, Engineer kicked the Spy's right leg. "Ack!" he cried out, before the infamous masked fighter himself, Pyro, charged at the Spy, engulfing him in a tidal wave of flames. Soon, the once lively and charismatic Frenchmen turned into a flame covered corpse.