"You saw that, right? That ain't normal, pal! I'm telling ya-"

"Yeah, you're telling me, and I wish you'd bloody stop." The Scout's retort was cut off as the tall man in a large hat and practical clothing shoved a hand at his mouth, pushing him away. He brought his long rifle up to his eye and took a careful look over the bridge. Aside from the still-smoldering Soldier nearer to their side, being pursued back in by the enemy Pyro, the only other person on the bridge was the strange summoner.

"Come on, Sniper! Shoot her! She's big trouble!" Scout was impossible to keep quiet even at the best of times, and Sniper resigned himself to having to put up with him.

"First rule of sniping, mate: you don't take the shot unless you know it'll count. She snaked our intel out without even walking in, and who knows how many kinds of critters she can call up. She doesn't know I'm here, I have all night." He turned away from the scope and pointed accusingly at Scout. "But she WILL know I'm here if you don't stop yapping like a hungry dingo!"

"Good news, maggots! I am no longer on fire!" barked a voice just as loud as the Scout. Rather than draw attention to his position on their base's rooftop, Sniper just headed inside. Soldier stood there, clearly having been on fire until his announcement.

"That's... that's great, mate. Let's get you topped up at the cabinet, and we'll get a plan for getting the case back." The Soldier responded with a salute so enthusiastic he nearly knocked his helmet off his head, and the three headed further in.

"Yo, is someone gonna tell Biggie Size we're doing this, or is he just gonna keep stuffing his face until he passes out?" Scout hurried ahead, only making the barest effort to slow himself down to avoid leaving his comrades behind.

"I'll fill him in after." Sniper's response elicited a snicker from the Scout, but he didn't feel like chastising him for it and getting more yammering back. He kept his voice at a low whisper, just enough for his teammates to hear. "Right. We NEED that briefcase back, but as long as they have that summoner, we're like a sieve. Their masked lunatic, at the very least, is gonna prioritize helping her, and I expect the rest of the REDs to do likewise."

Scout shrugged. "So? You've tagged their medic before, no problem."

Soldier spoke up from where he was bandaging himself up. "Private, do you know how war even WORKS? If their medic can turn the other REDs invincible, then he can turn the Atlantean backstabber invincible as well! We CANNOT ALLOW THAT, DO YOU UNDERSTAND THAT?!"

Scout looked over to Sniper, whispering, "Their spy is a Braves fan?"

Sniper shook his head. "I have no idea what you two are on about, but Soldier's got the gist of it. ...I think. We need to keep the other REDs busy long enough to get the summoner out in the open alone, and THEN I can take the shot."

"Understood, soldier! Me and Private Scout will engage in guerrilla warfare and draw the RED maggots out of their base!" Soldier seemed pleased, especially for someone still suffering from burn wounds and having no idea how to treat them, going by the randomly-applied bandages around his body.

"Yeeeeah, can't wait to be a giant frickin' glowing target for them to shoot." Scout shook his hands in the air in mock celebration.

"Deal with it, wanker, because we don't have much other choice. Any questions with the plan?"

"Sir!" Soldier stood at attention, and the pile of bandages he'd awkwardly jammed atop his helmet fell off as he did. "What is the role of unit codename 'Biggie Size' in this operation?"

"Who is Biggie Size."

The deep intoning voice caught all three by surprise, and they turned around to see a bald tower of a man staring them all down, arms like logs folded. Sniper just sat back, happy to let the other two take the fall.

Scout tried to put on a friendly grin, but his fear of the Heavy Weapons Guy made it more of a rictus. "Uh... that's what we're calling the Soldier, obviously! I mean, heh, it's not like anyone ELSE here would be called th..."

"I do not speak your language so good, tiny Scout. But I am not stupid." Heavy leaned down, towering over the Scout, and poked him in the forehead with one bratwurst-sized finger. "I am thinking this 'Biggie Size' will be on bridge, getting attention of RED babies with Sascha, yes?"

The Scout mouthed wordlessly and squeaked a bit, but otherwise didn't reply.

Heavy chuckled softly, tossled the Scout's cap patronizingly, then stood at his full height to address the table. "Man or woman. Mercenary or summoner. Heavy does not care. I will crush her and all her pets like snail shell beneath my foot. Then Sniper may shoot his coward gun and put bullet through her broken skull."

Sniper knew that the Heavy was mostly just posturing to scare Scout, an activity he wholly approved of. This was a plan the Heavy was used to, calling attention and fire to him while the Sniper picked off key targets from a distance. He simply tipped his hat. "'Preciate it, mate. Give 'em a gobful. Any other questions, before we begin?"