The great escape.
Mess hall: two-thirty AM.
Breakfast: Sandvich
Drink: Sandvich
"Mm, Sandvich taste good."
"It sure does, Hevy."
"Maybe we get some more?" Scout looked at Hevy, who seemed to be positively glowing today.
"Hey buddy, have you been talking to the medic recently?"
"No. Why you ask?" Hevy said, as another round bounced off his skull.
"No reason. It's just that the red really suits you."
"You think so? Hevy worried it show enemy where we are."
"Nah, I think they would see you anyway." Hevy's lips curled into a wide grin.
"You think Hevy is noticeable?"
"Er, yeah."
"Well dat is good. What do you think blu team is up to know?" Scout cocked an eyebrow and peered around the bomb. "Looks like they're getting ready for another rush."
"Da, that is good. Now we kill, yes?"
"Urm…" Scout said, moving quickly into cover. "No, this time I think we RUN!"
Inside the base.
"Can you hear something?"
"Probably just the sound of my liver cry'en forra drink."
"Amen brother."
Outside the base.
"RUN! RUN, RUN, RUN!"
"HEVY IS RUNNING!" Bullets and grenades bounced around the two as they fled the bomb, behind them, a large assortment of blu team were coming after them.
"DUCK!"
"I AM DUCKING!"
"WELL IT DOESN'T LOOK LIKE YOU'RE!" Scout was zigzagging everywhere, whilst Hevy was taking a much more methodical approach to his evasive manoeuvres. "Looks like this is the end!"
The end.
Now that our defences are lowered, I can finally sneak out. Time for this Spy to fly. Swapping out his usual suit for something less conspicuous, Spy made his way into the hallway and started to run. If I have timed this right, I should be able to avoid all my colleagues and their boring chit-chat. Moving stealthily, he made his way outside. From here I can make my GREAT ESCAPE. Humming a little tune to himself, he uncovered a hole that Hevy had made earlier looking for a bone. Throwing the bone, and the still warm pyro, over his shoulder, Spy clambered into the hole and begun his escape. Meanwhile in the mess hall, pyro was wondering why he had yet to be mentioned in this story. Hey Pyro!
"Muhmf," he said, waving his hands at something he could not see. Meanwhile:
Spy was having some trouble.
"Dis Armani suit was not designed to be covered in shit!" Not a big problem by any means, unless it was Hevys. Those sandvichs will clog you up.
So it was with great trepidation, and a faint smell, that spy pulled himself out of the hole, a man who could pull himself through a meter of crap and come out clean on the other side, he was not.
So, smelling faintly of dog biscuits, Spy set off on his adventure, confidant that the smell would wear off eventually.
