Alright. To hell with this waiting crap. Any guesses as to who the BLU Pyro is are hereby moot and void.

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You Fail! The enemy has captured our intelligence.

Welkin couldn't care less about the Intel. The thing was, Alicia didn't know it was him behind that gas mask.

He walked over to the Class-changer, and quickly popped into a Medic's uniform. He'd figure out his 'best' class soon enough, as he readied his Medigun...

"Heil Us!"

Welkin looked over behind him. Five other medics were healing the BLU Heavy, who had a confused look on his face.

"I AM GOING TO UBER YOU!!!" one of the Medics shouted.

"WE HAVE SIX MEDICS!" Heavy shouted in an accentless voice. "WHAT THE FUUUUCK!" The Minigun began firing, as the Heavy wildly swung it around, though he did no harm to any of the Medics, or Welkin.

Welkin couldn't contain a laugh or two before swapping to Demoman, knowing that Fina and the 'original' Medic could take care of the team well enough; and having three or four more was just overkill (unless they were 'battle-medics,' but Welkin couldn't play that too well.)

Welkin left the spawn as the BLU Soldier, tailed by Edy (who, for now, was also a Soldier), charged into battle against the RED Team. This reminded Welkin of a harsh fact: Alicia had somehow ended up on RED, and he swore he'd seen the two Demomen reduce her to some organs and her headdress.

The idea of having to hurt Alicia, even if she would simply respawn, pained him. Both teams were even full (actually, RED had one person extra), preventing Welkin from swapping, at the risk of fighting the majority of his su-

"Psst! Hehehe..."

As he was running to the enemy base around, Welkin had his train of thought interrupted by the RED sniper. He let out a scream of pain as the high-caliber round pierced his skull, and his limp rag doll was catapulted off the side of the bridge.

Catherine saw this through her scope, as she directed her own rifle in the direction of her Australian counterpart, who ducked behind cover the moment he saw the blue laser pointer nearing him.

It soon devolved into a waiting game.

---RED team---

"Agh... damn! I can't go out there, with that BLU on the other end of the rifle," the Sniper said to himself, though he quickly shut up upon hearing the sound of a spy uncloaking.

"Where are you, ya miserable spoo... AGH!"

"Right behind you." Cezary pulled his knife from the Sniper's back before hitting his Cloak-and-Dagger again. "Hm... I should get myself one of these," he said quietly, so as not to give himself away.

"Mpf!"

Cezary felt something bump into him, and turned to see the worst thing a Spy could have run into.

The cackling, pyrotechnical inclined firebug known as the Pyro, who let out a muffled chuckle from behind his mask.

Cezary soon fell limp on the ground, his body smoldering. The RED Pyro looked at the gray-haired would-be sniper's suit turn into a crisp, before holding his flamethrower high above his head and letting out a muffled laugh.

"Surprise!" the BLU team's other Spy said, ramming his own knife into the Pyro's back as the gas masked thing let out a scream, falling over Cezary's burning body. The infiltrator quickly slapped on the RED Soldier mask, and called out for a medic.

---Alicia's POV---

She still hadn't gotten used to the whole 'spy' thing, so hearing her voice ring out through the base was a bit confusing.

Her Gallian-S10 in hand, Alicia rounded a corner, and stared herself in the eye, from beneath the brown helmet worn by RED team soldiers.

"Hi," Soldier-Alicia said.

The BLU Spy's ragdoll soon fell to the floor. "There is only one Alicia Melchiott! Don't go stealing my identity again!" She shot the Spy's body a few times for good measure, before hearing the trademark sound of a Dead Ringer.

"Oh, fu-" Alicia failed to finish her curse, as the BLU Spy fired his Ambassador a few times, putting a pair of holes in Alicia's head.

"I will use the identity of whom I wish... Oh, may I borrow your ear piece, young scout? 'This is Alicia! Rainbows make me cry, Over!' Heh. Don't tell me what to do."

Alicia could only watch, infuriated, in Spectator mode, as the Spy once again disguised as her.

When she re-appeared in the spawn, she stomped over to the class changer, and mashed the fire icon, suddenly dawning a flameproof suit that, for whatever reason, conformed to her shape a bit more than it did the Pyro (but, it never took the suit off...). As opposed to the gas mask that completely covered her head, she instead wore one that just covered her face.

"Mmrm hrm mm hrm-hrmn mmpf?"

I could tell this much, though. This was easily the oddest game of CTF I would EVER play on any TF2 server. I hadn't really even played for a couple of seconds, but when I saw that custom player model, well...

---End Chapter 7---

And... Goodbye, Fourth Wall!