With the apparent loss of Spy, Engineer's Division only had two more left, both very unskilled and useless compared to the past Spy, who's skill attempted to set an example for the other two failures of Frenchmen.
"Mmph Hudda?" inquired Pyro to his Texan companion. "I don't think Spy's dead, we'd have found his corpse in the BLU warehouse." retorted Engineer, dashing Pyro's horrid thought. "This is the seventh time we've searched, nothing. Sorry mate, I think he's gone." apologized the Sniper, who barged into their conversation. "Well… That aint good…" was all Engineer could utter, looking down on the ground. How was he, or any member of his team, going to break it to Scout?
The groggy Frenchman's eyes pried open. Several rats nibbling at his boots, to his disgust. He scared them away with some movement with his feet, before taking in his surroundings. His mask was off, placed on a nearby gray desk inside the cell. He was on a rather uncomfortable and unforgiving bed. "Urgh, what happened to me?" he asked, before his mind recollected his capture by the Builders League Operative "Kidnapper". Something about a secret project and Blutarch Mann. He slowly got up, shaking his head.
Past the RED and BLU bodies choking up the railway on Well, Engineer was playing his guitar, tuning it, and overall enjoying the soothing and melodic music. His comrades were inside, playing Arm Wrestle and enjoying their victory over RED, unlike the disastrous incident at Sawmill. Sentries were placed outside to ensure that if the enemy launched another surprise attack, they wouldn't be welcomed to the vulnerable drunk base they were presented with at Sawmill.
"Ja, that's why I left Germany." explained Medic, putting his hat on the table that his comrade Heavy was also sitting on. "You have a weird past, Doktor." commented Heavy, smiling like the fat bundle of mini-gun firing craziness he was.
The Kidnapper was resting peacefully on his chair, overlooking the security cameras for the prison, eyeing them carefully. He saw that his newest and most favorite subject, Spy, had awoken from his slumber. "Engineer, give our guest breakfast, please." commanded BLU Spy to his Engineer counterpart. "Ugh, I build a miracle of invention one day and I'm asked to fetch breakfast for a chain-smoking Frenchman the next." grumbled the Texan man as he annoyingly barged open the exit door and walked down the hallway. Spy rolled his eyes. "He doesn't have to do that every time I ask him to help around this damn prison." he muttered.
RED Spy was continuing his escapade in his prison cell, trying to find the nearest exit, when he heard footsteps. His cell was empty, and he believed most of the hallway's cells were as well, so the man was definitely coming for him. The Engineer arrived, carrying an angry and unsatisfied look. In his right hand, a tray of stale bread and generic meat. He opened the cell's bar, and put the tray on the cell's desk. He noticed that Spy had put his mask back on, but didn't care. He closed the bars, and walked out.
RED Engineer walked to the outskirts of Well, breathing in the freshest air he had been treated to all week. "Ahhh…" he said, clearly satisfied. He put down a lawn chair, and began to guzzle down some beer. He was trying out Demoman's preferred brand of cheap whiskey today. It was actually quite good, at least to Engineer's generous tastebuds. He continued his moment of bliss until an announcement arrived from the Administrator. "The Builders League is sending a division to retake Well tomorrow. Prepare yourselves." She said. The intercom then went dead, and Engineer groaned in annoyance.
"How goes Project Nucleus, Engineer?" asked BLU Spy. "Good, sir. I must ask you though, when it is complete, what is our first target?" asked Engineer. "The RED's Teufort Fortress. The never-ending stalemate on Teufort annoys me, but we shall end it. After, we will target every last major RED stronghold, and aim it at Mann Co. An endless supply of hats for us, else we incinerate them!" explained Spy, laughing like a madman while doing so, much to the discomfort of his Texan underling.
