Everything went blank after RED Spy pulled the lever. Luckily, the RED personnel regained his senses quicker than the BLU posse that went to confront him. Quickly, he escaped the facility, with an enraged BLU Spy shrieking at his goons to give chase and kill the slippery Frenchman. Angry bullets whizzed past RED Spy, as he skillfully dodged projectiles. He couldn't fire back, however, and a Heavy Medic pair, along with an SMG Sniper and Demoman were his chasers. He exited via the main doors of the massive building, still hunted by the four vicious mercenaries. Seeing an empty truck outside, Spy hijacked the vehicle and drove away, the transportation mechanism filled with bullet holes by the time he drove into the long burning desert plain.

Harvest was won, but it was hardly a celebration day. The Division was about to be moved to a place they were required. The Builders League were trying to break the stalemate by taking Coldfront. It was an icy landscape, with its frigid and half-broken buildings of rotting wooden structures. It was under the iron fist of the League, and they were planning to use it as a staging ground to assault the RED Capital of Teufort.

"Alrighty then, let's get ready." announced Engineer to the rest of his legion of Reliable Excavation Demolition began preparing for the descent of BLUs on their position. The Texan set up his mechanical marvels at one of the control point sheds, covered by his masked ally, while his Australian comrade watched afar, from the safety of his nest. "Hudda mmph…" commented Pyro ominously. "Yeah, that's right." agreed Engineer. Clutching his hardhat, he continued upgrading his robotic wonder, which was then active. The dispenser soon followed, being constructed efficiently for the team's benefit. RED prepared for the imminent assault that the League would present them with.

An hour passed. Reliable Excavation was getting bored, sitting on miscellaneous wooden RED Bread crates scattered across the frigid wasteland. Snow was pouring down upon the squadron of teammates. The other two Engineers, both wearing Gibuses, were away from the main Engi, had nests set up in the other sheds containing capture able points. It was strange, no enemy attack, nor ambush, had arisen yet.

Suddenly, an explosion rocked Coldfront. Birds began cawing and yelling as they flew away from the explosion's point of origin. In came at least ten truck-fulls of BLU mercenaries. The force poured out and began wrecking the unprepared RED defense.

Engineer and Pyro remained on their defensive post, until a stray bullet nearly caked Engineer in blood. "Darn. Pyro, take cover!" was all Engi could utter, before several blue explosive demo pills eradicated the entirety of the nest. Dispenser and Sentry turned into a graveyard of metal parts and pieces. Engineer and Pyro simultaneously ducked behind several large crates. They were strafed by oncoming enemy fire, it looked like one Demo, three Soldiers, and another Pyro. Rockets also flew in, eventually. Engineer looked worriedly at Pyro. "Looks like we bit off more than we can chew, heh." Pyro stared blankly for a moment. "Mmmmph." he responded.

"That is true, we go out guns blazing." concluded the Texan warrior, cocking his trusty shotgun and revving up his Short Circuit. The host of enemies was almost upon the duo. Most of their comrades were probably eliminated during the initial attack, they were one of the only few pockets of resistance left.

The duo emerged from their hiding places. The lighting from the Circuit electrocuted two Soldiers in a Chain Reaction, before Engineer pulled out his Shotty and turned the Demo's head into red mist, which mingled with the snowy ground. Pyro primed his flamethrower, and took the BLU masked madman by surprise, turning him into a crispy corpse, a charred remnant of what he once was. The last remaining Soldier tried to retreat, but his legs were crippled by carefully aimed shots by Engineer, before a singular shot to the cranium finished off the arrogant American.

"I guess that's that." concluded Engineer, breathing heavily. Pyro nodded for a moment, before a Rocket came in between the two, knocking the Engineer unconscious.

Sniper cowered in the building he was sniping from. He'd watch the defenses crumble from afar, and the RED team get completely annihilated. Worse than the surprise attack with the Golden Egg at DoubleCross, because this time, there seemed to be no survivors, just a gruesome ocean of RED corpses, mingling with a few BLU bodies, sparsely placed. Sniper gulped, knowing it was just a matter of time before they'd purge this building of its RED occupants. The Medic was still downstairs, hiding with one of the Gibus Engineers. He quickly ran down to the area, a former bar, now turned hideout. Multiple bottles of expired beer lay lazily upon the mahogany counter, while a terrified German and his Pyrovision Goggle adorning companion hid behind it.

"Get up, it's just me." assured the Australian. The two looked around themselves. The Medic wore a Mann Co Cap, along with some unique looking boots. They had to move quickly. "Trying to run is not an option, we'll have to hide." stated the Sniper. "I've done Crocodile Hunting before, I know a good hiding spot when I see one." calmed the Sniper. The two merely nodded, and followed the Sniper up the flight of stairs. An entourage of BLUs, lead by a Scout, were approaching the building.

Spy… where was he? Turbine, yes. But no one was there. Since the last battle ended with a disastrous RED defeat, Redmond must've sent another battalion to free the facility. Both teams must have killed each in the ultimatum of the battle, as it looked like a devastated wasteland. Both sides of the structure were ravaged, apparent holes making a blemish on the once finely crated air conditioner hosting building. Splintered pieces of wood and steel lay scattered across a ground plagued by war. Spy trudged through, making it to a RED Intelligence Room. Obviously, the briefcase was missing, and the Frenchman rolled his eyes in annoyance. Clutching his Ambassador, he ensured that no other interfering forces lay anywhere close.

Pyro looked groggily at the blank sky that lay above Coldfront. It was dead, unresponsive sky. Pyro's gas mask felt uncomfortable, but some quick adjustments fixed that. His suit was ripped apart in the rocket shot, which also didn't do well for his body either. Pyro could see some of his skin, bloody and dying. It was painful to touch anywhere near that area. Taking even a few steps in the suit yielded blood and even more pain to the masked mystery. Pyro thought it best to remove himself of the burden of the shirt he was wearing. Removing it, Pyro saw that his skin fared worse than he once imagined. There were four, in total, bloody spots. Pyro's gloves were also removed, revealing that his hands were charred and completely black. That rocket must've hit Pyro right in the chest. How he survived was a mystery. The RED Respawn was most likely deactivated by now, due to BLU victory.

The incoherent word saying companion to Engineer trudged along the ice cold landscape, avoiding squadrons of BLU soldiers while also attempting to not die of severe blood loss. He was nearly spotted by a Scout, as well.

"Hudda mmpphhh mphh hud." begrudgingly commented Pyro, before waddling into a clearing. In the middle of a vast opening of snow filled tundra that was Coldfront, a Soldier with the M. Bison cap was directing a host of prisoners to go in certain areas. Engineer was among them. Pyro tried to catch his attention, but any major movements were halted by an extreme pain. Engineer didn't notice Pyro, and was herded into a truck, which drove off into the distance. Pyro was close to screaming in shock and sadness. One of his only friends, trucked away by heartless barbarians. His blood loss was increasing, and he continued on, without a shirt to protect him from the cold, he could almost feel hypothermia set in. There was no Respawn, Pyro's life has come to an end.

He collapsed on the ground, blood mixing with snow. The last thing he sees before blacking out is a figure approaching him.

Pyro woke up. His bloody spots were patched up, bandages covering them. He still lacked anything on his upper body, but his pants seemed in mint condition. Looking through his mask, he spotted a blonde female, probably in her early twenties. She had a slender build, adorning a red suit. She approached Pyro, smiling. "I see you've woken up." the rather beautiful lady stated. Pyro nodded in response. "I'm Sophia, one of TF Industries's newest employees." she said calmly, assisting Pyro out of his chair. They were in a small wooden cabin. "Hudda?" inquired Pyro. "I saved you because it's my job to do clean up for the dead bodies after the fight's over. Luckily, I found you still alive, and without the knowledge of the BLUs, I gave you shelter, here in this small cabin near Coldfront." she responded. "Mmphh Hudda Hud." thanked Pyro.

Kidnapper, the Fedora adorning cruel and cutthroat general of the BLU team, was being pressured by Blutarch. Each day, the dying elderly man, clinging onto life via a machine, scolded him for his inconsistencies to deliver and constantly allowing RED infiltrators into their important facilities. He'd rather work for Gray Mann, even Redmond, truth be told. He felt unappreciated. Just yesterday, using his skills of espionage, he's allowed BLU three decisive victories. Not a word of those were uttered.

But it mattered little now. Spy had to make sure the laser was ready. Soon, Blutarch's scoldings would end and BLU Spy would become a hailed figure in the Badlands.