When RED Medic next woke, it was with a smarting bruise on his head and a bobbing view of the scenery as Soldier marched back to base. The man had slung the German over his shoulder while he was unconscious and even now, the doctor was barely capable of coherent thought. His vision was blurry and he wasn't sure if that was because his glasses were missing or Soldier's hit was just that forceful. If the throbbing ache was anything to go by, though, Medic was willing to put his money on the latter.

Somewhere along the way they crossed paths with their team's Engi, his baby sentry beeping upon their approach towards him, settling down again when it recognised they were friendlies. He looked like he was preparing for the unexpected war against BLU, his buildings scattered around him in various stages of completion.

"Eeeerectin' a dispenser!" He cheerily announced, the repetitive whack from his wrench connecting with the machine doing nothing to soothe Medic's head. "Gimme one more sec and she'll be up and runnin'!"

"They're close!" said Soldier, gesturing over his shoulder with a pointed thumb. "You best get ready, son."

"Three steps ahead of ya!" The Texan grinned triumphantly as his dispenser shifted to life. "Come on, put the poor fella down here."

A space was cleared on his usual stool and Soldier promptly dropped the German onto it like a sack of rocks. Fortunately for Medic, the nearby dispenser immediately set to work in mending his sustained damage. "Oh, das ist besser..."

"Boy, you sure don't look too good. What happened?"

"I hit him." Soldier answered rather bluntly. "With my shovel."

Engi raised a brow, waiting for the man to justify his actions.

"He has been conspiring with the enemy team! I had every right."

"Are ya sure?" The Texan was sceptical. "Spies have made a fool of us more often than not is all I'm sayin'."

"I caught him with Blu Engi and Demo. I know a traitor when I see one!"

"It's not vhat you think." Medic offered tiredly but his attempt only earned him a swift backhand to the face.

"Can it, Kraut!" The militant man suddenly leaned in close, grabbing the doc by his large chin. "I hope you know you have pleeenty of answerin' to do, Sweet-Cakes."

Engi's brows furrowed, sparing Medic a sympathetic glance before he busied himself with upgrading his sentry.

"Just let me explain-"

"Oh, it's not me you have to worry about! We'll see what the Administrator has to say about all this."

Things with Blu Spy and Heavy were just coming to a start. Spy was checking over his disguise one last time and Heavy was repeating the entire plan to himself over and over, trying to recall all the important details that the other told him. Of course, they also had to account for other team-members flooding into the locker-room. They had to catch Pyro by himself.

"Are you ready?" Spy cast one last look at the Russian over his shoulder, who hesitated for a while but eventually gave him a thumbs-up. "Good. You'll know your cue when you see it."

And just like that, the Frenchman took off to a running start, but not before gesturing a signal to Sniper. Heavy curiously looked up, as if to see whether or not he could spot the Aussie with his very eyes, but the rays of the afternoon sun blinded him from any subtle detail of a human silhouette in the distance.

Now, Spy knew that he had to get Pyro's attention in the best way possible; to distract him to the point where Pyro could focus on nothing else but him. He had considered going undercover as Engi. Heck, he even considered just going in sans disguise and au-natural. But he only needed Pyro's attention, not the entire team's so he needed a disguise that would allow him to hide in plain sight.

And this was why, when he did approach RED Pyro in the locker, it was under the arsonist's form. And just in-case that wasn't enough for starters, Spy took good measure with firing his Ambassador at him once.

The bullet wouldn't have reached Pyro, but it drew his line of sight to him as he disguised his gun as a flame-thrower. If Pyro couldn't tell he was a spy, he was sure to now.

"Mmmmmmf!" The arsonist immediately sprung to his feet and in no time, he was hot on Spy's trail.

Heavy watched with dumbfounded confusion and awe as he watched his team's Pyro chasing an exact image of himself. Sure, it wasn't anything he hadn't seen before but it was always a strange sight to behold. But this was his cue and he knew he didn't have time to waste, every second and minute Spy bought him was valuable.

So he ran into the resupply as quickly as his stubby legs would carry him, making a bee-line for Pyro's locker in particular. It was locked but this mattered little to a man who's biceps were as thick as the average man's thighs.

A concentrated punch later and he was in. It wasn't stealthy but it was quicker than having Spy pick the lock.

Heavy scrambled through Pyro's pink duffle bag with a focussed urgency, doing his best to ignore the strange contents he found within.

"No gde...?" Heavy mumbled to himself, desperate to find the balloon. "Gde vy?"

"Who goes there?!"

Crap. Time to bail.

Without too much time to think, Heavy did what he thought was best and grabbed the entire bag and made a run for it, shoving anything else that looked of interest into the duffle before he scrammed.

His fellow Demo-man got there too late to catch him, but what he did catch was the sight of Heavy's retreating form and a hot-pink bag slung over his shoulder.

The Scot's eye (yes, singular) widened, his jaw dropping as he tried to make sense of all this. When Heavy was finally out of his line of vision, he took a sweep around the room, searching for clues that could tell the story of what previously transpired in this very spot.

"That Heavy..." He murmured to himself in awe. "That Heavy's a bloody spy!"

He ran off to inform the rest of his team, his bottle at the ready to do some damage.

Meanwhile, Spy was also on the run. Difference was that Heavy had only just started running, whereas he had been trying to lead Pyro around in circles for several minutes. He was careful not to run into any open areas where other RED team-mates were as the last thing he wanted was to include Scout into the race. Spy was fast but he wasn't that fast.

Sniper did his best to maintain constant visual contact with the pair, all the while trying to remember which Pyro was Spy. It was like playing a game of cups and it became further disorientating through the narrowed scope of his zoomed-in rifle.

"I hope ye know what you're doing, Spook." The marksman grumbled, readying his hand around one of his Jarates. He had been sitting here for a few hours now, which only meant more black coffee had been consumed. Sniper was by no means in short supply of the stuff.

Finally, Spy stopped running. Or at least one of the Pyros had. But it had to be Spy, as he had allowed himself to get cornered- which Sniper certainly considered strange, but he had learned to roll with the punches throughout his time working with the man.

RED Pyro was wedging the imposter into a corner even further, his flame-thrower readily ignited and aimed at the other. There wasn't any chance now of Spy ever escaping. Not without sustaining third degree burns.

"Come on, Spy, what tha hell ya doin'?" The Aussie was growing uneasy as he watched from above. "Do something, piss-head!"

And just at the last second, Spy gave the signal, raising his hand up into the air in the shape of an 'o'.

Pyro stopped in his tracks, inquisitive, tilting his head slightly to the side. But his standing still was his biggest mistake. Over the span of the next few seconds, Pyro became doused in Sniper's famous brand of kidney juice, stunning and blinding him long enough for Spy to uncloak, kick the firey weapon out of his hands and land a critical stab straight into his heart.

"May the world sleep better without your existence..." The Frenchman sneered down at the collapsed body, his expression twisting into a victorious grin as he glanced upwards at Sniper. "Well done, 'mate'!"

Sniper, catching the movement of Spy's lips, didn't need to be there to know what he said. "Bloody show-off." He grumbled to himself as he reloaded his riffle.

Spy stole Pyro's disguise once more before he left the scene, along with his flame-thrower. It would come prove useful for his cover.