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Once the word hit that the Blues had made yet another capture, Courtney became livid with anger.
"Damn it all to hell!!!" Courtney shouted.
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"In my defense" she then began to explain, "it was a very tense time for me. I mean, as the leader, the entire success of our operation rested with me. If we failed, it would mean that I failed, and I don't fail."
"""
"I'm taking care of this" she said to Eva. "You keep pushing."
"Got it" Eva droned as she blind-fired around the corner, holding her gatling gun over her head to wipe out whoever was in the little room.
"Enough playing around" DJ said, still loyally healing behind her. "Let's use the straight staircase. You can keep them pinned down without just standing around."
"Good idea" Eva said.
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"You know" Eva began "for a pacifist, DJ's got a good military mind on his shoulders. Heck, if he wanted to lead the team I'm sure he could, he's just too nice."
"""
Eva let her gun rev down and made a dash for the opposite staircase. As she climbed the sharply cornered wooden stairs she saw Cody throw down another turret which she turned with her shotgun to fire upon. As she did, Leshawna's grenade gun peeked around the corner and began firing on her. The grenades bounced at her feet and rolled around behind her, exploding soon after and wounding her constantly-regenerated body.
"That's right!" Leshawna shouted. "Where's your little sniper now!?"
"Like I need her!" Eva roared back. She started pumping her shotgun faster and firing with more brazen murderous attempt than before. Getting extremely aggravated, she removed her lead-weighted hat and threw that, smashing Cody's turret in the middle of its construction. Cody scratched his head curiously at the strange properties of the hat while Leshawna continued her volley, pausing for a second to reload as fast as she could.
"They're getting away!" Cody exclaimed.
"I'm aware of that!" Leshawna said. Once her gun was reloaded she switched to stickies and started firing them across the gap. Eva was already near the threshold that led to the stairs, but still within Leshawna's reach. DJ was already inside, hurrying in so that he could stay out of the fire, while Eva continued firing her shotgun in style with only one arm. When Leshawna fired a sticky grenade Eva shot it in the air and pushed it away. When Leshawna launched a grenade Eva use her gun to nudge it away, the grenade ignoring her gun as a part of her body and staying on its timed frequency. Leshawna had lost the firefight as Eva simply gave her a gun-barrel hat-tip and ran down the steps.
"Damn!" Leshawna shouted. "Noah! Eva's on her way!"
"No she's not" Noah denied very plainly.
"Yeah, she is!" Cody confirmed. "WE couldn't stop her!"
"But you slowed her down" Noah said, "which gave her just enough time to get into position."
"Who?" Leshawna asked. "Eva?"
"Noo..." Noah said, leaving the tension of mystery ripe in the air. Eva and DJ ran down the stairs, staying close together, nearly reaching the bottom floor when she slid in their way. Wearing a mask of ageless horror, colored with blood, stood Izzy with her flamethrower and a belt of grenades across her chest. Through the wide, circular slots of her mask she glared Eva down, stopping her in her tracks and forcing DJ to run into her from behind.
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"I love scaring people" Izzy said happily. "I think I've already told you that, but this one time, and I know I haven't said this yet, I was in a hospital and I was wearing a long, black robe and I had my hair straightened but it didn't totally take so it was all, like, frizzy and it looked like fire. Anyway, I was walking around and visiting old people's rooms and pointing at them and saying, in a really raspy voice, 'You're time has come!' and like ten people flat-lined that day! HAA!!! I love scaring people..."
"""
Izzy grabbed one of her napalm-grenades from her belt and threw it right in Eva's face. An explosion of bright-red fire occurred and Eva fell over, spreading the fire to DJ through proximity. Izzy spun around and grabbed another grenade, tossing this one underhand at DJ who flew back into the steps and started frying rapidly. His gun was knocked out of his hand, the only thing that had been keeping Eva borderline immortal, and now they both rapidly began losing life. Izzy, in her madly defined mercy, took out her barbed-wire-wrapped ax and pounced forward, decimating both Eva and DJ before they had a chance to recover the senses to actively prevent their own deaths.
"See?" Noah said to Leshawna, who had passively seen both of the Red aggressors die. "It all worked out in the end. This game is about results, not the means to them. You helped in getting those results, though."
"So" Cody began, "you knew she's spawn down there already?"
"Let's keep things moving" Noah said, refusing to answer his question over the open channels. Izzy came up, her ax swinging her limp arms from side to side and her head down and bobbing lightly. When she stopped in the frame of the open door her body began to twitch from her chest. Her mad laughter began to build up until she was howling it madly, face up to the sky.
"HAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!!!!"
"Hey!" Leshawna shouted, throwing Izzy out of her mad stupor. "Get a move on. We need that kind of power in the Red base, alright?"
"Okay!" Izzy happily agreed. She swapped her ax for her primary flamethrower and jumped down to the ground where she broke out in a sprint for the bridge and the base beyond it. Leshawna shook her had in disbelief and smiled.
"Good thing she's on our side" she said, a hint of sarcasm in her voice.
With all the strategic opportunities finely examined, Duncan found only one safe rout of defense. He would stop the intel from advancing past the base by either killing or crippling Owen and Gwen, then guard the intel where it was dropped while Zeke respawned and repaired his defenses. Duncan had ten mines over each of the intelligence room exits and kept a steady, sturdy one on both. The one in his room, right across from the second-floor spawn point, was proximity triggered, but those were weaker and he would have to finish the job up close. The ones across the enclosed ramparts were actively triggered, and unless they came up as an ubercharge, they would do the job.
"Now my least favorite part" Duncan groaned. "The waiting game." His common sense among the stupidity and overplayed characterization of his team mates allowed him insight as to just why the waiting game had to be played. Down below in the Red basement, Owen was limbering up with some low-pressure stretches, preparing himself to ascend the long, narrow staircase, an easier choice than the much longer, winding, dizzying hallway that led to roughly the same place.
"Are you ready yet, Owen?" Gwen asked.
"I don't think so" Owen said, breathing more heavily than normal. "I actually think I'm making myself tired already. Heh...maybe I should just rest before I charge." To that end Owen sat on the lowest step while Gwen continued to heal him. She positioned herself against the wall and slid down until she hit the floor. Trent sat down beside her, keeping his sub-mahcine gun out just in case, and smiled at her. She grinned back appeasingly.
"""
"Gwen and Trent?" Owen remarked. "Whoo-hoo! You couldn't pull them apart with two tanker cabbies! They're tighter than me and Izzy, or Duncan and Courtney. Then again, I think Duncan's more scared of Courtney than he is in love. And me and Izzy...well, I can't even climb stairs! Even if I wanted to, how could I outrun her?"
"""
"Hey" Trent said. Gwen turned to him and brushed her bangs away, better revealing her taunting smile. Trent, however, looked a bit serious and even peeved. "Has Justin been talking to you about me?"
"What?" Gwen exclaimed. "No, not at all. Why?"
"He's been trying to tell me" Trent explained "that our relationship isn't doing good anymore."
"Really?" Gwen asked. "Actually, I think he has made some kind of pass at me before..."
"He wanted me" Trent said in outrage "to try and convince you to vote him as an MVP. He thinks you're easily manipulated by me."
"He needs a lesson or two" Gwen said, hands at her hips.
"He's been doing stuff like that" Owen added "to everyone. He tried to convince me to try harder, Izzy to defend more, Lindsay to slow down, Cody to be less efficient."
"Why?" Trent asked.
"Duh" Owen began. "To make himself look better. He's acting like Heather, only he's better at it because he has better looks and a more attractive jaw line and...awesome pecs..." Gwen and Trent openly winced away from Owen as he trailed on dreamily about Justin's body. Then Owen snapped out of it and gave a shifty glance. "No! I'm straight, I swear!"
"We know" Trent and Gwen said.
"Hey, Lard-Man!" Courtney shouted. Everyone snapped up to their feet just as she rounded the corner with her Tommy gun aimed form her hip. "Put that briefcase back where you found it!"
"AAAH!!!" Owen shouted. "Come on, legs, don't disappoint us now!"
"RUN!" Gwen and Trent blared. Owen started running as fast as he could up the staircase with Gwen right behind and healing and Trent keeping up the rear with his sub machine gun. Courtney rounded that corner as well and stood in place, eying her shot down so each shot would clip at Trent's head. The bullets went past her, some sinking in and spraying small squibs of blood here and there, but she ignored them all the same. She fired a short volley and killed Trent with successive rapid-fire critical hits. Gwen heard him fall and nearly turned to retaliate but her main task was in front of her...and stopped.
"Owen! RUN!" Gwen commanded. Owen was bent over and panting gravely, his eyes just peaking over the final step. He was about four steps from the beginning of an escape and pressed himself to go further. He tugged his shoulders forward, trying hard to somehow push himself up with brute strength, but all it resulted in was his body weight shifting too far forward, which in turn resulted in him falling over.
"I can't do it!" Owen exclaimed. "Too...much...pain...and...air hurts...to breathe...need.......piiiiieeee...." Gwen was busy fending a cocky Courtney off with her bonesaw, clashing blade against blade and keeping mindful of the sudden electric bursts Courtney's shock-stick could give out.
"Just try!" Gwen exclaimed, receiving a painful critical shock. Her uber gauge was full finally. Seeing no better route, she activated it and kicked Courtney into a near catastrophic fall down the stairs. Seeing her off her balance Gwen finalized her attack by throwing her saw. Courtney fell down the steps, concussing herself when she landed on the ground floor and losing nearly half her health. "Owen! There's pie in our intel room! Just get the case back there!"
"What kind?" Owen asked. Gwen thought for a second, and it only took a second, to determine what would be the best motivator for a man of Owen's girth.
"Chicken-pot pie" Gwen said temptingly. Owen perked right up.
"Sweet Mama Macbeth!" Owen exclaimed. "That's a whole new level of awesome in pie!"
"Time's a-wasting" Gwen said. "Charge!" Owen pumped his gatling gun over his head, fueled by the promise of pie, and made a break for it. Duncan had predicted such a result, an uber Owen and Gwen, and reacted accordingly. He activated a third set of grenades, spawned from a rotating box of class-specific grenades, just as Owen cleared the wooden ramparts. Just the press of a button and three military-grade environment-altering plastic explosives caches were detonated, and the wooden of the ramparts was no more. Gwen and Owen fell, suffering no damage aside from minor disorientation, and continued running. Now there was no way up for the Blues. Duncan grinned menacingly.
"""
"In the end" Duncan began "it's really just a game of capture the flag. And what better way to secure your flag than to cut off all the routes to it? I'll tell you: You build turrets around it anyway and wait."
"""
"This is The Demo" Duncan said on the radio. "The Hulk and the Doc are taking the case to go. Anyone want to get their order?"
"I'm on it" Sadie replied. She was guarding the bridge, having a nasty stand-off with Izzy who stood clear across the watery gap with her flamethrower ready to blast compressed air and reflect the rockets away. Katie stood behind, healing, keeping a watch on the doorways for the hulky Owen.
"He's going through the sewers again!" Geoff exclaimed.
"Cut him off!" Duncan exclaimed.
"I'm trying!" Geoff called back. He and Bridgette were offering a decent stand against Owen, who lumbered through the narrow tunnel leading into the corner room of the sewer with oddly placed lockers. When he fired a rocket, Owen would retaliate by leaning away and firing his gatling gun. Gwen stood directly behind him, close enough to stay in step and avoid rocket fire while distant enough not to leave her backside exposed. She looked behind her on a whim and saw the water rippling as if feet were touching it in a swift sprint.
"Spy!" Gwen exclaimed. Harold decloaked, seeing no more need for stealth, and engaged Gwen as his toes touched gently on the surface of the water. He had a height advantage an milked it by simply decapitating Owen from behind.
"The big-guy is down!" Geoff reported.
"The Blue team dropped the case!" Chef announced. Noah observed all this through his hacked terminal in the base with his hand cupped around his chin.
"Come on Lindsay" he muttered. "We need a solid advantage, here." Despite all his prayer, Lindsay was still a ways off, saving her burst of amazing speed for the final stretch with the intel. She made her way out of her own bases sewers just now...
Izzy decided to make the engaging move. With a sudden shout she started running across the bridge with her flamethrower ready and waiting with a tense trigger finger. Sadie fired a rocket, aimed at the feet of the running madness, but Izzy's quick reflexes allowed her to deflect it. Sadie dodged to one side and Katie leaped the other way as the rocket sailed straight into the wall. Now Izzy was across the bridge and deciding, like a wolf, which rabbit to slaughter first.
"What the hell, Katie!?" Sadie shouted. "Why'd you dodge that way!? I was going this way!" Izzy blinked in her direction, deciding based on whining that she was first.
"Oh, cram it, you cow!" Katie shouted back, catching mad Izzy's attention. "If your stupid, thick cankles weren't so unbalanced you would be able to go this way too!"
"Take that back, you stick!" Sadie raged back.
"No, you stupid, big...cow!" Katie fired back.
"You idiot" Sadie shouted. "You already used that insult! Your brain must be as thick as your thighs, no-ass!"
"I do too have an ass!" Katie argued. Izzy propped her flamethrower up on her shoulder and walked over to the railing of the bridge to lean and wait. "It's adorable and guys like it way better than yours!!!"
"That's not what Tommy said" Sadie said in a mocking voice.
"Who cares what Tommy said!?!?" Katie roared, venting anger from some past tragedy. Izzy started picking at her nails, totally bored over the pause in murder that was going on, and stopped listening to the chatter between two bitter friends.
"""
"That stupid Katie" Sadie argued. "She always has to be cute, always has to be the ditzy-little moron that the guys just go nuts over. Meanwhile, I get stuck with the ugly friend or the one who doesn't bathe or the one who only talks about hockey while she's holding hands with Mr. Perfect Tight-Abs awesome. She's so stuck up. I hope we lose and it's all her fault."
"""
"I don't hate Sadie" Katie admitted, "Not anymore. If anything, hating her reminded me of how much I missed her. We've always been so tight, always been together, and I guess eventually one of us was bound to screw something up and cause a divide. I'm just sorry that it was me...not that I'd be happier if Sadie actually did it. I'm sorry..." Katie hid her eyes from the camera as she was preparing to tear up. "I...I'm done here..."
"""
The camera cut through static almost immediately to Sadie's continued confessional. "BWAAAAHH!!! KATIE, I MISS YOUUUU!!!! I'm sorry, Katie!!!"
"""
Back in the battle, while the girls continued batting insults to and fro, Izzy picked up the echoing, hollow sounds of battle down below. She looked over the edge of the bridge and, after a shark's shadow passed by, she peeked at the dim muzzle flash and explosive lights form inside the Red base sewer pipes.
"Ooooh!" Izzy awed, grabbing her ax. "Battle!" Izzy flipped over the edge of the bridge, caught her hand between the rotted holes of the wood boards under the main, smooth work up top, and simply hung above the water with her hands and feet pressing herself to defy gravity. Meanwhile the battle continued within, one MVP versus another plus backup. Gwen managed to save herself temporarily, picking up the briefcase in one hand while trying to run with her other arm apparently cut off. She made it to the edge of the water, saw the shark swimming, and groaned with extreme anger.
"Gwen" Izzy whispered, catching her attention. Gwen looked up and saw Izzy waving at her with her ax stowed safely between her neck and the bridge.
"Izzy!?" Gwen exclaimed. She felt a sharp edge of metal against her neck. She shut her eyes tight and grit her teeth in angst.
"No" Harold said. "Now even Izzy can save you now..." Harold drew back his sword, preparing for an epic slash, but his high hopes to retrieve the intel were lost. Lindsay came dashing into view from the opposite sewer tunnel running on the water with her friction-defying shoes. She gasped and started running even faster to try and do what she could to save Gwen's head from rolling.
"""
"I think Gwen and Trent" Lindsay began "are a pretty good couple, but not as good as me and Tyler...not as good as we were, anyway...Okay! They aren't as good as Geoff and Bridgette. They're, like, insparable most of the time!"
"""
"Catch!" Gwen shouted. To whom it wasn't determined. As soon as the case was thrown her head was cut cleanly from her neck. Harold had to kick her body forward as it wasn't falling, and splashed a pool of shifty blood into the water. Izzy made her move to ambush while Lindsay clicked her heels and activated her high-speed sprint, but none of the forces in action were faster than nature. A shark, smelling the blood, lurched up with an open mouth, caught the case and Gwen's body inside, and then dropped back down into the water. Harold stomped on the water he mystically walked upon in anger.
"Gah!" he exclaimed in frustration. "Stupid sharks! Can this life get any worse?" He looked up, ironically, to the heavens for an answer. He instead got a glimpse of hell, Izzy descending with her ax drawn high over her head of jagged, rippling flames, to cleave him head-to-toe. As time resumed from its sluggish slowdown, Harold uttered one last complaint to the world, one he said very flatly and with an extreme lack of normal emotion. "Crap" Then it was over. His body was split, and now Izzy took on the supranatural ability to stand on water as she posed with her ax, holding the handle horizontally and just above her flashing, glaring eyes.
"SURPRISE, HARRY!!!" she shouted to his split corpse.
"I don't think he can hear you" Lindsay said quite plainly. The shark lurched up once more, this time for Harold's body, and spit out the case that hadn't favored its flavor. The case floated just above the surface of the water long enough for Izzy to grab it and hand it off. "Thanks!" Lindsay said, taking the case.
"I'm trusting you with it" Izzy said. "Don't screw up!"
"I won't" Lindsay happily said. Izzy grabbed her by her shirt collar and yanked her in, turning her eyes all the way up so only the white and veiny red lines were showing.
"You better not" Izzy warned, "or I'll kill you myself!"
"EEEEE!!!!" Lindsay screeched. She fled back to her base in total shock and fear while Izzy stood alone on the water, tapping her ax to her shoulder and smelling herself indecently.
"Welp" Izzy said with a sigh, "time to go to work. Still lots of people to kill!"
"The Blue team scores again!" Chris announced. "Oh, what an embarrassing losing streak the Reds are on! Will they bounce back?"
"We'd better" Courtney growled. Her earpiece beeped in an odd musical tone that signaled an intruding transmitor.
"Hey there, general" Noah greeted. Courtney nearly had a coronary. She grabbed the earpiece and screamed into it.
"What do you want!? To brag!?!?!?"
"Tell your team" Noah said "that the water is safer. I hacked it."
"Hacked?" Courtney repeated. "Isn't that illegal?"
"Maybe" Noah admitted. "Anyway, the players can walk on the water now unless they chose to move into it and swim. Also, the shark's back."
"I hate that bastard!" Courtney growled.
"The shark?" Noah asked. "Are you sure it's a he?"
"Who cares!?" Courtney bellowed, disengaging him herself. She sent a transmission to her entire team this time to tell them of their new and improved position in the game. "Everyone, the water has been modified against our knowledge to be walked on. Take advantage of this opportunity and avoid the shark down below. Zeke, build a turret down on the water and see if it'll float. I have a plan. Everyone else, to arms! Not another capture can be made!"
"Another capture won't be made, princess" Duncan said.
"Don't jinx us, dude!" Geoff said, he and Bridgette running back upstairs to help defend against invaders. Tyler passed them by with a quick salute on his way to Blue base.
"Nice work up there Duncan" Tyler praised. "I'm kinda jealous that I don't get that much explosives, yo."
"Ah, that was nothing" Duncan said, rubbing his nails against his chest. "I'm sure they'll figure something out, they're annoying like that, but this gives us some time to go on unrelenting offense."
"Nice!" Courtney said, spawning just behind Duncan and startling the crap out of him. "Everyone, we're going to our old standby, 'Code Deep-Blue Massacre!'"
"Roger" Eva growled. She had spawned in the battlements room along with DJ who started healing immediately.
"Sorry about before" DJ said privately to Eva. "Izzy surprised me...and killed me...and I think before I died I wet myself."
"Don't sweat it" Eva said coolly. "It happens, she's a good soldier. Also, ew, keep that to yourself, alright?" DJ nodded solemnly and began following her lead.
"I'm heading out there" Duncan said, confronting Courtney up close. "The rest of my mines are purely proximity, no one's getting by them. If they detonate we'll have enough time to get back here or intercept someone if they steal the intel again."
"Alright" Courtney agreed.
"Don't you hold me back, woman" Duncan fought. "I'm-wait, alright? You're okay with me going out?"
"It's part of the strategy" Courtney said coyly. "If you didn't go it just wouldn't work out."
"I'm down here, eh" Zeke said. "My turret's...floating."
"Great!" Courtney exclaimed. "Get some metal, build a dispenser, and start pushing us an operational mini-base all the way into Blue base!"
"Alright" Zeke said. "I'm going. I'll meet you guys over there, eh?"
"Sadie and Katie" Courtney called, "what's your status?" She got no response. Sadie and Katie had apparently left the battle, or killed each other more likely, and were silent in purgatory. "If you can hear me, we're engaging in code 'Deep-Blue Massacre'. Just follow your proper instructions, okay?"
"They're hopeless" Duncan said, checking his gun and keeping it loaded. Courtney charged out into the open, Duncan following, while the sun was still hanging over the morning horizon. Courtney stopped on the battlements and scoped the rushing feet of a certain sniper across the way. She engaged her X-ray to watch him as he and two other slightly less distinguishable figures beyond the brick wall, began talking and exchanging pointing gestures with each other. The Blue team was already planning some sort of counter measure according to the Red's current inactivity.
"Hey!" Harold shouted from the destroyed ramparts encircling. "What the heck happened here!? Duncan!"
"What?" Duncan asked in an amused tone. "It wasn't me! The Blues did it!"
"Damn you, Duncan!" Harold shouted as Courtney made herself better known. "You blew it all up, you maniac! Why? Whyyy-" Headshot. Heather was revealed and fell to her grim death. Courtney reloaded her gun and just looked down, piteous at her desperate, failed attempt. Duncan shook his head after and went behind her once again. Meanwhile, Heather's true body, which still had the fighting force of a single health point, emerged from thin air just behind her fake, dead body.
"Damn!" Heather quietly cursed. "How'd they do that?"
"You get everything you needed?" Noah asked her over a discrete and nearly silent radio wave. Heather ducked into the longer hallway and waited for her cloak to recharge, which did so as she moved around uncloaked.
"Yeah" Heather reported back in a whisper. "They're launching something called code 'Deep-Blue Massacre'. It's an all-offense tactic. They also blew apart their ramparts, so there's no easy way in for any of us."
"Except you" Noah pointed out. "You can just climb up and take the stairs, find some health, be perfectly fine."
"Then pick up the intel just as they start winning at our base" Heather deviously planned. "Their morale will hit rock bottom and the fight will be over."
"Basically" Noah said. "Go for it. We're rooting for you."
"You got it, girl" Leshawna said, offering her good-word of praise.
"""
"Wow" Heather began in honest amazement and happiness. "Who knew working to contribute to the team would feel so...good? I mean, still, it's work, but at least it isn't all bad. At least they aren't yelling at me to not screw up, no matter what, or don't come home at all." Heather dropped her smile and drifted her eyes down to the floor for a moment...
"""
"Should I build a counter-turret?" Cody asked.
"No" Noah said. "Let them have at least that one edge."
"I don't think fun" Justin began "is exactly a huge priority here, dude. We should cover all our bases."
"I agree" Noah said, "and currently our only base is down in the intel room, hovering and spinning over a corner desk. We need as much firepower down here for when Eva, Courtney, DJ, the real Harold and Duncan show up to play."
"Does that mean I have to come back too?" Izzy asked in a somewhat spoiled whine.
"No" Noah said. "I think we can handle this. Stay as close to them as possible in case they steal the case."
"Which they might" Justin argued politely "considering how cramped we're going to make ourselves. You know it's easier to fight when we have out own space to do so, Noah."
"I like Noah's plan!" Lindsay exclaimed.
"There" Noah said. "Lindsay had the winning vote. We're doing it my way." Justin, who walked next to Trent and Beth down the winding way down to the intel room, scowled at his earpiece while Trent smirked and Beth fought to hold back giggles.
"""
"I'm a nice guy" Justin said. "Really, I am. When a model is checking me out, I don't always stand next to the really ugly kids to make myself look better and hurt their pride. No. I usually do it with the guys who look a little less better than me to hurt their pride and their audition. But other than that, I'm a nice and decent guy...until uppity jerks like Noah push me too far down. Then I can get pretty hot under the collar, and trust me, you don't want to see what happens to a male-model who gets steamed."
"""
So now, with two in the base and nine preparing to stand guard, the Blue team moves into its fortified position, making a castle out of a fort. Meanwhile, the powerhouse force of Red team prepares to move in to crush and utterly obliterate what pride and posture the Blue team has, an attack on all fronts. Tyler emerged from the sewer with his scatter-gun armed, checking each corner before rounding it for strategic advantages. He was among the harder workers.
DJ only had to keep pace and position with Eva and he would be contributing at his maximum level. Sadie and Katie finally respawned in separate nearby rooms, both up above, and ran out away from each other, hopping down to the water to wait for and guard Zeke. The shark swam between the beams of the bridge, eying them from under the water. Izzy and Heather combed through the Red base in search of stragglers, ironically just missing the last two, and prepared to team up and go for the gold.
"Stay behind me" Izzy said, grabbing Heather's tender forearm.
"How'd you even get up here?" Heather asked. "Zeke's got a turret down there and Geoff and Bridgette both came up through the sewer. Everyone else left through either the front doors or the battlements? Which way did you go?" Izzy, smiling and beaming her glee through her squinted eyes, pointed her ax up. Along the ceiling of the entry corridor where they stood there was a hole leading straight up, meant to be used to drop straight down, which she suspended herself from as everyone left after climbing up the bricks from the water and sneaking in while Courtney was distracted with 'killing' Heather before.. Heather looked at it and grinned quite evilly. That would do it.
As those girls headed to cheat Duncan's brilliant strategic design, a figure cloaked in a breezy kimono felt at the foam-rubber composite that made up a dummy's skin. Harold brought his hand back up from the fake face of non-dead Heather and clutched it tightly, staring up at the blue sky with contempt.
"She is here" Harold said, brandishing his sword readily. "She is...near." His kimono billowed right off his thin, bony shoulders, but he gave it no chase. He looked better without it right now anyway...
Force against force, counter-measure against counter-measure, the ultimate war was about to being. Code 'Deep-Blue Massacre' was about to meet the 'Impenetrable Wall of Jericho' that Noah had set up and awaited the results of with tapping fingers against fingers.
"Let's play..." Noah lowed. His entire team sat ready inside and just outside the intel room, ready for a fight, ready to defend. The Red team made their way into the Blue base with stampeding feet. The shark had been blown and syringed to bloody bits while Zeke continued hammering at his turret and dragging his dispenser from behind.
"Come on!" Sadie exclaimed angrily.
"Speed it up!" Katie added, glaring at him. Zeke huffed and puffed tired breaths and gave no retort. He needed to energy. They both moved behind him, kicking his machinery once in a while to hopefully speed him up a bit. The poor boy was tired, but still had a ways to go...
And now, thanks to the Blue team, a random and embarrassing past admittance, once again from the Red team!
"""
"When I was a little girl" Courtney began, nervously rubbing her knuckles, "I had already decided to set my sights on a bright and profiling career as an enterprising and successful woman in business. In chasing that dream, I did what any enterprising little kid did in those days and opened up a lemonade stand. Granted, it wasn't quite the right season for lemonade and the entire idea seemed a bit cliched, so after the first few days of admittedly slow business, I changed my idea to selling Grape-ade instead. I even crushed the grapes myself with an automatic juice press in my kitchen. Well...apparently I didn't know how to make my juice less watery, as was my main complaint, so I added what I thought was flour to the mix. It was yeast...yeast plus grapes plus sugar equaled alcohol, and my father was arrested for allowing a six-year-old to distribute wine to other children. I've never, ever lived that down. Ever...Please don't air that! It was horrible!"
"""
Wow! That was shocking! Who could have seen that coming? Us, of course! Now with that advantageous motivation out of the way, how will Courtney stay active and hyped up to fight for her life? Will the Deep-Blue Massacre result in untold casualties or will it be one big flop against Noah's Impenetrable Wall? Is Heather going to die, or will Izzy and Harold have yet another epic stand-off? Find out next week, same time and place, on Total.
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