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Angus strummed his guitar, while humming a tune to himself taught by his predecessor. Never in his life did he ever imagine himself picking up and learning how to play an acoustic guitar, but here he was. He remembered fondly the first time he held this particular guitar—a gift from the previous owner—and how he fumbled over it so nervously (less fondly).
Angus likes to believe he's improved since then.
"Hey, Cap'n."
Angus turned to look at Gregg and smiled. "Hey there, bug." He greeted, tipping his hard hat to the fox sniper. "What're you doing here? I thought you were still trying to win that sniper battle with the BLU you, and hunting down Germ."
"Already done." Gregg said with a nonchalant shrug. "I wanted to hang out with you for a bit." He purred, nuzzling Angus on the neck lovingly.
"That so?" Angus chuckled, hugging his boyfriend in response. "Maybe I should move my stuff down to the Intelligence room." He suggested.
"I like what you're thinking, Cap'n." Gregg smirked. "Mae should be keeping the BLU team busy, so we got time." He then walked past Angus and towards the staircase leading to the Intelligence room.
Angus followed behind Gregg. He smiled as he watched the fox sniper scratch his ears. The smile then turned into a smirk as he brought out his wrench and drew it back into a swing before immediately slamming it into Gregg's skull, knocking him down on the ground with a pained yelp.
"Angus! We got a Spy!" Another Gregg then came out of the spawn room before stopping to see Angus standing beside a limp body of the fox sniper. "Uh... Looks like you got her."
Angus smiled. "Hey there, bug. Just dealing with a snake." He said as the body was then engulfed in blue smoke before subsiding and revealing itself to be the BLU spy.
As that happened, Mae, clad in the BLU scout uniform, ran inside the courtyard and was about to run up the stairs, but was then stopped when she heard the sound of a level 3 sentry pointing at her. "Damn it, Bea! You said it wa—!"
The automated turret of death fired, and BLU Mae was quickly riddled with holes before being blown up by rockets.
Gregg scratched the back of his head sheepishly. "I... guess you're fine then. I'm just gonna head back to my spot." He said, turning around and walking back to the battlements.
Angus chuckled before turning to look down at the staircase leading to the Intelligence room. He hummed in thought before proceeding to walk down the stairs. Carefully, he surveyed the place before proceeding inside the Intelligence room where he spotted the briefcase, safe and untouched. He stood still for a moment.
The smell of tobacco smoke still hung in the air.
Drawing his pistol out quickly, Angus snapped behind him and unloaded his ammo clip, each shot directly hitting the wall. He grunted in annoyance, reaching into his vest for another clip.
An electronic sound filled the room, and Angus felt the muzzle of a revolver stuck on the back of his head.
"Almost got me there, Angus."
"Only almost, it would seem." Angus replied, raising his hands up in surrender. "I thought you quit smoking."
Bea, dressed in the standard BLU Spy uniform, stood behind Angus. "I did. That was just my bait."
"Dead Ringer, huh?"
"Yep. Sorry about this, by the way." Bea pulled the trigger, and Angus fell to the ground with a hole in his head.
ALERT! THE ENEMY HAS TAKEN OUR INTELLIGENCE!
A/n: For the sake of making a modicum amount of sense, this takes place in a few years after the original timeline of NITW.