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Things had gotten moving with surprising efficiency on the Blu side of things.

With Soldiers and Snipers coordinating everyone, they swiftly evacuated the deserts and moved into a new facility nestled under the mountains that had seemed so far away from the train tracks.

The green-eyed Spy didn't get his hopes up as he was shoved in the vague direction of the new dorms with instructions to meet later with the other Spies. He was completely driven by the need for information, knowing full well that if he came unprepared, he would be discovered in the blink of an eye and killed on the spot..

So, as he shut the cold steel door of his room, he glanced around the room and immediately got to work searching the area top to bottom. His intention was to remove any possibility of there being surveillance in the room. Not a camera, not a crack, not even a two-way mirror..

Good.

He hadn't expected such measures in a dorm, but upon seeing the surveillance cameras plastered all over the rest of the base, he'd grown paranoid. Everyone had been divvied up by class again, stacked in the dorm halls like computer files ready for selection at the whim of whoever yelled orders the loudest. He made a mental note to learn more about the hierarchy of the Blus though right now he focused completely on assuming the identity of the man he'd captured and sent to Red HQ in order to make it this far.

Spanish accent, slightly taller, a bit heavier..

He pushed a hand into his suit, admiring himself in the pitiful frameless rectangular mirror which stood as the only thing adorning his walls. Well.. the other Spy hadn't been that much heavier. If anyone asked, he could claim he'd taken on a diet, right? He knew very little about the man, in truth.. Spies rarely came across each other on the field and when they did? They often avoided one another..

But one thing was undisputable -- Spies smoked.

All Spies smoked.

He started a fresh cigarette and held the smoke a long time as he stared into that mirror. Blu facemask.. Blu suit.. He felt like a traitor though it was only really half true the more he thought about it. No, he couldn't worry. He needed to get over it and go mingle with the rest of the team. Shutting his cigarette case and tucking it away, he loosened his tie, pulled open the door, and went to go stick his feet proverbially into the icy water of his new home.

The man certainly didn't expect to be pulled aside and immediately thrown up against the wall.

He stiffened, reaching immediately for his Ambassador only to have his wrist pinned to the wall and a pair of lips locked over his own, "Hm.. Hmph?!" Wide-eyed, the Red-in-disguise tried hard to register what exactly was going on, his free hand feeling around feebly as he tried to push his assailant off. It seemed like they were letting go on their own however, a loving smooch placed to his upper lip as he could finally see that he was being sexually-assaulted by a fellow Blu Spy.

".."

"Quelle est la matière, chéri?" the man asked as he leaned forward to nuzzle against the Red's nose with a pleased hum.

It took everything in him to keep from shoving the man back, eyes narrowing as he forced composure and smiled subtly, "It couldn't wait until later?" He would try anything until it issued a positive response from the man. His physical and vocal cues would tell him sooner or later if he was playing his part correctly.

"Aw.. You ignored me zhe entire trip.." his fingertips moved to the Red's tie, loosening it even further until it hung down unprofessionally as he pouted and tried to look very sad!

"Well.. what can I say? A new place.. a new me. At least for a little while, hm?"

The Blu Spy snorted and lifted his eyes to the Red's own, "A new you? Oh mon cher'.. Please, tell me zhis doesn't mean we are over?" He leaned forward against the green-eyed man, sighing into his shoulder and idly playing with the lapels of his suit.

He forced himself to grin and chuckle, his hand tugged down from the wall so that he could take the man's chin into his palm and lift his face a bit more, "Such a silly little man you are.. No, you are still mine."

"Promise?"

"Cross my heart and hope to die," the Red insisted, staring with some effort into the Blu's cloudy grey eyes before planting a small kiss at the tip of his nose and shoving him in the chest.

He laughed playfully and stood on his own steam as he fixed his tie and grinned coyly, "Ah.. zhat eez my Ramon! I will see you at zhe meeting mon petit 'spitfire'.."

The green-eyed Spy nodded and smirked back at him as he sauntered off down the hall and reassumed a more manly manner of walking once he reached the corner. For fear of the cameras seeing his reaction, the Red simply licked the man's taste from his lips and uncomfortably re-tightened his tie as he rolled his shoulders and walked in the other direction. So.. his name was Ramon, he apparently had a girlfriend, and he wore the pants of whatever relationship was in effect between the two of them.

He was beginning to see some differences in workplace manner between the Red and Blu teams..

At the other end of the dorms, the other Red-in-disguise was operating a bit differently. Though information would be key, he did not have any important meetings to attend to. So he roamed instead, deciding to get a walking blue-print of the building. He stalked up the hallway with a purposefully grim look on his face. For a fact, he knew, the man he had replaced was a mute -- it was the primary reason he had chosen him. A mute Engineer with goggles large enough to conceal the most important parts of his face and head.

It was a flawless design so long as he could keep up his act.

No one bothered him on his way through -- no doubt people already knew about his condition or simply didn't care enough to stop the wrench-toting hard hat in the hallways. He'd taken stock of the security cameras, he'd located most of the important function areas of the base which, he noted, was considerably smaller than the Red's own. He had not been assigned a dorm, informed instead that he would be moving immediately to the field.

Through a one-sided conversation with the other Engineers and one of the Blu Snipers, he'd learned that while this base would remain in the mountains, the men themselves would rotate out of it to continuously man outposts at the base of it. Sawmills, abandoned farms, open spaces of grass and river.. You name it, it was down there and vulnerable to attack. Their job would be suppression, their posts would be largely unbacked by HQ, and their supplies would be harshly rationed for shifts that could last as long as a week for Engineers and up to a month for some of the more hardy classes like the Snipers..

More reinforcements would be arriving by train and truck within the coming weeks, the end goal being to simply protect the mountain from infiltration for reasons which not even the Snipers had been told.

"Ho ho ho.."

He paused, lifting his head to the sound of foreboding laughter in front of him. It was a Blu Heavy, his beefy arms hanging at his sides like those of an ape as he leaned forward to scrutinize the faux Engie.

"Where is little Engineer going?"

The Red simply sneered and shifted his jaw testily with a sense of bravado that terrified him. He knew he had to do it. He knew that's the way his doppelganger would have handled things -- being a grump. A meaningless grunt left him as he pushed past the towering Heavy and continued on through the base.

"Ho! Little Engineer is tough man!" he heard bellowed from behind him. Heavy footsteps were sure to follow as he stopped and turned to meet the tall Russian head-on with a frown that could sour milk. The Heavy loomed over him with an equally lethal frown, "Engineer wants fight? Is very thin ice.."

He really didn't want to have to do this..

-Why did I do zhat?- he thought to himself as he lay in the infirmary staring up at the sterile ceiling with a wince but little more.

Both legs and one arm had been snapped like twigs but he'd fought back valiantly and managed to slam his wrench over the Russian's head before the entirety of the man's unconscious mass had come down on top of him. He'd never tried so hard in his life to suppress a scream..

A Medic entered the room -- the head Medic actually. He walked over with a cool expression on his face as though he was impressed that someone had gotten injured this quickly. And as he stopped at bedside, he simply stared at the Engie before smirking and shaking his head, "Astounding."

Predictably, the disguised Red didn't answer, deciding instead to frown at this man too!

The Medic knew all about this Engie. He never could figure how a mute man could bring so many fights down on himself, but somehow he always did and even more surprisingly, he usually won them. Today must have simply been beginner's luck for the Heavy who had been a replacement for one who had died in one of the last large battles with Red.

"Vhell, let us get started zhen.." he began, tilting his head and turning away to go and get his Medigun from a locked cabinet at the far end of the room. He let it thud to the foot of the medical cot before positioning himself next to the Engie and pulling his left leg back into place without any warning. The Red squeaked suddenly, mouth wide but then nailed shut as he clenched his jaw, exhaled through his nose, and pictured himself on a particularly beautiful beach as the man repeated the procedure on his other mangled limbs..

The rest of the procedure seemed normal, similar to how their own Medic would get things done until he shut down the Medigun and pulled the Engineer into a seated position. The Red did not resist though he defiantly pulled his newly-repaired arm from the Medic's grasp once he was upright and ignored the hungry look the man was giving him. "Vhell.. I see you still have your fighting spirit.. Vhe are going to need it in zhe coming days."

After staring at the man for a few moments, the Engie spouted off a quick 'why' with sign language.

"Hah! Your humor has survived de trip too? Good.. To refresh your memory, you will be building zhe new tank." The lavender-eyed Medic smiled placidly, but that expression only served to send chills down the Red's spine, "Zhe project will do well here.. I vhant to start vhis one tank. Perhaps.. den we may upgrade to more after some testing is completed."

The fake Engineer shrugged indifferently and nodded with comprehension despite the creeping feeling of terror that came with knowing he had no clue how to build a Teleporter much less a Tentaspy tank..

But the Medic bought it, a grin splitting his scarred face as he moved away to secure the Medigun, "Dismissed."