The rest of the night was fueled on strong black coffee and sandviches as the trio set to work in compiling a check-list and producing the methodology for executing Heavy's plan. For Engi and Medic, all-nighters were nothing but reminiscent of their days at university, where they spent hour upon hour cramming all the information they could into their brains before the scheduled exam. Over the years, they had both developed different methods in maximising the efficiency of their sleepless nights.

Medic liked to chase his cup of coffee with a couple of caffeine pills, just for the extra kick. Every so often after each passing hour, his watch would remind him to down a few glasses of water to keep himself hydrated. He would also impose this habit on the other two, claiming that dehydration was the accomplice of fatigue. Heavy found himself visiting the men's room much more frequently that evening.

Engi, however, had taken to the much simpler habit of biting straight into a lemon wedge and sucking on it for a good 10 seconds.

"Whoo! It sure jolts you back to life!" He would say, shaking his head and body as if he had been jolted with a shock. But Heavy was not so convinced.

There would be moments where they would stop for a 15 minute recess, although these breaks often turned into them sharing what they had come up with.

"I gotta ask this, Heavy." Engi scratched the back of his neck anxiously. "But just how sure are you that we can pull this off?"

Heavy glazed over as he mulled the question in his head.

After a painful drag of a 30 second silence, Engi pressed on. "Are you even sure this can be done?"

"No. no, no-" Medic shook his hand at the air as if to ward away a bad spirit. "This is not the time to be pessimistic, mein Freund! What good will it do any of us to doubt our comrade?"

"Woulda done Soldier a hella lot good if he doubted himself before chewin' up your blender with a brick."

Heavy gave him a glare, mouthing an emphatic "NO". This was not a wise topic to bring up in-front of the German.

"I'm just sayin'."

Luckily, Medic was too caught up in his speech. "For centuries, people have always doubted the greatest minds as they were about to uncover something truly earth-shattering. Und why did they doubt them? Simply because they were told it couldn't be done! That it couldn't be true!"

He smacked his hands down onto the table again in-front of Engi.

"Think back and remember what people said about Da Vinci's flying machine. For the longest time it was deemed impossible! Flying is only for the birds!" He flared this statement by releasing a flock of doves from their cage, sending the white minions to fly off dramatically. "But now... Man has taken to the skies!"

"Yeah, we're definitely not talking 'bout Heavy anymore."

"He does this all the time." He waved it off, continuing with his notes like Medic was white noise.

"And what did people say when I told them I could separate the human heart from the body without any consequences? What did they say when-"

"Alright, alright! I get your point!" The man held his hands up in defeat, hoping to be spared of another rant. "Let's just get back to working..."

A couple of hours later and the Russian was having a hard time keeping up with the rest. He wasn't quite as accustomed to sacrificing a good night's sleep for the sake of a task's completion and as the hours ticked away, this was becoming increasingly evident. Finally, by 3:30am, he had fallen asleep where he sat at the table.

"Want me to wake him or should I?" The Texan asked upon noticing this.

The German tutted to himself. "It's no use. We've already woken him up 5 times now. Just let him sleep. I can't have him half-awake tomorrow."

So after some rummaging, Medic found a clean blanket and draped it over the sleeping giant. It required some assistance but with Engi's help, they both managed to lift the Russian's head long enough to push a cushion underneath it. Archimedes, active as always, found purchase on Heavy's bald head as a temporary nesting ground.

"You wouldn't think to say it but... He sure is heavier than he looks."

"Mm, yes. Just don't say that in-front of him." A quick glance just to check he was still asleep. "He gets upset enough when Shpy makes comments about his veight."

When Heavy awoke, it was with a stiff and sore neck. Medic gave him a gentle nudge when the clock struck 7.

"You can probably catch a quick nap in ze comfort of your bed if you want." He murmured, "You still have some time."

"Oh no..." Heavy groaned in response, burying his tired and sunken face into his palm. "Heavy falled asleep?"

"Fell." He couldn't help but correct. "But yes, you did. Engineer joined you an hour later." He briefly indicated to the Texan, who was face-down in papers of work, snoring softly. "I tried to tell him a lemon could only do so much but of course, nobody listens."

Heavy had no idea how Medic did it. The lack of sleep simply didn't show on the German. He was still upright on his feet and looking sharp as ever; hair remaining perfectly kempt and his shoulders pulled back in good posture.

"I no mean to fall asleep. I can work now. What else can I do?" He tried to make up for his premature collapse but Medic simply wouldn't have it. Before he could get another word out, his team-mate was ushering him out the door. "Go," Medic urged, "I want you in top condition on the field. Danke for your help, Heavy. Schveet dreams!"

So after some hours of caught-up sleep and some hours of incessant warring, the three met up together again in Medic's office.

"I want to warn you all. Zhis vill not be easy."

"Heavy fear no man. This is not problem."

"It vill be dangerous."

"You're tellin' us that now? Don't wanna be the one to remind you, Doc, but we kill for a livin'."

Medic's twitch of the brow betrayed his attempts to suppress his irritability. "You need not remind me, Engi. I am well aware of that. But I say that this is especially dangerous because we have not been trained to do this. And-" He held a finger up to silence the next thing Engi wanted to say. "After some calculations and thinking time, I do not think we can do this by ourselves."

"Are you sayin' that we shouldn't do this?"

"Net! Heavy did not lose sleep over nothing. We are doing this."

"Yeah, if you wanna cut this plan loose, you're the one who'll have to tell Pyro."

Another twitch of his eyebrow. Then he slammed his hands on the desk. "Silence! Let me finish!"

He recomposed himself with a shakey sigh, re-adjusting his glasses. "We are still doing this. It would be foolish not to. After-all, we need Pyro to be focused, he is an important part of our team."

"Then what is doctor's point?"

"My point is, Heavy, that we need all the help we can get." When Heavy's expression remained confused, he re-phrased. "We need the help of our fellow team-mates to make zhis happen."

A dawning silence fell upon them. Heavy and Engi exchanged apprehensive glances.

"So who wants to be the one to convince the rest of the team?"