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1854 hours, Tuesday, February 13, 1973.

The plan is being put into motion.

In approximately one hour and six minutes, the Soldier and the Demoman will charge into the woods and make as big of a distraction as they can. Heavy and Herr Medic will follow close behind to make sure that they do not get themselves killed. Meanwhile Spy and Scout will leave from opposite ends of the base to hopefully penetrate Herr Gray's ranks. Sniper will watch Scout's progress from the roof as far as he can and snipe any robots that get too close to the fence that he can see. Pyro, meanwhile, will guard the perimeter, while Miss Pauling monitors things from inside the base. She found and fixed several two way radios to keep in touch with everyone.

It's not a fool proof plan, of course, but everyone agrees that Miss Pauling's idea is the most likely thing to provide results. We cannot simply wait for Herr Gray to make the first move, we have no chance of defeating even the forces at hand with just our handful of mercenaries, and it is only a matter of time before she discovers Herr Engineer and myself if we stay after all. Everyone is very tense; it is making me nervous.

Miss Pauling has been in and out of the surgery and watching the fence through the window all evening, so Herr Engineer and I decided to hide in Sniper's van again. He did not want to stay with us because he was getting ready, so we are alone. It is too quiet now, though I did try to talk with Herr Engineer about some things.

0031: Herr Engineer?
E-001: Mm.
0031: Ah... Herr Medic does have the body well hidden. The surgery is safe.
E-001: Nothing's safe right now.
0031: Well it's as safe as anything else then.
E-001: Guess so.

There was a pause.

0031: I am sorry, I just mean that you should not worry about it.
E-001: I ain't worrying about it.
0031: Of course not, but ah, still. I just...

I didn't know what else to say, but I felt like I should say something.

0031: I am sorry for helping Herr Gray with your surgery.
E-001: And I forgive you. Can we stop talking now?
0031: If that's what you would prefer, yes.

Thus concluded my attempts at conversation.

I hope that the robots do not suspect anything, and that Scout or Spy manage to contact the Administrator or RED team or anyone who can help us. I hope that Miss Pauling does not find out about

oh

I think I have to end here now. Something is not going according to plan because those are definitely gunshots.

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