Chapter 2! Just know that I have written most of these in advance. Here is the chapter
"Intruder alert! Intruder alert! Red Spy is in the Base!" The voice blared over the intercom.
"Red Spy is in the base?" A Soilder with a German 'Stalhelm' looked up to the alert board, which was covered in possible events.
He ran over to a rack of weapons. Reached for the shotgun, hesitated, and instead grabbed a Katana from a lower rack. He ran down a hallway as the Announcer reminded his team to protect the Intellegence Breifcase. As he rounded a turn, he saw a scout wearing a white hard hat trying to get into the intel room.
"Yo, a little help here?" The Scout shouted.
"Stand back son. Uh. One, one. One, one. Uh, One!" Exclaimed the Soldier as he punched the code to open the door.
Suddenly, a Heavy wearing a Medival iron helmet sporting horns came running down the hallway, screaming. He busted the door down and pushed his comrades through the hole. His screaming stopped as he realized the brief case was safe.
"Hey! It's still here!" Exclaimed the Scout.
"Gentleman." A man with a hood and metallic partial face mask stepped over the ruined door. "I see the Breifcase is safe." This was meet by enthusiasm. "Say, did any of you perchance happen to kill a Red Spy on the way here? No? Then we still have a problem." At that time the Blu Spy turned around to help an injured Blu Sniper into the room. He then deposited the weapon used to inflect the wounds next to the briefcase.
It was a bloody switchblade.
"Ooh, big deal, I killed plenty of spy's! Their dime-a-dozen scumbags. Like you!" The Scout had picked up the knife, and had started to mess with it. As he finished he sentence, he cut himself with the blade and dropped it. "No offense."
The Blu Spy pick up the knife, and after performing a few tricks, he sheathed the blade into its handle. "I can assure you if you killed them, they were not like me."he handed the Scout the knife. "And nothing. Nothing like the thing loose in our base! He has already infiltrated our defenses. You see what he has done to our colleague! And he could be any one of us!"
"I know about spy's, coward, and my past experiences tell me that is something a disguised spy would say!" The Soldier thrust the end of his Katana into the friendly spy's face.
Chaos erupted as the Blus tried to figure out how to test for spyness without hurting a possible friendly. However, the Sniper noticed that the scout was silent, and had backed up to watch the crowd. The Scout triggered the switch blade, and began slowly walking toward the other Blus. Though he was injured, the Sniper raised his closest weapon, and SMG known as the 'Cleaner's Carbine,' and he fired an entire magazine into the scout, the body didnt even hit the floor before it turned red, and reveled itself as the body of the Red Spy.
"Captian, don't just-ugh- point the blame at someone-wheeze- when the answer is in front of you-cough-. Now some one get me a medic." Stuttered the Injured Head Hunter...
Back in what is called 'the present,' Head Hunter watched the Strange birds he had spotted earlier that day. He sat underneath an Apple tree, enjoying the shade while he rested. Something about those birds was off, but he couldn't say what it was.
"Are they carrying something? No, that's not it. Wait, they are carrying something! They are carrying the rest of their bodies!" The marksman lowered his rifle. "Griffins! Real life Griffins! But if they are real... Where am I?"
He walked some time before he could see a stone wall. There was something behind it, but the sun made it a silhouette. He thought it was some sort of volcano, or steep mountain. He decided that was his best option. He thought he headed something, but he couldn't place the sound. Something fell on the top of his head, and he started grumbling about his hat. He was describing what he was going to do with the beast that attacked him as he rounded the corner... Right in front of five guns, two swords, and a man with grey skin...