As the chaos of the RED base continued around you, the air filling with gunshots and explosions here and there in the battlefield, you were fending off some of the enemy BLU members, before you realized..

The intelligence!

You quickly ran back to the room where the dear Intelligence was. You’d be damned if you let the suitcase slip—!

“Yo,” A snarky, Bronx New York accented voice spoke up from the room as you arrived.

It was your teammate, Scout, sitting on the table with the suitcase behind him, and his expression was neutral, but almost unimpressed too.

“Forgot you were s’posed to guard this room, huh? Not a good look, pal.”