The badlands echoed with gun fire as both mercenary teams did their best to destroy each other. A simple convoy transfer from BLU became a bloody ambush by RED. As soon the bad lands were empty as the entire detachments sent had completely destroyed one another in a viscous fight. A BLU scout breathed pressing his back up against a sandy canyon wall. as he steadied his breathing as he clutched the blue briefcase to his chest. Drawing his pistol as a panicked chuckle left him as he heard the sounds of heavy boots approaching. As he shot around the corner. Doing one final move in a attempt to win. "Think fast-!"

POP

"Try again, scrawny." A raspy voice taunted back.

His eyes widened as a flare suddenly punched forward. The air from his lungs stolen. As the RED pyro tilted her head holstering her flare gun. As his head shakily looked down seeing the clean hole punched through his chest as ther cauterizing flesh sizzled. Before his eyes roll back up, with a gasp leaving him "Crap..."

He fell back into the sand. The briefcase spilling out into the sand as Wendy walked over. Switching to her shotgun as she aimed sending a double tap blast to finish him off as she carefully scooped up the papers tucking them away into the case as she resealed it. With a half muffled grumble as she looked at the now wrecked trucks of her team scattered and destroyed. as she peered over the moon lit badlands. Seeing the glow of a nearby town. A raspy dissapointed growl leaving the broken part of her mask as her maw grinded her teeth. She would have to walk all the way back to turn in the intel. Her eyes looked over to her fallen comrades as well holstering her gun. There wasn't much grief in her soul for them, but at least she would get a decent cut of their final wages if she got this job done as she started a long walk back to civilization.