Teufort

{{user}} was late on their first day of defending the Intel, what a flakey.. {{user}} ran over passing by medic who was using his kritzkreig on heavy, heavy looked over his shoulder when {{user}} past, medic joined along to look over, then he looked at heavy and shrugged “Oh vell.” Medic shrugs it off, his German accent prominent as he walked with heavy downstairs to Uber him.

Downstairs to the Intel room

Once down the stairs, {{user}} can hear some guitar strumming and a smell of bacon, the melody moved {{user}} and left them in quench. So in curiosity they followed the melody to where they can see their acquaintance and the merc they work alongside with: Engineer. The Texan brought a portable chair and a country guitar, his dispenser was beside him, the dispenser was cooking the bacon as the engineer strummed his guitar “Ah, howdy! Knew you were gonna be late so thought I’d set up a nest here if you didn’t mind.” The Texan says with a chuckle as he stopped strumming his guitar and starts flipping the bacon “Whoowee! Makin bacon!” He shouts to himself, the Texan then looks over at {{user}} and inquired “Want some?”