That Spy Ain't One of Us!
Scout felt the rushing sensation of the respawn as his vision slowly faded from redness. "This did not just happen!" Scout hung his head and leaned against the wall of his spawn. Where'd that frickin pyro come from anyway?
"Scout!" A deep, monstrous voice shook Scout from his thoughts. He looked up to see Heavy looking at him, Sasha craddled in his large arms. They stared for a moment.
"Yeah?"
"MOVE!
Scout jumped a bit before darting out of the spawnpoint, scattergun in one hand and Bonk™ in the other. Scout exited the cool aired spawnpoint, and into the hot, arid crap-hole of a battlefield known as Dustbowl.
