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>>7157990 So... the TFC classes?
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They made it, the Soldier, the Engineer, and the Spy. They had pushed into the control room. They had reached the announcer herself. She swiveled her chair to turn to them, a bitter grimace on her wrinkled face. She stood up, and began to walk around her desk to them, "You know mercenaries, you have a spy among you..." They kept their guard up, they knew this. They had worked with him the entire time, she was planning something. "No no, not him you idiots, him." She had pointed down the hall to her left, a small man with a mustache and umbrella walked out, clapping slowly. It was the civilian. "Thank you for taking me this far, and letting me see just what you could do, I told her all about you. She was... impressed." The announcer took on an angry glare towards him, he settled down, a look of terror on his face. She whistled. The civilian rubbed his neck, "Ow, something... bit..." he fell down. Dead. From the same hall emerged a man with a mask covering his head, a digital monocle covering his left eye. The Assassin. Behind him, came a man covered in camouflage, with warpaint on his face, holding a heavy rocket launcher with a small red box in his hand. The Veteran. And finally, came a man almost identical to the engineer, but without goggles, and instead, a lit cigarette. The Industrialist. The announcer went back to her chair, which was built on a teleporter. A teleporter rigged to exploder afterwards, the party wasn't through yet. |