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C.U.B.I.

Match Write-up

Docdoc Goose: Kipper stepped out of the RED Control Room, shielding his eyes from the sun beating down. Even with his sunglasses, the light made him squint. He adjusted his Larrikin; the feather flashing red in the midday heat, and his sweat quickly evaporating into a small cloud of steam above him, while staining his rolled up red sleeves. "Sh*t's hot today.." he muttered to himself. Moving through the second control point, he was glad for the temporary relief 'til he passed into the yellow-baked grass of the yard outside. "Patrol duty, should be Temasta's job, not mine. I've got better things to do than this..." Kipper was tasked with a short round-about route, through the garage to survey the middle shipping yard, quick scan, and then back again. Likely to be another quiet day. Just like every other day. As the Sniper stepped out onto the balcony, a point of blue light slowly traced behind him. Kipper tripped as his boot slipped on the grain-dusted metal, and the light beamed right past his eye. Bang. A BLU Sniper slumped against the far doorway, his head neatly perforated right through the left jaw and out the back of his neck. As the crack of Kipper's rifle resonated through the central shipping yard, the alarm klaxons wailed, and he reached into his vest to pull out a two-way radio, and growled a brief message: "I see 'em. They're here." ----- RED Team tried over-and-over to make headway into the BLU base, being expertly parried by deft Kritzkrieg charges that stalled every attempt. Things were going swimmingly for them right up until that point, when they were put off-balance by a resurgent wave of BLU aggression. It almost seemed like every time C.U.B.I. was ready, they were met with a flash of glowy, explodey death. Kipper had had enough. He was tired, and hot, and now, starting to get just a little bit irritated. Cleared off of BLU's second point and trying to mount a defense for the inevitable charge, the REDs moved nervously: Temasta bounced on the balls of his feet , and Tandy's breathing quickened audibly through her mask. A glimmer of light shimmered in the shadows next to the garage door; Spooty was in position too. It would take coordination or something extraordinarily lucky to hold them back, or be wiped out once again. The door swung open with a rattle and the sound of electricity flooded out of the garage. Bang. Kipper didn't believe in luck. The BLU Medic dropped to his knees, and a gaping, bloody hole replaced where his right eye once was; the shattered glass of his spectacles embedded into his face by the force of the bullet. As the Demoman tried to turn to see what had happened, he felt a sharp pain in his spine, and only saw the broad grin on Spooty's face. The rest of C.U.B.I. overran the opposition all the way back to their control room. The Deleterious Hoodlums sounded the retreat, but it was too late. They had gone out with a bang. ((What looked pretty sure turned into a worrisome comeback by DH. By the second half, DH really wanted it, and we could tell! Final score 1-5. Great game guys. All the best for the rest of the season, and hopefully we get a chance to scrim with you sometime soon!))