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The Heavy's voice echoed through the hallways. The Pyro knew he wouldn't have much of a chance to ambush a mountain of meat like that when it was on high-alert. He stopped sprinting in the middle of the RED's courtyard, panting and scanning the nearby area for potential hiding spots. The only feasible location seemed to be.....
The Pyro hurled the Intelligence up over the edge of the walkway and into the entrance of the straight-stairway.
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[color=blue]We have dropped the enemy Intelligence[/color]
Hoping he got into position in time before the fat man trailing him saw him and ruin his plan, the Pyro ran up the stairs and hid behind the corner behind the bit of wall right before the mouth of the staircase. The briefcase was sitting right on the edge of the first step, just out of reach of the Pyro's hand. He pulled out his flamethrower and held it in position, hoping the sound of running gas wouldn't give away his position.
Okay, I'll count to 38, and if they still haven't come by, I'll head on down the staircase with it and go up the spiral one.
1... 2... 3...