The rain was falling in thick sheets, moistening the dry ground of Twofort for what must have been the first time in months. Engineer shook his head. Today of all days for a thunderstorm. The RED team had just finished a long, hard battle in which they had all perused the respawn room dozens of times, and they were exhausted. Engineer pulled down the heavy metal blast door over the entrance to the base with an effort. He could barely move his aching arms to insert his key into the locking mechanism and engage it. The door let out a soft click as its thick bolts slid into place. He tapped a few buttons on the keypad recessed into the wall, and bars began to lower over all of the windows into the base. Lockdown, complete. "How's it goin' truckie?" asked a familiar voice from behind him. Engineer nearly jumped out of his skin. "Gosh darnit, don't sneak up on meh like that, Sniper!" Sniper chuckled softly. "Sorry, truckie. Couldn't resist," he said, staring out at the turbulent sky. The lanky man frowned. "Never rains like this in the Outback," Sniper said. "Not in Texas, neither." The Australian narrowed his eyes at the thick falling rain. "'Ow strong are those doors?" "Well, ain't never tried, but it'd take about 30 pounds of TNT to take 'em down. If you ain't got explosives, ferget it." Engineer eyed the Sniper curiously. He wasn't the type to look so paranoid. "Why do ya ask? Were you plannin' on goin' for a walk?" said Engineer with a chuckle. Sniper didn't laugh. "Got a bad feeling tonight. Something just ain't right." "It's just jitters, Sniper. Thunder and lightnin' puts a man into a paranoid sorta mood." The marksman shook his head. Before he could reply, the two men heard a long, warbling death cry from the hayloft. Sounded like Demoman. They glanced at each other, then charged up the stairs towards his together.
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