The gate was closed, the cart waiting just beyond. One minute until he could push. The Medic stood next to him, 10% of the way to an ÜberCharge. “We make good team, yes?” the Heavy said quietly to him. “Ve do,” the doctor said distractedly. He swung his medigun experimentally, trying to hurry the ÜberCharge. “Doctor… it is almost time…” the Heavy said insistently. He looked around, but as usual, no one paid them any mind. He and the doctor were always together. The doctor looked up at him in surprise. “Ve only have 50 seconds,” he said, also glancing around. “Get behind me, doctor,” the Heavy urged. Medigun still…

Kyra leaned back against the wall, blinking rain water from her eyes and silently cursing the weather. Her pistol was held low as she sidled towards the corner of the building. If this bastard gets away… Crouching low, she quickly looked around the corner. Gone. Shit. Shifting around the corner, Kyra impatiently brushed soaking wet hair from her cheek with one hand while keeping her pistol pointed down. Wouldn’t want any normal people that might stumble upon her to think there could be violence in their pristine — and wet — neighborhood. There were no sounds in the alley. She sniffed; it was near-useless in all this rain, but her…

She likes the way he looks at her. That’s the first thing she notices when talking to people. How their eyes fix on her–or don’t. Most people look at her with a vague interest, maybe just wanting her to finish talking, some actually wanting to hear what she has to say. But there are some people that can pierce her with their eyes. People that make her feel that if she’s not careful, all her little thoughts will be laid bare and opened for discussion, leaving her naked. He didn’t look at her like that when she met him, or she didn’t notice if he did. He was the type…