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Well, that was a resounding humiliation. Perched atop a building in the sawmill, invisible to the human eye as he roamed in his ectoplasmic form, the former Spy had had the (dis)pleasure of witnessing first hand the debacle the REDs just inflicted on the BLU team. Amusing to a certain degree, but also slightly annoying. Funny how in his own days, he and his team only vaguely cared about the brothers’ war; but now that he was seemingly doomed to haunt this place for all of eternity, he had found himself taking sides. And from the look of it, the BLUs were in for a losing streak. Pity. They had some solid recruits - interesting talents.
Mustering his energy (or whatever the matter he was made of should be called), the former Spy evaporated into the air and rematerialised a moment later in the current Sniper’s nest. Maintaining his invisible form, he watched as the young woman focused on her shots - patient, precise, efficient. But careless; Jesse’s acute ear soon perceived the quiet sound of footsteps behind him. A cloaked enemy Spy. His gaze fell back on the young woman. She hadn’t heard him. Quietly, he looked around the room, noticing a shelf covered with various tools for the sawmill workers. A smirk tugging at the corner of his ghostly lips, he hovered to the other side of the room and quickly, knocked over the tools - a wrench landing a hit on the RED Spy’s head, uncloaking him on the spot.
Your turn, miss. Jesse thought, ready to enjoy the show, unseen, undetected.
