The only sound in the dingy little room is the Administrator counting down the seconds before the match. The other men stand silent. Most of them have been prepared for the last hour.
The waiting grates on the Medic's nerves. The others, at least, have done this before. He has not. He keeps himself from looking around at the Respawn room, full of the invisible technology that will bring him back from the dead.
If he's sloppy enough to get killed.
He keeps his eyes on the broad back of the Heavy, holds the medigun steady. Five seconds. Four. Three.
Part of him wonders what death feels like.
The others charge forward, yelling and jeering. He follows the red stream of the medigun, everything ahead of him obscured by the bulk of the Heavy.
A flash and a bang, and he jumps back. A man charges out at them from the building ahead. He ducks back behind the Heavy. The man doesn't say much, but he's good at stopping bullets.
The Heavy opens fire. The noise stupefies. He fol