"On it!" shouts a Bronx-accented voice from over the crest of the hill. The BLU Scout's completely unfazed by any RED presence up here, frankly. It'll be a miracle if the RED Sniper gets her gun around to face him in time, and in his experience, miracles tend to favor him.

That building's lookin' mighty fine right about now. He's aiming for a dead run through the ground floor to be followed by a bolt up the exterior staircase, at which point he gets to lay waste to the sentries on the roof with his bat. Of course, that all relies on him getting there alive, doesn't it?