Time: After the train's explosion

Dramatic entrances were nice, but frankly, this was probably a bit of an overkill.

The brand new BLU Sniper looked up at the base entrance. The paint was blue, so this had to be it. When he crawled out of the burning wreckage, he had some trouble telling the sky from the ground, let alone distinguish between two colors. Crossing about a hundred meters never took ten minutes before, either.

He took his hat off, and examined the little flame dancing on the rim before remembering to put it out. Then, he replaced the abused headgear, tugged on the strap of his bag and stumbled into the building. He vaguely recalled something they told him back at HQs... Something about the services and how to obtain them.

Oh, yeah.

Sniper stopped, and let his bag slip from his shoulder. He cleared his throat.

"Medic...!"

And he hit the ground, face first.