Where: BLU's battlements
When: July 5th, evening
What: Spy games.

( [01:37] DJ: Fucking... Lupin the 3rd all over the damn place. Slight of hand tricks. And SPYCHOLOGICAL ones. Bleu's not prepared for this! )

Who: RED Pyro, open to all
Where: Central area between the bases
When: 6th July, late afternoon
What: The return of a drifter

It was a hell of a drive, she thought, wind whipping her hair around as she pulled into that familiar area. They could probably hear her first, given how quiet the surrounding area was - she hoped it didn't draw too much attention to herself.

In all honesty, she considered herself to be very lucky. RED was (oddly) pleased at her request to work for them again, and put her back to work immediately. It was a month before she received her assignment - and when she got the memorandum, it was something of a shock to see that she was reassigned to her old base. Probably because of unfinished business, she figured.

She frowned at the thought, pushing down her sudden queasiness as she parked her motorcycle by the gate. It's not like she had to worry about it being stolen, after all. RED let her bring it under the condition that they monitor it; they wanted to ensure she didn't go running off on a whim, which she supposed was fair enough.

With a small huff, Pyro climbed off her bike, slinging a small bag over her shoulder, keeping her guitar in the side compartment for now. Wasn't it around this time of year when she first arrived? The damn suit was hot then, too.

She looked around, and slipped the mask over her face. For now, she'd hide away again, at least to certain people. She owed him them that much.

And, with that, she began to walk towards her base.