A Little Bit of Elbow Grease (Nosferatu and Sigma Octantis)

[Two Faced]

"Sounds good to me," the BLU agreed-- they could beat the living daylights out of each other tomorrow. Maybe he could get his first record kill (he doubted it-- he wasn't sure if he was ready to get over the pacifism to that point,) and maybe he'd meet the other for a beer afterward. Maybe they'd talk, and-- he couldn't lie, it felt pretty nice not to be worrying about Clara quite so much.

He was every bit as happy to let the silence linger, but it didn't stay silent for too long. The quiet thwack-thwack-thwack was signaling a train down the tracks-- which was a little strange, considering BLU had only just sent him in last week.

"Must be RED."