Day 2: Assumed Identity
**Hecatom ** had slunk back to his base, almost in shock at what he had just seen over at the RED base. He looked down as his suit, it was covered in blood. He signed deeply, and reached into his suit pocket to pull out his cigarette case, popping one into his mouth to smoke. He passed the scene where **Cyntalan **had been killed the night before, her charred remains still burning on the wall.
“Got a light?” **Hecatom **joked to himself, as he pulled out **Cyntalans **charred, burning hand from the wreckage. It was flipping him off, the middle finger putting off a flame. **Hecatom **used it to light his cigarette, feeling good about a job well done.
Having just been back from the Red Base, he now had vital information to their victory. Sure, it wouldn’t be easy to explain to the rest of the team – they were mostly simpletons, after all – but with this, victory was almost assured. That stupid Red Soldier had let some key information out, right before he met his untimely demise… Hecatom laughed to himself. There’s a reason they don’t breed smart soldiers, he thought to himself.
His mind briefly drifted off to the **Scouts **mother… oh how he longed for her embrace. He pulled a photo of her from his back pocket… “My Mon Ami” he said. “Soon, we can be together.” He slipped the picture back into his pocket, dropped the cigarette, and stomped it out. He stood from his seat, before realizing he had left his paper mask on. He pulled it off, and looked at it. A smiling, red engineer looked back at him, it’s permanent dumb face printed onto the flimsy cardboard.
“Red Spy in the base!” shouted the Blu solder, and Hecatom looked up confused. He looked all around the room, and saw nobody else but him and the soldier… slowly it dawned on him. He looked down at his suit, and it was still covered in Saitsu’s blood and guts. Before he could utter a single word, the BLU soldier fired his shotgun, popping Hecatoms head like it was a watermelon, spraying brains everywhere.
“I got him guys!” cheered the BLU soldier, and everyone rushed to the scene to congratulate him… before realizing the grim truth of the situation.
Hecatom drifted off to nothingness, a peaceful calm overcoming him. All his anger, all his drive to collect information, all his psychopathic thoughts of murder subsided… and he was happy for the first time since he could remember.
Then suddenly, he was yanked from this peacefulness, and dropped onto the floor amidst shining blue light, as he stood looking at the administrator. She took a long drag from her cigarette, before leaning into her microphone.
“Night time. 12 hour lockdown, starting now.”
She reached into her pocked, and reached her hand out towards Hecatom.
“Want a smoke?”
Day 2 Vote Blue
Hecatom : AlphaCommando, Augustus, Combo_Knight, Exodus., ForgeDigger, Orochizoolander
Combo_knight : WTF-AKUMA-HAX
Did note vote: Hecatom, sumazndude
Hecatom you have 12 hours to send me your last gasp
It is now Night time!
Night actions are due at 9:00 PM PST
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