Meeting 2

(Fade from black. The Heavy noisily rustles his gear around. Indiana Jones awakes, and sits up. The Engineer and a man that has not been introduced both sleep.)
Jones: (yawns) What time is it?
Heavy: Dawn. I could hear ze blues awaking in ze disztance.
(Jones listens. He hears the sound of metal against metal. It chills him that he didn't hear this before. He visibly shivers.)
Jones: (now alert) What do you think they're planning?
(Heavy nods to the sniper rifle on the ground.)
Heavy: Hey, you are ze one dat has ze schope, no?
(Jones looks through the scope of the rifle to see the five members of blue team assembling turrets. Three are engineers, so nine mini-turrets are placed around their camp, giving them a full range of cover. The other two are Pyros, demolition experts armed with flamethrowers.)
Jones: So, they have nine turrets and two Pyros.
Heavy: (nodding, deep in thought) Da, da... Pyros could make dis op difficult...
(Engineer wakes up. He yawns loudly, and grabs his shotgun.)
Engineer: Pyros, huh? No problem. Just get 'Demo to take 'em out.
(The African-American man sits up, nodding.)
Demoman: Yeah. Send me in, and i'll take 'em out with my stickybombs.
(A man in a tuxedo and a black ski mask appears out of the darkness. He pulls a cigarette out of his mouth and flicks it on the floor.)
Man: So, I see you require some... (lights new cigarette and places it in his mouth) stealthy assistance?
Heavy: Good, Spy, you're here. (Demoman scoots over to let Spy sit.) We need you to take out three of those turrets, if you can.
(Spy nods, pulling the cigarette out of his mouth and letting it roll between his fingers.)
Spy: I can do it. For a price, of course.
(Jones takes out his wallet, but a heavy hand rests on his shoulder.)
Heavy: (threatening with Sasha.) I'll pay you when you get the job done, Spy.
(Fade to black, with a dramatic trumpet tune.)