Securing the Intel

Making their way deeper into the base, Rarity was forced to hold off a Black Scottish Cyclops wielding a sword. Thankful for the distraction, Rarity noticed that the Demoman was drunk, and figured she could easily keep him busy with Laevatein.

Meanwhile Sunset continued on with the mission, eventually finding a comically overstuffed briefcase just lying on a desk. From what she could tell, there were important papers inside. Rolling her eyes, Sunset figured this might be the Intel they heard about. Just as she was reaching for the briefcase, she heard something off to the side. Her XCOM .45 was instantly pointed at... a guy in a blue suit and ski mask.

"My apologies mademoizelle," he said in a French accent while casually pointing a revolver at her. "But I cannot allow you to take that."
"And I can't let you stop me," Sunset replied.
"You are obviously not a member of RED, so why are you here hm?"

Sunset didn't answer verbally. She just shifted her aim, making it clear she was ready to fight.

"A shame really," the Spy said. "To end the life of one so beautiful as yourself..."

He never got to finish what he was going to say as he suddenly fell from an impact to the head. As the Spy fell, Rarity was revealed behind him, holding Laevatein in a way that suggested a Pommel Strike.

"Nice one Rarity," Sunset said as she took the briefcase.

"Alert! The enemy has taken our Intelligence!"

"They never make it easy do they..." Sunset sighed.
"Darling... You wouldn't have it any other way," Rarity replied.