"Yeah, I remember that," Enzo mused-- and though me might have sounded a<em>little</em>bitter, the grin never left his face. "Pushed me out here to go face off with your spy friend." He plucked up his pistol and pocketed it before standing-- "So it's quiet back here again. Not dead yet, so your snipers must not have moved this far up. What does the field look like, then? I figure I'd better not get splattered again today, or else I'm going to have a lot of explaining to do."<br/><br/>The engineer glanced back at his corpse and frowned at it-- "What happens to the bodies after battle, do you know?"<br/><br/>They couldn't exactly just let them pile up, and maybe they'd have a use. Enzo wouldn't mind poking around with them for a bit... as long as they died towards the end of the day. A fresh supply of corpses opened all sorts of possibilities, and since respawn virtually<em>cloned</em>copies...