And what could the soldier do but follow? With the nest of sentries and dispensers systematically annihilated, there was nothing for him to do<em>but</em>hunt down the lone engineer that'd escaped. Having never really stopped, it wasn't a difficult task to spin about on his heel and give chase to the fleeing BLU. The rocket launcher was replaced with his trusty shovel, and the distance closed foot by foot. That BLU was<em>his</em>today.<br/><br/>Morry watched all this with mild amusement from the safety of his own sentry and dispenser. That poor sod of an engineer was really having a terrible day already, wasn't he? His sentry trained its turrets on the form of the BLU engineer as he ran past, but was unable to lock on quickly enough to fire. Damn, that guy was fast. But it seemed the soldier was faster, and the BLU's valiant efforts were soon overpowered by an angry RED with a<del>rocket launcher</del>shovel.<br/><br/>Maybe he should help him? Morry shook the thought from his head. Where had<em>that</em>come from? Help a BLU?<br/><br/>But there was something about this one that didn't seem right. Maybe it was because most engineers, like himself, didn't make like a scout every time someone brought out the heavy artillery.