Rayquarius stayed in the intelligence room, watching the security cameras.
"Damn" he said, frowning. "I've got nobody to help me here." He sat down, pulling out a small bottle of wine, and opened it, inhaling the aroma, taking a swig, and sighing. "there must be at least 5 BLUs, and only 1 RED, so how in the seven hells am I gonna do this?" He took his wrench, screwing a small bolt on his sentry back on, taking off his Tin Gallon, and putting it on the sentry. "Now ain't that a cute little gun"
[ANSWER: There is Respawn]