(Blue Team – Spawn Point)
"You see buddy, I still don't understand why you get to be the team leader." Spike's voice carried a sharp edge of irritation as he leaned against his bike, arms folded tightly across his chest. His helmet dangled from his fingers, swinging slightly with each impatient shift of his weight. His eyes tracked Bulldozer with visible annoyance. "Out of all people here… you?"
Bulldozer didn't even look at him. He continued his pull-ups on the thick metal bar welded between two abandoned light poles, muscles flexing under the sleeveless jacket as he lifted his weight with steady, controlled breaths. Up. Down. Up. Down. Each motion slow, deliberatem like he had all the time in the world despite the ticking clock hanging over them.
"Do you have any other suggestions?" he finally asked, voice calm, almost bored.
