So sometimes when I play during, shall we say "off peak" times when there's nary another Veteran player in sight, I pretty much task myself with winning games for my team because I'm a charitable soul like that. I let both sides hammer away at eachother 900M away from the primary objective and Solo it like a boss but there are times where I'm facing a team that pretends to know what they are doing and I'm actually faced with a match that lasts more than 2 minutes and getting 1500Xp. Matches of which I'm tested as the Herculean Macho Man of Manly Manliness I attempt to be and take on no less than 8 guys at a time whilst my teammates play Cluedo on the Command posts, a test I fail because I'm in fact NOT the Brink Equivilant of Norse God's Odin and do occasionally get taken down by the 3 surviving dudes climbing over their deceased comrades cremated remains. So there are times when matches are ridiculously close.

One match I had recentally, Terminal, It was myself and 4 human players facing against 5 humans, one of my temamates seemed to know where the anolog sticks were so good start all round. We smash the Hacking objective 3 minutes in due to the one other player hacking beside me and my fear of being shot at whilst playing Tetris on my Smartphone, so we proceed to Safe cutting, 15(ish) minutes to do it in. I stick as the Operative deciding to cover the 1 AI Engineer and 3 human Engineers hoping the lone soldier and dynamic duo Medics will keep us going. I get a little too cocky and try to storm the place getting killed a good few times and by 7 minutes remaining and no progress on the Safe, I start playing like I should be again. The one other player that knew what the heck he was doing wasnt faring any better since the opposing team had entrenced themselves around the safe and by 4 minutes remaining there was only 30% done on the safe, so I switch classes and triumphantly...get murdered by b-lining to the Safe without checking my flank and blind spots. Respawn. Try Again. I DESTROY everyone and I mean EURVEYONE and start cutting into the safe, my other teammates hanging back. In fright, terror and awe I assumed as not one of them thought it best to cover the immobile Lean-Mean-Safe-Cutting-Grilling-Machine, I'm only up to 65% when those last 10 seconds are ebbing away and my radar goes red from the sheer number of enemies charging towards me. I go into Overtime with 20% left to go on the safe, I couldn't move by that point, I had to stay the hell where I was a cut that safe like a Man! My teammates at that point remembered they enjoyed winning and clashed against the oncoming horde, I'm still getting hit by stray bullets and I'm down to like 1hp, a ladybird could cough from another country and I would be dead and get that dissapointing fade out. It's the last 5% which was taking HOURS it felt like, at 4% I look to the corner of my screen and see a Medium body type dashing towards me like I was offering Free Pie. I couldn't let go of that Use key, I was stuck in Overtime, so I stood there waiting for death. He shoots, the first hale missing me...3%, he shoots again, I regen'd enough health to not die....2%, then out of nowwhere like the Golden God this player was, The sole useful teammate slide tackles and knocks over this wouldbe assassin allowing me the last few seconds I needed.

Trust me, I ran like a Bat outa Hell to the Upload Terminal. It's a rare time in gaming I find myself at the edge of my seat like that, even rarer where I find myself on my knees at the end of a match hands in the air in triumph!

I just wanted to share that story with my fellow players. Have there been any close calls where you've been the one sitting there hacking or repairing in Overtime against the odds and only just getting through?