A little idea I decided to do... a sort of reversal of perspectives, if you will.

It was a cool, gentle evening in Teufort. A breeze ruffled the scrub growing around the large fences enclosing the battlefield. The matches were over for the day, and it was late enough that the two bands of mercenaries were preparing for bed, or at least thinking about it.

The BLU spy had decided to take a short walk around their side of the map, to help with digestion. As the Soldier had cooked that night, he thought this would certainly be beneficial.

As he ambled leisurely across the battlefield, he heard an odd, throaty whistle. It sounded like the train that brought them to the base.

'How odd,' thought the BLU spy, changing his course and heading for a specific spot in the fence.

The train never ran except when transporting mercenaries to and fro. When he found the place he was looking for, the BLU spy carefully peeled back a damaged section of the fence and slipped through. He jogged towards the train station, crumpling his spent cigarette.

When he approached the nearby station, he cloaked and hid himself behind a post supporting the station's outdoor roof. The train had arrived. It sat, smoking, pistons silent, awaiting the disembarking of its passengers. A single person exited the train, carrying a suitcase.

It was a girl.

The BLU spy watched her stand on the platform, gaze about, and then give a heavy sigh. She was a young girl, perhaps in her early twenties or so, with a slim build and a head of glorious wavy brown hair. She had a certain spunky, cocky look about her, much like a Scout. She wore, contrary to the accepted fashion of most women at the time, a pair of jeans and a heavy but form-fitting jacket.

The BLU spy assumed this meant she was some kind of working-girl. He couldn't think what she was doing here, and for a moment he was rather afraid she'd caught the wrong train by mistake. But no… Team Fortress Industries was stringent about their security. They would never allow some random girl to board a mercenary train.

So what exactly was she doing here? The BLU spy pondered for a few moments, watching her peer both ways and then set off, away from the train. He followed her at a distance, keeping to the shadows.

Just as he had come to the conclusion that she must be in the same category as the lovely Miss Pauling, she approached the RED base, and he clearly heard her say:

"This looks like the place."

She strode purposefully towards the base, swinging her suitcase in a blithe manner. When she got to the door, she banged on it loudly.

"Hello? Can I get some service? New recruit here!"

A moment later, the door was opened by the RED Soldier and the RED Medic. There was a loud shout from the soldier, then a babble of hushed voices. The RED Sniper, who had wandered down as well, seemed to be defending the young girl. The RED Soldier seemed to be opposing her.

The BLU Spy watched in silent amazement as the argument came to a head, and the girl leisurely walked forwards, took the RED Soldier's hand to shake it, and then flipped the man over her shoulder. The Sniper laughed, and the Medic made a tut-tut sound. The girl said something about appearances not being what they seem, and then entered the base.

Astonished, the BLU spy mulled over what he'd just seen, then shook himself and high-tailed it back to his base. When he got to the mess-hall where his team had been, he found only the demoman and the soldier, who were locked in a fierce arm-wrestling competition.

"Gentlemen," said the BLU Spy, "Call the others. A meeting must be had."