June 6, 1968
Dear Diary,
My name is Laura. I was an orphan, and nobody knew my surname, so I'm just Laura. Back in 1954, when I was just 7, a fire broke out in the orphanage. Now, don't get me wrong just because I said this, but while many found fires scary and harmful, I've always liked them. I didn't burn down the orphanage, though, I swear! For some strange reason, fire never harmed me, at least to some degree. I had tried to save everyone, but the fires were too powerful. The firefighters soon showed up, put out the fire, and rescued the people in the building. Nobody knew what started the fire, but later people discovered a strange small meteorite in the rubble, still warm to the touch. I moved to a different orphanage where I grew up, but I was never adopted because for the time being, everyone thought I had started the fire. However, I do enjoy lighting things, but I would never burn down an orphanage or any kind of building. Now I live in an apartment in Phoenix, Arizona.
Anyways, today I was sent a mysterious letter saying that I was requested for a job as a mercenary for Builders League United. It explained that I was needed for battle, and that I was requested because they somehow knew about my ability to survive fires. I decided to check it out, just so I could see what this mercenary thing is about. I drove over to the BLU base, located quite nearby. A robot greeted me at the door. I told it that I was here to join BLU, and it let me in. It gave me a fire-resistant suit "just in case" and told me that the mercenaries always wore their uniforms in the base, so I put it on and walked inside. It was a cozy place, with a few people hanging around, doing various things. I'll maybe get to know these people a little better, and write about them tomorrow.
-Laura