Mission begins in 30 seconds.
Helen leaned back in her swivel chair and glanced over the monitors that displayed the different areas of the canyon battlefield simply known as Dustbowl. At the first control point, there was the RED Engineer, upgrading his dispenser to a Lvl 2 while keeping a close eye on his sentry.
At the entrance to the BLU spawn, some of the BLU mercenaries were taunting at the REDs, who were doing likewise. She grimaced as she saw the BLU Demoman lift up his lower body armour and do a pelvic thrust, showing a smiley face taped to his crotch. She sighed in frustration at the RED Soldier, as he started to juggle his grenades around as if they were rubber balls and he was a circus clown.
Knowing she had to start the battle before some fool blew themselves up, she grabbed the microphone once more and brought it to her lips.
"Mission begins in 5."
"4."
"3."
"2."
"1."
The alarm blared, and she looked on with glee as the mercenaries started their bloody battle. As the BLUs came running out, shouting their battle cries and firing off various weapons, she noticed the one leading the group: the Scout, a young merc who looked no more than 19 at most, firing off pistol shots one after another at the opposing team, all the while maneuvering towards the first control point. She wondered where he had gotten such incredible speed, such agility.
"Mistress?"
"Yes, Pauling," the tall, slim woman answered as she put a cigarette to her lips, "what is it?"
"I've brought those files you requested earlier."
"All nine files?"
"Yes."
"Perfect."
She held out a hand and felt the documents slide into her hands. "Thank you, Miss Pauling. That will be all." The young intern nodded and exited the control room. "Now," she exclaimed, sliding a couple of pages out, "let's see what we can find out about you, Bostonian."