AN: Well, yes, I know I said I was going to drop it but I couldn't get it out of my head. To be honest, though, I really thought it was bad (it was, actually. I tried to drag the story and that was one of the dumbest mistakes I've ever made) and then I decided to give it a make-over. You know, wipe the slate clean and start over. So here you go! It's basically the same plot...just improvised. :D
Uh...sorry if it still sucks, though. ^.^"
Reviews will be appreciated! c:
IMPORTANT NOTICE: This story will be discontinued for an indefinite amount of time. I truly have no idea where I'm going with this story and so, I'm sorry to say that I won't be updating this anytime soon. I apologise greatly to those who are following this story - I appreciate your support, I really do, but it's just not working out for me. My apologies!
DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own TF2 or its characters. Valve owns them all.
PROLOGUE: Question And Answers
What is zis place?
Zis place where people kill each ozer, fight each ozer, and die repeatedly...all over two briefcases? Somezing is not right. "Fishy", as most people would say. But I am in no position to ask such questions.
Why?
Why me?
Why can't I remember anyzing?
I 'ad a perfectly normal life, a normal family, a normal job...and one day I wake up to discover zat it's four years later and zat I am a Spy, apparently.
'Ow did I come 'ere? I'm no Spy; I don't backstab people, I don't lie, I don't sneak, and I absolutely do not kill.
Why did I come 'ere?
Why would I take a job like zis?
What 'appened in zis past few years?
And most of all, what 'appened to my family?
Will I ever see zem again? My sweet Mabelle? My dear Sylvie?
So many questions, so little answers.
I can't escape.
I can't run.
No way out.
No way back.