The sun was setting against the light pink sky, pulling the day to a close. The moon rose into view, glinting in the sun's fiery reflection. Beneath the heavens, a train lazily chugged along, exuding smoke from the chimney atop the engine. Several passenger cars trailed the engine, and various box cars full of different materials followed after. In the window of the first passenger car, a girl gazed curiously at the land spread out around her. The stars peeked out from behind the daylight, one at a time blinking into view. She sighed, fiddling with the pendant on her shirt.

Being only twenty-three, the girl had figured that she'd have a decent life by now. College came and went in a flash, consuming only six years of her life, and she was ready for any job she could take. With overflowing confidence, she had companies begging for her to work for them. However, none of them managed to appeal to her liking. All of them provided good pay and benefits, but they were all basic, run of the mill careers that would repeat the same tasks each day. The thought of it made the girl want to scream, but when she interviewed with another company, something about it fit in her mind. The Builders League United, or BLU, was an elite chain of business highly regarded in the economical standpoint. With control of at least fifty percent of the country's financial system, it would be any employee's dream to work for such a prestigious company. At first glance, it would seem as if the job they would offer the girl would keep her in the same bored state as all of the others, but someone saw an opportunity for such a go-getting young woman. She was called into the main headquarters for BLU, and that was where it all lost control.

A woman cloaked in purple from head to toe sat at her desk, being the highest of power at the company. A cigarette came into contact with her thin lips, leaving a ring of purple lipstick. She blew the smoke from her lungs, tapping the loose ash and looking up at the girl.
"Roxanne Holt, I presume?" she hissed, her voice dry and raspy. The girl nodded.
"Yes, ma'am," she replied clearly, "It's nice to meet you, Miss…?"
"I prefer to be called 'The Administrator', Roxanne," the woman sneered, taking another breath of her cigarette, "Now, to get down to business. I have called upon you for your assistance in a very serious line of work. You will be required to be shipped to a random location upon my command, and you may not return for as long as six months. It is a very important position, and you are the perfect person to handle such a job." Roxanne knew that the Administrator was being vague, probably only to keep out the vital information that would bring Roxanne to her doom.
"What's the catch? If you don't mind me asking…" she inquired. The Administrator grinned.
"Smart girl," she cackled, "Well, the catch…The catch, I believe, would be what happens after this job is completed. You will be given grant from the BLU corporation of $500,000,000 dollars, paid in unmarked bills. This money is to be used for whatever your heart desires, and if you use it properly, you will not need to work for the rest of your time on this Earth." She looked away. "However, if you still believe you'd like to seek out work elsewhere, then I'm sorry to see you go." Roxanne thought for a moment. Being from a small town meant that she was always stuck admiring the rich and famous, without so much as a dollar to her name. Now, she had the opportunity to change all of that. With the money from the company, lifelong luxury was just a snap. She smiled in anticipation, but she shook herself out of her greed. The woman had her wrapped around her finger with so much as the offering of money. God only knew what she could do if the circumstances of the job weren't specified.
"Well, would you at least explain what the job pertains?" she queried. The woman gave a devilish smile.
"For security reasons, I cannot allow you to know too much, but…" she leaned in closer, "This job is one that comes once in a lifetime. It involves stealth, speed, and an iron will. Every day, this job will entail different obstacles to be overcome, and I think you're just the person capable, Miss Holt." Roxanne felt her heart skip a beat. She'd just been thrown the opportunity of exhilaration in the sea of tedium known to her as life. She smiled.
"…I'll do it," she concluded. The Administrator grinned.
"Excellent," she commended happily, turning to call her assistant, "Miss Pauling! Please, bring the contract, if you would." A small, quiet woman quickly came into the room.
"Y-Yes ma'am!" she responded in a nervous voice. She returned almost seconds later with the contract prepared in her hand. The Administrator snatched the papers from the girl's hands, collecting them neatly and handing it to Roxanne.

"Just sign your name at the bottom and the job is yours," she smirked, her slight British accent setting in. Roxanne nodded, taking the paper and reading it over. It was exactly what the Administrator had specified, nothing more, nothing less. Excitedly, she scribbled her name onto the bottom of the pact, and without another thought, it was seized away, returned to the trusted hands of Miss Pauling for proper documenting. The Administrator smiled in a sinister way, placing her elbows on her desk and clasping her hands together. She willingly provided the girl with her instructions.
"Tonight, I need you to pack three precious items from your home for transport," she directed firmly, "Tomorrow evening, at precisely five o'clock, a car will pick you up and take you to a train. On said train, you will be carried to the job site in an uncultivated location. There, you will be given further instruction." Roxanne nodded giddily, shaking the woman's hand. The Administrator smiled and called Miss Pauling back to escort the girl out, to which she complied meekly. Waving goodbye, the woman sneered.
"Adieu, mademoiselle," she mocked crudely, taking another puff from her cigarette, "Adieu…"

(Okay, this is my first TF2 story, and I hope I got most of the facts right. Anyway, I really hope you enjoy what is to come, please review, and bonus points if you can tell what class Roxanne might be taking over ^.^)