A/N: I had a rush of inspiration from a deviant from deviantArt, and decided to do a series of drabbles on how each member of Team Fortress was hired in the first place for a total of nine or ten chapters. Let it be known that on this chapter, I will take no trolling…I will take discussions, but absolutely no trolls allowed. If I read of any trolling, then please refer to Ezekiel 25:17 in your bible (not the "Pulp Fiction" line, the actual verse). Other than that, do read and review would you kindly?

Beijing, China…

The Beijing Women's Correctional Facility was filled with so many women cursing…and several of them for good reason; they were most definitely not happy with the fact that they were interred with a certified pyromaniac. Said pyromaniac was being brought out of solitary confinement to meet with one Rachel Helfer…her employer was looking for mercenaries and maniacs to work for her clients, and by far, this was one of the craziest people of all. Rachel simply sat down and read the dossier on her target…hmm, very interesting indeed. Were it not for the fact that this woman liked to burn things down, she would've enjoyed this woman's company; maybe even a spot of tea would do the poor girl some good…

Before long, she heard the door opening and in walked a hulking prison guard of questionable gender, and behind her was a girl no older than 21 years of age with a straightjacket on, as well as a muzzle on her face. She had a wild look in her hazel-coloured eyes that made her both scary and beautiful, and she had a tattoo of an orchid on her face over her right eye. Overall, she looked dainty and not at all capable of what she did in that dossier…but Rachel knew that looks could be deceiving, and given that girl's history, that was proof enough. When the prison guard was finished chaining the prisoner to the seat and removing the muzzle from her mouth, she finally had a look at her mark's face. Beautiful…such a beautiful face she had seen…it was a shame that a face such as hers would likely have to be hidden from the world. Ah well, to business now; she'll have plenty of time for her bisexual fantasies later…

"Ni hui bu hui shuo yingwen?"

The younger woman looked at her with surprise in her eyes. The shock was very evident in the rudeness of her tone. "Wo hui shuo yingwen…ni weishenme wen wo?"

"No reason, just to see if I can make it more convenient for myself."

The wild look in the younger woman's eyes returned. Oh it just turned her on with that fire of defiance in her eyes…fitting given her name. As she spoke, she had a thick accent. "If you're here to laugh at the crazy woman, then you're out of luck; I'm in no mood to be mocked in any shape or form today."

Rachel said nothing. She simply pulled out the dossier, and started reading. "Your name is Huo Mulan am I correct?" The younger woman simply continued looking on at her with a silent 'so what?' being emitted from those fiery eyes…oh she'll have a chance to douse out that fire soon enough. "It says here you're 19 years old…now that in my opinion is too young to be in jail. Apparently, it's this defiance I'm seeing in you that made it so that you were named after the heroine in that poem; and because of that defiance, your record seems to be very impressive…straight A's, captain of the girl's Tai-Chi club specializing in the staff, and apparently you held a job as a gardener up until a while ago. It was discovered that you were listening to American rock-and-roll and pretending to play on the electric guitar when several of your classmates decided to tattle on you and blowing the story out of proportion. After that little scandal, you were made an outcast and were disowned by your parents, and so in revenge, you improvised a flamethrower, and set those classmates' houses on fire. You were not caught until you set fire to the last classmate's house which was almost two weeks ago. Bravo."

The un-amused look Mulan's face was very clear, as was that attitude in her voice. "I highly doubt you came here to recite ancient history with me, so why don't you get to the point and tell me what you want already?"

"You seem to like rock-and-roll…almost as much as you like fire it seems…what if I could tell you that in addition to freedom, you'll also get a job, and nobody will hurt you just because of your passions."

The fire seemed to die down a bit, and was replaced with a look of curiosity and interest…until it changed into the look of suspicion and thought. "What's the catch?"

"Smart girl…you studied well. The catch is that in addition to your freedom, you will be working in a job where you will be required to kill. You will be paid however…and you will be granted citizenship in America."

"And how do you know I don't like it there in solitary confinement?"

"You may not know it, but you are scheduled to be on death row."

Mulan looked at her potential recruiter with a look of outright surprise on her face. "So you didn't know? I suppose it's typical of the communists…they never seem to tell anybody anything until it's too late."

The look of fear had glazed over Mulan's eyes…she was going to be executed? Did she want to die? How did she know that this blonde bimbo wasn't lying to her? "You're bluffing…there's no way that that's possible."

"Is it? You and I both know how corrupt people in power tend to be in a communist regime. Who's to say that I'm lying?"

She thought it over and over…Mulan was not one to be walking into something she knew she wouldn't get out of. No, she made sure to outweigh the consequences out of what she knew…after all, it was Sun Tzu who said "know yourself and your enemy, and you need not fear the outcome of a thousand battles"—it would appear however, that she didn't have much of a choice. As much as she didn't want to be a bitch to that woman and her organization, she also had to think of how to get out of this mess. With that on mind, her answer was clear; "Get me out of here, and I'll kill whoever you want."

"Done; we'll get everything ready for you. In the meantime, would you mind keeping your head down? It'll be hard to get you out of here when someone is as…active as you are." With that, Rachel got up and turned to leave after picking up her dossier. The mobile she was given was just itching to be turned on. Her boss would be pleased…as a matter of fact, why not call that chain-smoking old whore now? The second that Rachel was a few steps outside of the correctional facility, she picked up the big, blocky phone from her purse, and dialled the number.

"Who is this?"

"Helen, it's me. We're going to need a sizable amount of money, some legal documents, and a good amount of plastic explosives with remote detonators."

"We've managed to get her did we?"

"Yep. We got her."

"You always were good at bluffing…that's why Ms. Pauling I never play poker or even chess with you. Ironically, that's why I also hired you. Anyway, I've forwarded the money to your account to buy all that you need. Make sure the job gets done."

"Yes ma'am."

Dustbowl Locker Rooms, unknown date and time…

Mulan stood around in the locker. The others didn't know it, but she was always the first one in the locker, and for good reason; she was the only woman in her nine-man team (the roster of the other members was a literal sausage fest, as the Americans put it). So far, the only ones who knew her true identity were the crazy doctor that operated on her, and of course that blonde bitch that hired her. Not that she was complaining…she was paid well, she was given respect (well, as much respect a woman could get in America), and she was having fun at her job being crazy and setting people on fire. And in regards to the blonde, well she had a bit of fun 'thanking' her for getting her out of prison…even though she didn't swing that way, it was still fun. She could've sworn that Rachel (she thinks her name was), had done this with straight women before…

Anyway, she was always quick to dress up lest Spy would be around to catch her with her figurative and literal pants down. She took off her dress and high-heels, revealing a slender hourglass-shaped body that hid unlimited amounts of wiry strength; her bust was just the right size—not too big and not too small. She looked around, and made sure nobody was watching before she put on the tight bra around her chest…then she put on the latex wetsuit to further hide her identity before she put on her baggy asbestos suit. Next thing to come on was her rubber gloves and boots, and then her oxygen tank hooked up to her gas mask. With that done, her disguise was complete…and just in time too, because she was hearing Heavy walking down the hallway yelling over his damn sandwich. Last thing she needed was for someone to walk in on her changing that was not the Medic.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed, and that you'll review. As usual, your reviews will determine if I should continue this or not. And to those of you who are going to bash me on something as insignificant as to my belief on the Pyro's gender, again please refer to Ezekiel 25:17 in your bible.

Songs used

"Ninetailed Demon Fox" by Toshiro Masuda from "Naruto"—Rachel seeing Mulan

"Sexy" by Toshiro Masuda from "Naruto"—Mulan changing

Vocabulary

"Ni hui bu hui shuo yingwen?"—this is Mandarin for "Can you speak English?"

"Wo hui shuo yingwen…ni weishenme wen wo?"—Mandarin for "I speak English…why are you asking?"

Huo Mulan—a play on Hua Mulan, a character in a Chinese poem. Yes, that's the very same Mulan that Disney made a movie on.