A/N: Due to my experiences of being a female (Spy) player on TF2 servers, I've decided to make a fanfic somewhat relevant to my 'collected encounters' in the game. I will however use a female character that is nothing like me, just so you don't think I'm trying to imply that I've been 'sucked into the TF2 universe'. Note that this character is HELPING TO MAKE A STORY and is not just created to reflect upon the times I did things as a Spy. I'm personally getting tired of those sorts of writings.

Disclaimer: Valve owns TF2 and its characters

Note: Use Google Translator to decipher the foreign languages in this fic if you can't figure it out yourself. Thank you.


I already know of the events that will occur after I step off of this train. The wheels screech to a halt as I finally arrive to the ever so famous 2fort I've heard about. The training I had to endure before coming to this somewhat eerie place could never have prepared me for what I would have to go through now. Both RED and BLU are not even remotely aware of my arrival. It is not because I'm a Spy either. It is mainly because I am a woman. There was a reason why I, a female, came. Simple, because the bastards who were in charge of signing up employees made a mistake and allowed my contract to pass through the wrong location. They couldn't fix it because it was too late by the time the paperwork was filled out. I'll probably end up as the first and last Spy girl on RED team, not that I truly mind. I don't expect another mistake like that to be made again though. God forbid a woman gets to work alongside with men to take part in a war. Then again, there are the circumstances where the men could-

"Hey guys, we got our new Spy!" a far away but loud voice hollered from the entrance of the RED base. He is quite the distance from the train; I noted when I looked out the window. How on Earth can I hear him so well?

I broke out of my daydream, finding myself unprepared and high-strung. I hastily got to my feet, gathered my things from the overhead and recomposed myself in a cool manner. I descended down the train's stairs elegantly as the flailing Scout rushed over to me. I was surprised at his speed but from what I read in the files, this is a normal trait for his class.

My stomach tightened but my face only showed a small smirk of content. The Scout, bearing blonde hair with green eyes, had his hand extended to me, gleeful. That is until he got a good look at my… figure. His hand slowly lowered to his side, mouth agape. "You're a… girl." he trailed off with a blank stare.

I sighed impatiently and forcefully performed a handshake. "Eet iz very nice to meet 'ou, Monsieur." I let go of his limp hand but he continued to stare at me like a fool. I rolled my eyes, ignoring the young man, and continued my short voyage towards the RED base. Very much so like a novice, I could feel my body stiffen as my fellow REDs started grouping outside of the crimson foundation.

I felt my throat go dry as the figures began to approach me. They were distracted amongst themselves with mindless chatter before they finally noticed my gender upon taking their time to finally inspect me. Oh, how I wish I could cloak right now. The decision to do so was too late for the whole team was already in front of me, gazes varying from person to person. I swallowed, trying to get saliva to form in my mouth. A Spy never reveals their true emotions. I intend to keep that policy. It was part of my training at the academy, after all.

The men of RED did exactly what I expected. It seemed as though everyone had their jaws hanging with wide eyes. I internally shrugged and spoke as professionally as I could. "Ahem. Bonjour, my comrades. I do believe your Scout iz broken."

"WHY ARE ALL OF YOU MAGGOTS- "the Soldier stopped in his tracks upon seeing me. He was working his way to the front, being in the back the whole time. He was probably the only one who hadn't noticed my appearance until now. "WHY IS THERE A FEMALE COUNTERPART OF OUR PREVIOUS SPY HERE? I WANT ANSWERS!"

I felt sweat forming under my V-neck collar. I'm in trouble for being a girl, apparently. A breeze of wind brushed past me and suddenly the dumb-struck Scout from earlier appeared in-between the Soldier and I. "Wait dude!" he pleaded with his arms in a defensive position. "She's cool!"

"LAD, I DO NOT ACCEPT LADIES ON MY TEAM!" the Soldier screamed, clearly not going to listen to reason. Sexist bastard...

The Scout went on his knees which earned a puzzled look from me and his other teammates. "Pleeeeease let her stay! Please, please, please, please, please-"

"ALRIGHT!" the Soldier surrendered. He then turned towards my direction and glared grudgingly at me from under his dented helmet. "I'LL BE KEEPING TABS ON YOU LITTLE MISSY." After his threat, he stormed off into the base without another word.

"Did I… do somezhing wrong?" I asked the rest of the team, feelings not hurt but instead wondering why the sergeant's angered so much by my presence.

Before any of them could reply, the Scout rose to his feet and spoke without any hint of serenity in his voice. "Nope! He's just an ass. Dun worry 'bout 'em. So, uh, anyways…" the Scout turned to face his squad. He pointed his thumb towards me. "This is uh…" the Scout then whispered. "Who are ya again?"

I nonchalantly answered in a calm murmur. "Zhe Spyress."

The Scout blushed as he heard my reply but quickly recovered and faced his comrades once more. "Tha Spyress." Did he forget that he already knew who I was? With all do respect, this boy is an imbecile... or just plain out love struck.

I heard a wolf whistle in the crowd of men. I pinched the bridge of my nose, disgruntled. I then stepped in front of the Scout. "May I please go to my living quarters now, mes alliés?"

The Engineer squeezed past the group of men. "Well sure thang lil' lady. Of course I reckon you'll need a guide." I couldn't help but smile lightly at the short laborer's respectful notion.

As soon as the hard-hatted fellow finished, a few hands shot up from the crowd, someone yelling out for me to pick them. I waved as a gesture for them to lower their arms. A look of disappointment was obvious on my face. I expected these men to be more civil… We are all professionals, right?

I glanced over my comrades. The team's Sniper glared at me. The back of my neck grew hot as we stared at each other. I broke the trance and decided to look over my other teammates. The cold stare I received from that rugged man made me feel uneasy. Perhaps it's best I keep my distance for now.

There was the Pyro I read about in the pantlet who I couldn't seem to decipher when I saw 'it' since 'it's' wearing a gas mask. I couldn't even make out 'it's' body expression. Since it does not seem like the best alternative, I'll just ignore this thing unless attention towards it is needed.

The Demoman seemed very… attracted to me. He was the first one to raise his hand when the Engie first spoke out and the source of the shouting. No doubt the one-eyed African American is drunk. He keeps wavering from right to left even when standing in one place, mumbling things to himself with a sheepish grin.

The Heavy seemed too distracted eating his sandwich to care about my identity as a woman. I didn't find this too disappointing in the least. He seems so powerful though. Perhaps if he wasn't so engulfed with his food he might just appear less child-like to me.

The Medic, who stood beside the Heavy, rubbed his chin, musing as he seemingly scrutinized my every feature. I don't understand why he would though. Do I amuse him in some way? I'll have to ask him later if I care to remember.

The Engineer seemed to be okay with me. Out of everyone so far he seems like the kind, civilized gentleman I've been searching for in this group of mercenaries.

No matter who I choose, there's going to be someone unenthusiastic with being my formal host. That is unless it's Scout. I shrugged inwardly and chose one of my comrades who piqued my curiosity the most. "Zhe Medic."

"Medic?" the Scout questioned out loud. He seemed glum, as expected.

The crowd of men began to banter suddenly. It was so mixed up I couldn't really make out what was being said. The Scout then abruptly shouted, ceasing them from getting any more audible. "Shaddup, guys!" Scout took out his bat and waved it around in a threatening manner. It was easy to tell that the boy was trying to win my affection and attention by acting 'masculine' and bold. It's not working as well as he thinks, however. "Let Spyress and Medic get inta tha base! Back off!"

Everyone raised a brow as the Scout twirled his bat about in the air. I shook my head and gestured the Medic to lead. He hesitated at first, eying me carefully, then gave a small smile and took the offer. I followed in suite behind him.

As we entered the base I immediately caught the smell of the men's perspiration and a strange hint of oil mixed with dust. Quite musky and overwhelming but I had the stable senses to keep myself from gagging or coughing. As we strode along, the Medic kept peering over at me by turning his head almost subtly over his shoulder. I cleared my throat in discomfort, deciding to confront the lab coat wearing gentleman. "Iz zhere something wrong, médecin?"

The Medic ceased walking and faced me with a somewhat nervous air. "Forgive me, but I vind it interesting how a vemale could have joined zhis organization and seem so professional at zhe same time."

My mouth twitched with mild irritation. Was he suggesting that women were inferior to men? He's nearly as bad as that Soldier! "Excusez moi?" I tried not to sound offended in the event I may sound unprofessional.

The Medic flinched and waved a hand. "Ah, zhat's not vhat I…" pausing, the Medic sighed in defeat."Nevermind."

As we continued, I sensed the Medic's anxiety. I feel slightly confused by his attitude but what exactly was he trying to imply? As I pondered, we arrived at my dorm. It was part of a long hallway consisting of my team's' rooms. Mine was at the end of the corridor, it seemed. The Medic was kind enough to open the door for me. I gave him a courteous nod as I entered.

The room was basic. Bland white walls and floor with a bed, a nightstand with a single table lamp, and to top it all off, a wardrobe with vanity.

The Medic fiddled his gloved fingers together, most likely from the aftereffects of our previous conversation. "I apologize for zhe simplicity of zhe room."

"Eet's not your fault, Monsieur." I assured as I graced the bed's covers with my hand. Not too hard but certainly not what you find in four star hotels. "Every room iz like zhis, non?"

Shrugging with a nod, the middle-aged doctor awkwardly studied me over once again. I found it uncomfortable and at this point incredibly annoying.

"What iz eet now, doctor?" I tilted my head in wonderment, still restraining myself from losing my temper, let alone my cool demeanor.

He instantly shook out of his reverie and inched his way towards the door. "I must be going now." he suddenly announced.

The Medic shut the door swiftly behind him. I could see that his face was red before he left. I sighed and sat on my bed. How awful it is trying to get used to my surroundings while dealing with preposterous sexist issues. I should've disguised as a male Spy before coming here. Perhaps then I could've gotten a chance to fit in before revealing my true identity as a woman. I suppose I can just brush this feeling of strain away until I get comfortable here.

I got up from my not-so-comfy bed and turned for the door. I was about to reach for the knob until it flew open wildly. Before I could react the frame of the door connected to my forehead; making me see stars as I fell backwards onto my back. My vision blurred and my skull throbbed. Well this was most definitely not in my training…

"Oh my god! I'm totally sorry!" a high pitched voice panicked. I peered up at my 'attacker' with my palm pressed against the bump on my cranium. "You okay?"

My vision improved after blinking a couple times and rubbing the injury, however the pain was another story. I got up from the ground, nonetheless, and recognized Scout. Brushing myself off, I noticed he was hyperventilating from worry. With a sigh I gave the young boy a piercing stare, still holding my head from the pain. "Not a very good first impression…" I mumbled from under my breath.

Scout clasped his hands together. "I'm sorry, please forgive me! Seriously, I-"

"Alright, alright." I waved my unused hand to stop his rambling. My head felt like it was constricted with chains. The hyperactive boy before me bit his bottom lip as I shook my head, almost sympathetically. "Just tell moi what 'ou want."

"I, uh… Er, forget it!" he stammered. The athletic ruffian rushed out of the room faster than when he had come in. Why is it that everyone must run out of my room with such great haste?

Still cradling the bump on my head, I decided to take a nap. Visiting the Medic would mean voyaging outside of my sanctuary. I know for a fact that I wouldn't make it without passing out from the throbbing pain. I wasn't in the mood to talk to any of my allies either. They'd only make my migraine worse.

Partially exhausted, I climbed onto my bed and lied down. I didn't bother getting into my night clothes since that would require work so instead I only threw off my boots. Work would only assist my massive headache in getting worse. I'll only take a cat nap. Throwing the covers over myself and making myself comfortable under the sheets, my eyelids were already growing heavy and I began to find myself starting to fall asleep.


ALERT! THE ENEMY HAS TAKEN OUR INTELLIGENCE

My head popped off the bed instantly as soon as I awoke. Though my headache disappeared, I realized that there was no time to rest up completely. I threw on my formal footwear as fast as I could. I straightened my suit along with my skort. Hastily, I reached into my pockets to confirm my weapons. Revolver, butterfly knife, sappers and disguise kit. Everything was there. My cloaking device was strapped to my wrist like a watch so there was no need to check for it.

I heard battle cries from outside the base and assumed that my team had started their hunt for out Intel before me. Flustered with myself for not being prepared for my first battle, I sprinted out of my room. As I headed for my sewers I cloaked. If I'm going to be stealthy I'll have to be as sneaky as possible. This is my first time on the battlefield so I can't leave a bad impression.

I successfully entered the enemy's sewers, my long black hair damp from water. Nobody seems to be down here so I decided to hide in the corner of the sewer's small room and disguise as the enemy Spy. It feels weird looking like a man but I'll have to get used to it. The two bases consist of only men. I pulled a cigarette from the case before putting it away. I lit it up and took a quick drag of it. If I remember correctly, most Spies smoke. I don't and never plan on make a habit of smoking them, but this is for the mission. I crept out of the corner cautiously and tried to get into character before taking my first casual step towards the stairs. I have no clue how to behave so I'll just stay out of anyone's way when I get upstairs.

Almost instantly, before I could finish taking my third step, I heard a de-cloaking sound behind me. A smell of cheap cigarettes filled the air, causing a cold chill to run down my spine. Instinctively I turned only to face an enemy Spy, which admittedly was more surprising than I expected.

His butterfly knife was out while I had nothing out at all. I reacted too slow as he grabbed me by the throat and slammed me into the nearest wall. His knife was against my neck but my disguise still held up. To anyone else, the scene occurring as of now would be strange for the BLU Spy would appear to be attacking a doppelganger of himself.

The drag in between my lips fell to the ground, rolling away from me and my offender across the concrete ground. I can barely speak or breathe. "Sta-…" was all I could say. My plea for him to 'stop' was cut off by my lack of oxygen. His grip is getting dangerously tight.

The enemy Spy laughed at my misfortune, his eyes never leaving mine. "Why don't 'ou drop your disguise so I can look into your eyes as I gut 'ou like a Cornish game hen?" a smug, dastardly grin decorated his face, clearly amused by his own wit.

I decided it was best to cooperate and dropped my disguise. The once intimidating BLU Spy's face turned from sadistic to bewildered. The knife against my throat lowered slightly to my shoulders. I took deep breaths, trying my best to recompose myself for the upcoming assault I have planned for the BLU Spy. I'll have to engage my plot when he's completely vulnerable though.

The BLU Spy blinked, his daunted gaze quite apparent. "Une femme?"

I sneaked my hand into my pocket, trying to grab my revolver as stealthily as possible. As I did, I figured I'd humor the Spy just for kicks and giggles. "What of eet, mon cher?"

The BLU Spy did something very out of the ordinary. He put his butterfly knife away, stopping me from currently unfolding my plan. As he did this crazy act, his expression softened. My muscles tensed as he approached me in a serene manner, his expression flirtatious. My hand was now in my pocket, fingers wrapped around the revolver. If he made any dramatic movements, he would be dead. That is, if I manage to take a good clean shot without aiming.

Suddenly, the Spy cloaked as he began to approach me. "Merde…" I cursed to myself. I shouldn't have let my guard down so easily. I should have shot him the second he lowered his weapon. He's probably going to backstab me now. I reached my hand towards the cloaking device on my wrist when I heard a strange electric sound and smelled the same scent from before. I nearly jumped out of my suit when two blue arms wrapped themselves around my waist. What was he doing? I tried to move my hand from my pocket so I could shoot the cheeky bastard but with no success. His arms hooked mine tightly behind me before I got the chance to whip my weapon out.

He chuckled at my struggling and apparent frustration. "Ah, Mademoiselle, 'ow did 'ou make eet 'ere? Males can only attend zhis war."

I attempted to wiggle out of his hold but it didn't make a difference. His grip was strong and I was still slightly groggy from waking up earlier. "Headquarters made a mistake. Eet doesn't matter though. I'm just as good as any man on either team." Of course this statement was far from the truth. I was a newcomer and, saying this in my team's perspective, a female one at that. I'm viewed as the weakest person on RED team, no doubt.

"Ohohoho! Ma cherri, I would 'ave believed 'ou eef 'ou weren't taken by surprise by moi." BLU Spy mocked with pride.

I rolled my eyes. Of course he was going to be a jackass about my naivety. I'm not even close to being a veteran. I peered over my shoulder and looked into his icy blue eyes. "Zhis position iz getting rather awkward. Get off…" I growled.

I regretted saying that as soon as I finished stating it. I could see in my peripheral vision that the blue suited man had gone about thinking to himself, his grin turning quite devilish from the ideas he conjured. Was I really that foolish to even hint such a thing? Did I honestly give him the idea to…? I panicked at the thought and forcefully pulled out of the man's grasp and whipped out my revolver. I was slower than I liked but he seemed distracted enough for me to turn on him and fire a shot into his cranium. I didn't see a dead ringer on him so I'm almost positive of his death. I wonder if it's possible to smuggle both devices into the field... I shakily pulled a cigarette out from my disguise kit and lit it up. I don't smoke but I'm still going as the enemy Spy. I took his appearance and continued my voyage up the stairs, refusing to look back at his corpse.

What is this odd feeling? Fear? Sadness?...Adrenaline? It didn't matter to me when I reached the top. Work needs to be done, not mindless thinking. The disguise kit I received after graduating from the academy came with a voice changer. Thanks to that useful feature, I can sound just like the BLU spy. The enemy Soldier stopped to stare at me as I paced my way towards their courtyard. I gave him a crooked smile. This convinced the Soldier that I was his teammate and continued onwards towards the BLU fort's courtyard. I then made my way up towards the courtyard's stairs.

THE ENEMY HAS DROPPED OUR INTELLIGENCE

I smiled inwardly to myself. Everyone on BLU will be busy trying to recapture our Intel while I'll be busy capturing theirs. I have no Spy to worry about either so things should run much more smoothly than I originally planned. A few BLU mercenaries exited from their infirmary as I tried to make my way down the spiral, so, I hastily pretended to be busy picking a disguise into my disguise kit while the BLUs scurried outside without even batting a lash. I made sure everyone was gone before slipping into their Intel room. It was quiet and all I could hear the beeping and hissing of machines. I walked into the room with the briefcase. There it was, all for the taking. I took a few steps before I heard a Texan accent stop me in my tracks. Caught in the act!

"Spah? What you doin' down here?" the Engineer asked. I turned to see the enemy Engie in a blind corner of the room. Beside him was a level two sentry with a matching dispenser right behind him. "Shouldn't you be in tha enemy's base?"

"But of course!" I protested, hoping my training was efficient enough so that my performance was convincing. "'owever, I wanted a word with 'ou in private…" I ended in a whisper.

The Engineer scratched the back of his head with his wrench. "Uh, sure! What is it, pardner?"

"For starters, you should build a dispenser at zhe entrance of our sewers. I 'ave been in zhe enemy base and they've been planning on a sewer rush. At zhe end of zhe battle they're going to raid our sewers. I say zhis to 'ou privately because of zhe enemy Spy…" an idea then struck me. "Or should I say from my recent discoveries, zhe Spyress."

The Engineer gaped. "A dame, huh? How'd she join tha war?"

"A filing error I'd presume." I kept up my superior demeanor, at least telling the half truth. I figured the enemy Spy had quite the ego on him. "Nonezheless, can 'ou do eet?"

The Engineer fixed the helmet on his head and threw his wrench over his shoulder. "I reckon I can. Thanks pardner. Lemme just finish upgradin' mah buildin' an' I'll get to it." with that, the blue laborer jogged out of the room.

I didn't dare to make a move for the Intel until I was sure the Engie was gone. I waited an extra fifteen seconds just for good measure. After the time limit was reached, the time to strike was now. Hastily, I pulled out my sappers. I sapped the sentry first and then the dispenser. Dropping my disguise, I boldly made a grab for the enemy's intelligence.

WE HAVE TAKEN THE ENEMY'S INTELLIGENCE

Now for the tricky part. I have to make a run for the RED base without the help of my disguises or cloaking device. I certainly didn't hesitate when I snatched up the Intel. I ran for the exit first thing. Suddenly I heard a possible enemy approaching me so I silently rushed into a shadowed corner. I watched as a Demoman, a Sniper and a Scout scurried past me and disappeared into their Intelligence. I took advantage of this moment and sprinted off towards their battlements. The sun shone on my face upon reaching outside. I leaped off from the battlements, almost hurting myself in the process, but pressed onwards. It was then I saw my only safe option. I can run through RED's sewers, which is definitely safer than running through BLU's. I'm almost finished wish my first mission. Before jumping into the murky waters I was caught by the sleeve and pulled into a familiar embrace.

"Zhat was sneaky, Mademoiselle." The Spy's voice cooed in my ear, his breath hot against my skin.

My knees buckled and a lump caught in my throat. He was dead! I could have sworn he didn't have a dead ringer on him. Wait... my pondering had not been in vain! BLU Spy is carrying two watches, and according to the regulations that I looked over for 2fort, that is highly prohibited and is undeniably punishable.

Suddenly, another plan hatched from my brain. I decided to play 'the victim'. This Spy seems like a real ladies man so it has to work. I made my voice more breathy and feminine than usual. I whispered back at the BLU Spy in a seductive voice, hating every second of it. "Oh, Spy. S'il vous plait, forgive moi. I did not mean to hurt 'ou…" the Spy paused at this. I smiled inwardly and kept the act up. "Will 'ou forgive me?"

I heard his breath catch in his throat. Once again taking advantage of the moment, I sneakily pulled out my butterfly knife and started to embrace him. War waged around us blindly as we stood there, the moment seemingly frozen in time. The man responded to my hug by slowly wrapping his arms around me, this is getting to the point of me getting ill, but alas I must keep it up a bit longer. My BLU adversary leaned forward, triggering my attack. I raised my arm and plunged the knife deep into the Spy's back, eliciting a painful wail as he let go of me, cursing me through his fading glare, dropping to a lifeless heap on the ground. I didn't bother to hesitate as I strapped the Intel more securely onto my back and dropped into the water underneath the bridge.

Upon entering my base's sewers I heard a major ruckus from above.

"Did ya see that, lads?" a Demo's accent asked in awe.

"The REDs Spy is a freakin' girl?" the BLU Scout raved.

"Doktor, ve vill be needing new Spy, da?" the enemy Heavy questioned.

"Ja…" I heard the faint, echoic reply from the BLU's Medic as I continued up the stairs.

The rest of my trip went smoothly. I captured the intelligence without a single problem, allies throwing a 'job well done' here and there as I traveled into our Intel room.

RED TEAM WINS

Today's battle was over. I know not of the points we gained while I was sleeping but I know that the one I contributed to definitely made a difference. Everyone on the battlefield should be heading back into the base by now.


"I 'ope ya know I saved yer life." the Sniper, who I thought supposedly hated me, commented.

The whole team gathered in the wreck room to celebrate today's successful victory. Everyone who was talking amongst themselves directed their attention towards the Aussie after he finished. I raised an inquiring brow at him. "May I ask as to 'ow?"

"I saw ya comin' towards the base wit the Intel when I zoomed in and got a good glimpse of a blue dot on ya. The enemy Snipah had his sights on ya, sheila. Well, that is 'til I killed 'im before he got the chance ta do ya in on yer first day." he responded without sounding or looking smug in any way. He appears friendlier than when I first saw him. I wonder if my proof of competence is the reason why.

I am lost for words, though. He saved my life? Wait, perhaps he only did it because I was carrying the intelligence… Whether that was the case or not I feel thankful nonetheless. "Merci, Sniper. I shall not take your kindness lightly."

"It seems tha enemy Spoi had a thing for ya, mate." the Sniper tipped his hat up to stare more intently at me, sort of ignoring my obliged comment. "I saw 'im grabbin' at ya before ya carved anoice hole inta his back. You alroight?"

"Eet was probable zhe most uncomfortable situation I 'ave been in since I've gotten 'ere." I mentioned, now warmly smiling a little bit. "And trust me, zhere was a lot of uncomfortable situations." I finished in a humorous tone, a positive smirk plastering itself on my lips.

The team chuckled merrily at the dark themed joke. I found it slightly surprising that even the Soldier seemed happy about my presence for once today. I saw the Demo eyeing me hungrily and I tried to pay no mind. He was drunk anyways and most likely losing his ability to think clearly. The Scout, still trying to win my heart for some odd reason, got up from his seat to make a rather pointless announcement. "You left a pretty good impression for yer first day, Spyress."

"Much appreciated Scout. 'owever I must thank all of 'ou for distracting zhe enemy while I infiltrated zheir base." I eyed them all thoughtfully. I admit they probably weren't trying to distract BLU for me but I felt empty of words for the moment since felt like complimenting them in some way. It would be rather unlady-like of me to do so otherwise. "Zhe Spy was my only obstacle but eet could 'ave been worse, non?"

Most nodded casually while others muttered positive responses. The Pyro, however, then made a comment, waving a hand as 'it' spoke. "Hmm hmmph. Hudda hm, hmphmm. Hummph huh!"

The room fell silent. We all glanced over at the Pyro. After a few seconds of silence we all bursted out laughing. Why? I'm not entirely sure but it most likely had to do with the fact we had no idea what the creature was saying. Nonetheless, all that matters to me at the moment is that I probably proved myself to my team and, as of now, everyone seems to be warming up to me. We joked and carried on for the rest of the night. Tomorrow is all-day ceasefire. In other words: a day off. Maybe I can benefit from this and get to know my teammates better.

Having to spend the rest of my days at 2fort, I'll be able to prove myself more to my team and even the enemy. People will die along the way and eventually I will too but all we can do now is live this life as I wait for those days to come. I think I may have proved a point to all of these men in the end. Woman can be just as good as men on the battlefield. It's not gender that makes a difference. It's the skill and intelligence of an individual that decides one's ability in war.


Yes I rewrote this chapter. Looking back on it I realized how half-heartily it was done. I corrected some things and improved some scenes that wouldn't effect the story to a grand degree. I may do this to others as I look back and have time. Hope you guys like the improvements!