"Ma'am, the new recruit has almost reached the RED base," said Ms. Pauling holding her clipboard. She only saw a cloud of smoke rise from the chair. "Ma'am, are you sure about this?"

"Why not? Her parents wanted her safe, and so I give her protection. And one that makes her helpful on the battlefield," said the Administrator, watching a screen that shows a young female exiting the train. "Plus, I want to see how well the two teams will adapt in having a female on the battlefield." She puffed another smoke.

Ms. Pauling stayed silent for a few seconds. "Understood, ma'am." She left the room and walked down the hall, stopping to look once more at the profile attached to her clipboard.

Name: Miller, Terry

Class: Archer

Age: 25

Height: 5"7'

Weight: 120lbs

Hair: Black Eyes: Emerald

Weapons: Bow & Arrow, Pistol, No Melee Weapon

That, along with a picture, was printed on the first page. Ms. Pauling sighed, glancing back at the Administrator's door.

"Hey, this is the last stop. Get off." The conductor loomed over a warmly dressed figure that wore a red sweater and dark blue jeans with combat boots. The figure sat up and grabbed her luggage along with a small duffle bag. She exited the train and watched it leave. Her green eyes then traveled to the building and battlefield that stood before her.

"So this is TeuFort. At least things here won't be a bore." She walked toward the RED base, but she couldn't help but feel another presence besides hers. Her duffle bag dropped to her side as someone uncloaked behind her. She stepped back and as the RED Spy was about to back stab her, she grabbed his arm and flipped him over her. She got on top of him and, still holding onto his wrist, pointed his own butterfly knife to his throat. Her emerald eyes met with gray-blue eyes. "What an interesting way to greet a new recruit." His eyes widened due to hearing a female's voice. "Unless you are an enemy spy, that is." She grabbed her duffle bag which made Spy realize that she got off him. He turned to his side and got up, brushing the dust and dirt off his suit.

"Zat I am not, mademoiselle. I had to make sure zat you were not ze BLU Spy, and, if you were ze new recruit, zat you are capable to actually be on ze team," Spy said as he fixed his wrinkled sleeve and cuff.

"Yo, where are you Frenchie?" The door burst open and Scout's eyes gazed from the hooded figure to Spy, and back. "Yo, who the fu-" He was stopped by Spy.

"Our new recruit, petit garcon. Notify the rest of the team and tell them to go to the meeting room."

Scout was about to retaliate, but then he received a glare from the French-man. The Bostonian grumbled. "Shape-shifting rat." And with that, Scout left, leaving the door open.

"My apologies. He interrupted me as I was about to properly introduce myself." Spy gingerly grabbed her hand, bowing slightly. "I am known as ze Spy, mademoiselle, and you may call me as such." He kissed the top of her soft hand.

"Archer. It's nice to meet you," she said as she slipped her hand out of his grasp and let it rest at her side. She grabbed the handle of her luggage and, much to her protest, Spy carried her duffle bag.

The two, after setting Archer's bags in her room, headed to the Mess hall. Introductions began which were soon followed by Soldier yelling out sexist comments.

"What is this? Why on earth would they let a woman here? This is a man's war; females are not allowed on the battlefield! They belong in the house, cleaning and cooking!"

Archer turned to the one who called himself the Engineer, or Engie for short. "Is he always like this?"

"You'll get used t' it, lil miss. By the way, what's with the hood?" Engie pointed to the hood covering her head.

"Oh, sorry. I forget I leave this on." She removed her hood to reveal shoulder-length black hair and emerald eyes. "Well, I better go back to my room and unpack my belongings and stuff," Archer said nonchalantly, turning around and heading out of the room.

"What the hell is the Administrator thinking? Letting a female join the war; it's crazy!" yelled Soldier, soon after Archer left.

"I would say otherwise, monsieur. Archer is very capable, trust me." Spy puffed out some smoke.

"How do you know that, French-man?"

"I have my ways," he said, not making eye-contact to anyone.

Engineer rubbed the back of his neck and headed for the door. "I'm gonna prepare dinner. I'll call ya'll when it's ready."

After Engie left, the rest of the team went back to what they usually do after a battle with the BLUs.