|| The Sweetest Class ||

Prologue || Failure

     "Next time try killing one of them." The familiar voice of the announcer rang into the ears of the RED Team. Another flawless defeat. As if losing for the 30th time in 3 months wasn't already humiliating enough, she had to rub it in their faces. The BLU team celebrated as RED died again.

     It was painful to watch and be a part of. The Administrator was at her wit's end with this tomfoolery. Once, RED and BLU could fight and be an exciting experience -unable to guess who would destroy the other. Now? RED could barely scrape by with a win every other month. It wasn't for lack of trying on both ends.
  "What should we do, ma'am?" Miss Pauling -the young, purple-clad secretary of the Administrator- pushed up her glasses. She was concerned about RED's declining performance but wasn't aware of its extent until today.
  "Something drastic... It seems I have to call an old friend..." Her fingers angrily tapped against the arm of her chair. Her golden eyes flickered for a second before nodding -turning back to its dark steel gray color.
  "Hand me the phone. She'll be eager to come to Tenfort."

~~~

     The soft smell of oil permeated the airfield. After World War 2, Canada's Royal Airforce was well known on a global scale. However, there was only one mechanic shop that the Royal Airforce would even let near their planes -especially when their crew is better than any aeronautical engineers and their technicians.
  "(Y/n)! (Y/n)! Where are you?!" A male called out, looking between hangers trying to find his youngest child.

     "Over here!" A sweet voice called out, her cheeks stuffed with maple-flavored hard candies. Her light blue coverall top was covered in black oil stains. Her (long hair was tied back into a tight ponytail fed through the small opening in/ short hair was covered by) the baseball cap with the logo "(L/N) FAMILY MECHANICS" plastered in the front. Her dark brown pants matched the oil stains on her top. Her left cheek even had a rubbed-on oil stain.
  "Girl! Come down here and answer the telephone. Some woman said she's got a big job for you." The girl's father huffed, tired of looking for her. Jumping down from the Airspeed Horsa, (Y/n) took off her dirty orange gloves and took the phone.
  "(L/n) Family Mechanics! (Y/n) speaking!" The girl hummed.
  "It's been a while, hasn't it?" A familiar voice called out.
  "Well now! I haven't heard from you since you need those fixes -discreetly" (Y/n) lowered her voice at that last part, walking away from her father. Those fixes? Hiding bodies in the northern parts of Canada under ice, snow, and bear shit.

     "I have a job for you in Teufort, New Mexico. A team of mine has recently lost their motivation. I believe a fresh face on the scene could motivate these 9 men."
  "Any women on base?"
  "No, but my secretary will visit and hand out missions from time to time."
  "I'll bite, you pay extraordinarily well. You don't need to discuss the money, just send it to the same account as the last job. But, I do have to ask for a time frame -family's gonna ask questions."
  "Permanently. Pack red cool clothing. I will provide a uniform, but you provide your casual clothing and undergarments."
  "Right, I'll head out tomorrow morning. So, I'll be there in the evening/afternoon."
  "Good, talk to you when you arrive." The mysterious woman hung up, causing a chuckle to leave the young girl's lips. Now, she had to pack for a new journey.

~~~

     "What do you mean we're gettin' a new teammate?!" The Bostonian looked more confused at the secretary's words than anyone else. Some looked ashamed, others were desperate, and some were angry. But, Scout? He was confused.
  "The Administrator said, due to repeated failures and almost zero redemption progress, she has decided to hire a new mercenary." Miss Pauling repeated for the 10th time, her voice monotone and her brown eyes scanning each mercenary.
  "What class?" Spy lit a cigarette, attempting to keep his cool.
  "She's called Fixer, according to what the Administrator told me."
  "'She'? So, the new teammate's a lass?" Demo looked up from his drink.
  "Yes. If you want any more details, then I'm sorry. Fixer was a surprise to even me. I've never run into this woman." Miss Pauling adjusted her glasses. Unsatisfied, Spy shot a familiar disappointed look.
  "Right, when is Fixer comin'?" Engineer -desperate for any kind of change- sighed.
  "Tomorrow afternoon or early evening. She's flying herself down in her own plane. As such, you all won't have missions for the next coming week to get acquainted with your new teammate." Miss Pauling continued.