Everyone was twitchy, Spy could see it. Who wouldn't since the person they were seeing could be the embodiment of Lucifer himself. Spy (Real name unknown) glanced at his team and then rubbed his eyes. The Scout, aptly named as Ethan Flash, tried to pretend he was alright by pretending he was raring to meet Helen, the Administrator. It would have been well hidden, had he not gone to the toilet for the fifth time. Even his most trusted comrade, the Sniper, Daniel Sharpe, was trying not to let suspense kill him by entering a conversation with the Engineer, Archimedes "Archie" Steele, on how they could modify his rifle without letting the Administrator finding out. Jacob Blitzkrieg, the Medic, was looking at his wallet again, the sentimental fool. Burns the Pyro was having a incoherent conversation with someone on the phone.

"Spy! What are we called for?" Mikhail Vladimirov, the Heavy Weapons Guy, asked him.

"'ow am I supposed to know, Mon ami?" Spy took another puff of smoke and exhaled it with his nostrils.

Mikhail shifted uncomfortably. "We…"

Spy lifted his eyebrows as his eyes closed. "Apparently, the cat is out of ze bag. Yes, I had an affair with ze chain-smoking seductress."

Mikhail sighed in relief, Spy wasn't –

Spy stabbed him in the face, the blood got on to his suit but for the moment he didn't care.

" 'O said I had an affair with ze Administrator?"

"Was it you, Gage?" Spy asked, his blade pointing at the wasted Demoman.

Without waiting for an answer, he stabbed him in the chest. Then Ethan, then Burns, and then the Soldier, Sargeant Cran and lastly, Archie. Only Daniel and Jacob were left standing but still, it didn't stop him from glancing at them suspiciously.

"Oy, Spy, I was still talking to Archie," Daniel said with a frown. He shrugged since they would just respawn soon.

"Really, Spy. Must you kill them now? The Administrator vould be furious at them if –" Then Jacob glanced at him with an evil smile. "Oh I see."

"BLU, the Administrator would like to see you now," Miss Pauling's voice came from the speakers.

"Year 2011 and no one except 'Ale seems to see 'er as approachable," Spy said," I pity our predecessors."

"Got that darn right," Daniel replied.

No one except Spy could open the door, so as his hands inched towards it. He heard a shout.

"Don't go without us!" Mikhail screamed, in desperation he ran towards them.

"Dammit, hurry Spy! Or that tub o' lard is going to pancake us to the wall!"

Spy opened the door quickly and almost severed half of Jacob to the door when he closed it as fast as he could. He closed it in time. There was a thump and a dent with the shape of a fat man formed. The trio wiped away the imaginary sweat that formed on their foreheads and sighed in relief.

"Well, I suppose there would be a pay cut for the others you locked out of this office, Spy," the Administrator said dryly. Two chairs faced Helen who was behind her desk. "Anyway time is money and I do not want expense. So please, Gem, meet the residents of the place you are assigned to."

One chair turned to face them, revealing a petite brunette with the brown eyes. She stood up and approached them in a warm yet distant manner. She extended her hand to shake with theirs with an enigmatic smile. "Please to meet you, people call me Gem. From my accent, you can tell I'm a Briton."

Spy, instead of giving her a handshake, took her hand and kissed it. "My, gemme, eh? How –" He caught himself before he revealed anything from his personal life. Still, he added," Have we met before?"

Gem took an unnoticeable intake of breath. He wasn't one of them, was he?

"No, I don't think so, Monsieur. Unless you have not worn your mask?"

"I suppose so."

"Well, the names Daniel Sharpe," the Sniper said gruffly. There was something he found disturbing about Gem but he didn't know what. He didn't shake hands with her.

Medic did however. "Gem, eh? I have a daughter, her name is Rachel. She's about your age. Would you like to –"

"Let's cut the small talk, shall we?" the Administrator cut in briskly.

Spy nodded, being the de facto leader and spokesman when it came to the Administrator. "Alright."

"Teufort people want you out after being so messy. They claim it's like having a nuclear bomb in their homes and while I see it as an exaggeration, I still want something done before something like the press find out about it then they'll find out about us. It will be an expensive cycle as I will have to arrange those press to be killed, only to have other presses knowing then I have to send more assassins to clean it up. So Gem is going to be your maid, however if she is injured, molested, or killed, I will not only just fire you." She stopped at the last sentence, letting the gem of warning shine.

"Of course, Administrator. I'll treat her as if she's my own daughter," Spy said.

Daniel chocked.

Administrator's eyes narrowed. "Let's hope so, Spy. Tell the latecomers that they're lucky I'm in a good mood. Now Gem and I will be having some final words before I send her off with you."

Spy bowed and ushered the others and himself out.

"Apparently, the Administrator is in a good mood so she won't be punishing you all," Spy said to the others who were absent from the meeting.

"What do you mean? You killed us first!" Scout demanded.

"Yeah!" agreed Sgt. Cran.

"And who was it that spread my little secret?" Spy countered as he calmly put another cigar in his mouth. He lit it and inhaled deeply.

There were a few mumbles and Spy just blew out a puff of smoke and said," Thought so."

"Gem, now you're on your own here. Are you alright with that?" the Administrator asked.

"I'm going to be fine, A-Admin. You've already done so much for me." Still there was something Gem wanted to know before she left her. "You're not sorry he died?"

"Why do you think I didn't attend the funeral. We are related by blood, but blood alone does not a family make, don't you agree?"

Gem sighed. "Yes, Admin. I know."

"Goodbye, Gem, and take care of yourself."

"Goodbye, A-Admin."

Gem left her and went to meet her the mercs. The Spy saw her and approached her.

"Gem, eh? Ma gemme, what manners I have! Please call me Spy," the Spy said, he took her outstretched hand – as she was going to shake his hand – and kissed it.

Gem lifted her eyebrows in unexpectedness. That wasn't what men did everyday, unless they were playboys. Then again, he was the perfect embodiment of James Bond, a French James Bond, except that he was too old for her and he was not at all her type.

"Gem, eh? That's a pretty name. Have you seen me without my shirt? I look awesome," Ethan said.

"I didn't get your name, Mr?"

"Oh don't call me Mister, that's my dad. The name's Ethan." He would have said more hadn't Gem felt like she was being picked up like a kitten. And she was, by a tall hulking healthy Eastern European who examined her like a peddler's goods.

"You come clean? Yes?" Mikhail asked, he looked at her as if she were a phony.

"Da," Gem said, her face screamed "Got a problem with that?"

"Too scrawny, cannot clean Sasha, cannot clean Natascha as too heavy for you."

He dropped her without caring if she landed properly, and she didn't. She landed on the ground on her bottom with a thump.

"Well, let me help you there, sugar." A gloved hand was offered and she took it. The oil loosened her grip and she fell on the floor again.

"Poor belle," Spy said as he and Daniel were getting the van ready," Still her first day and she's already overwhelmed by our motley crew."

"Ya ya, sucks to be her," Daniel said indifferently.

"There's Sgt. Cran, 'e's … Oh dear, the petite gemme may be scarred for life."

"She's going to be scarred more when she's seen our living quarters. Everywhere has blood and dirt on it. Demoman and Ethan always get drunk to do whatever shit they do and they always end up damaging the walls if not the furniture. Good God, they're refuse to take a bath after a job and they smear whatever they were in in it, piss, blood, milk gone bad. I shudder when I think of her reaction. Except that, she's wearing a disguise."

"Yes, I fear it would be like the Director Incident half a century ago with the REDs."

"She doesn't have a camera."

"I've seen very small cameras in my heyday, Daniel."

The two men cautiously looked at the "poor" Gem, and they noticed a dangerous gleam in her eyes.

She fingered the locket containing a picture of her "family." She had to find that person. She didn't care how and she wanted answers.