Double posting for those who like to make TF2 poses and stuff...
Meet the Announcer!
http://www.garrysmod.org/downloads/?a=view&id=96257
Facepunch topic:
http://www.facepunch.com/showthread.php?t=924476
The Announcer
A short story by Dusty12
The Announcer sat puffing on her cigarette, rereading RED's intelligence again and again to come up with new plans for the Engineer. A dark figure came out of the shadows and threw a cigarette butt at the bottom of her desk.
"Bonjour, mademoiselle."
The Announcer looked up from her papers, fairly surpised.
"Hello, Mr. Spy. It appears you have succeeded in your endeavor of finding me. You do realize, of course, this is a breach of your contract."
"It has come to my attention that you have given BLU intelligence some rather...incriminating photos of myself and the BLU scout's mother. All I request is that these photos be....removed. If not, the least I can say is that the mercenaries would be very interest in hearing about TF Industries and who is really behind all of this."
"I can't believe you're suggesting what I think you are."
"Come now, mademoiselle. A gentleman cannot have such improper photos circulating. I'm sure you agree,
Helen."
"Don't call me that!"
"Be reasonable, mademoiselle. As I said before, I'm sure the other mercenaries would love to hear about TF Industries..."
"You know NOTHING about TF Industries! This is bigger than you, bigger than both teams, bigger than me! Hell, it's bigger than Saxton Hale himself! There are things you don't know about, strange things. Things which force me to watch you dumbasses blow yourselves apart each day!"
"So I know nothing, do I? Well then please,
enlighten me, mademoiselle."
"My pleasure."
"Any questions? I didn't think so."
And so, the real identity of TF Industries is safe and our lovable mercenaries will continue to kill, blisfully unaware of the higher powers that put them to work. Maybe even higher than the Administrator herself.
Or will they?
