Meet The Team

You step down from the plane, a droplet of sweat already falling into your eyes. It is unbearably hot in the badlands and you wonder uncharacteristically why anyone would fight for this land. After meeting the steel eyes of the Administrator, you push such pointless thoughts from your mind and assume a disciplined stance to rival hers. Without speaking, she evaluates you and flicks the ashes from her long cigarette to the ground.

"I am not happy," she tersely reveals. The Administrator's voice is quiet, but forceful. The young woman at her side shifted and pushed a pair of glasses over her worried face. Blind to her assistant's distress, the Administrator continued, "I trust you know what you're doing? I'd certainly hate to waste money and not get results."

The young woman approaches you and hands you a file. "These are the documents you'll need, Miss... uh."

You smile lightly as you take the folders from the secretary. "I'd prefer not to use my real name," you say. "Please refer to me as Miss Yellow."

"On behalf of Red and Blu Industries, Administrator Helen and I would like to welcome you to our company!" the frantic woman squeaks, lowering her head respectfully. She begins to stammer for another polite exchange, but is interrupted by the slightest of coughs by the Administrator.

"Miss Pauling?" the woman in purple asks, but does not wait for a response. "Leave."

As the overworried young woman scampers out of the room, you look up to the Administrator again. She wears a blank expression and does not look into your eyes, instead gazing far beyond you with a fixed glare. You wear your cordial smile still, but know that the formality is lost on this professional. You decide that you appreciate her frankness.

"In your hands you have complete dossiers on all of our active clients," she begins droning rapidly. She turns away from you and looks into the distance, gesturing slightly with her cigarette. "Since the most recent pushes to take the Northern Sawmill have failed, the Blu team has been in sluggish and began giving up entire control points due to apathy. We've watched as they stand in their locker rooms, idly wasting away as though they expect to get some sort of hand out!" She turns to you, her voice rising almost imperceptibly. "I don't need to tell you why this upsets my clients, do I?"

You widen your grin. "Not at all," you chime. "I am well aware of the situation, as it is the only situation where my services are required. I came as fast as I could in light of that simple fact: if I am called, then it is at the point where I am the only solution."

The woman seems incapable of smiling, instead blinks slower to show her mild feelings of being impressed. "Good. If you look at the topmost file, you will find our star troublemaker. If you fix that problem alone, it will be well worth our money."

You look at the nine folders in your hand and try to find the one in question.