My attempt at some Rhino (really short) lore.

[Despaniard]

The clacking of flat shoes echoed through the air of the Imperial College of London. A hurried and quite terrified young secretary was running from her post as the front office to the dean’s room, where he had stayed during the entire day. Arriving at the unassuming door, she stopped and gathered her bearings, though the news was urgent, a sense of professionalism was required. Gently knocking on the door twice, she waited, shifting her weight from one leg to the other.
A muted response emanated from the other side of the plastic rectangle, and the flustered secretary walked briskly into the office, where the dean looked up from multitasking in his computer, iPad, iPhone and lunch.
“Ah, Ms. Jones, what is it? I’m quite busy right now.” Only when the dean looked up from his work did he see the state that the secretary was in. “Oh dear, is everything alright? Come, take a seat. Would you like some tea?”
The secretary politely sat down and waited for the dean to serve her some tea. The little cup was comforting on her hands and she gathered her strength.
“I’m sorry to barge in like this, but it’s about the aspiring CFO student,” said Ms. Jones, as she sipped some surprisingly strong tea, which cleared her mind and gave her focus.
The dean leaned on his desk and crossed his arms. “Yes, what about him? Is it very serious, because I have a phone call to make soon to CDA HQ on his progress and I need to organize for their endless questions.”
“That is just the thing,” said Ms. Jones. “He’s gone!”
The dean paled,then walked close to the secretary, leaning close to her. “What do you mean, gone?”
Roaring through Cromwell Road was a giant of a man. The roaring didn’t exactly come from the man, but actually from the large Harley Davidson under said giant. This man is the former CFO candidate at the Imperial College of London. His name is not important for the moment, call him Carlos, Jim, Jason, whatever. The thing is, that he has just decided to quit his position at a lucrative college in London because of an epiphany he had while eating his morning meal. As a Chief Financial Officer, he could maybe make 150k a year, plus 15k as bonus wages.
What with the current dangerous situations of the Dirty Bomb threats, there had been an influx to the private sector of soldiers for hire. After hearing from an old friend that had entered the business and gotten subsequently killed by other mercenaries, the paycheck was large, fat, and delectable. The possibility of larger than life monetary compensation outweighed the possibility of dying a horrible and painful death at the hands of what was most likely a barely restrained psychopath.
It was after that epiphany that he had packed his bags, trashed any possibilities of being followed. Though big, he wasn’t dumb. He knew that once CDA found out of his “desertion” he would have a price on his head.

[AlbinMatt]

We need more of these lore related posts. I really wish Splash Damage would spare some time to flesh out Dirty Bomb’s lore. TF2 has proven what a good background and lore can do to a game, even if the story isn’t its priority.