A military escort was taking two people to a military base for Black Ops members. The young woman and the middle-aged man sat there in silence, one listening to music from her earbuds and the other sorting out files as well as planning meetings for the future. You would say she looked nonchalant, and she did, but ironically because of her past, she had depression and anxiety because of her losing loved ones. She looked outside the window of the car, sighing. The man looked up and stopped what he was doing. He looked the girl across from her worriedly, putting down the pad.
"Katsumi, are your alright?" he asked. The girl, now known as Katsumi, looked at the man and stared back out the chopper's window.
"I'm fine, Uncle Thomas," It was a lie.
Thomas looked at his niece. He knew that was just to cover up the many things going on in her mind. Her anxiety had a great effect on her, especially in high school, since she had lost her parents and some of her relatives when she was 15 The sun was already down and she enjoyed the view of the city from miles up; the pretty lights that illuminated the futuristic city, the cars driving to whatever place they were going to. She wanted to enjoy it before heading in to become a Specialist for Winslow Accord and being a Black Ops agent. This is what her father wanted her to be; this is what all of her family hoped for her to be.
He took her hands and stared at those amber eyes that was once filled with the innocence and naivety of a child. She teared up, knowing she won't be able to see her family a lot. But at least she's going to be part of a new one. A family of Specialists. The Canadian-Japanese girl wiped away a few tears as they arrived to the base. They hugged tightly for the final time.
"You're going to do fine as an overseer of the Specialists with your new contractor and as one yourself," he muttered into her soft hair. "I can guarantee that, okay? I love you."
As they landed, she saw two people waiting for her arrival, whom she thought were part of the elite Specialists. They both smiled at her as she came off of the chopper while waving goodbye to her uncle. Katsumi was walking towards them with a small smile on her face. She set down her stuff, holding out her hand to greet them with a "professional" handshake. They both shook it, chuckling a bit.
"Nice, an Anderson, right? You must be the daughter of the famous dancer and actress Lilliana Anderson," one of the them said, who is a female. "I'm Alessandra Castillo; you can call me Les or Outrider. Next to me is Tavo Rojas, or Nomad. We heard about you, so you must be Katsumi, right?"
Katsumi's face paled at the mention of her mother's name, looking down in sadness and tearing up. "Yeah..."
Both of the Hispanic specialists looked at each other before realizing that her mom was already dead as well as some of her family. Nomad put his hands on the younger adult's shoulders. He understood her situation pretty quickly.
"Hey, I've lost some too. But that's what keeps me moving forward. Don't let their deaths affect you. I was you when my teammates died," Nomad stated. The soon-to-be Specialist sighed quietly, wiping a few tears away from her fragile but scarred face. He felt pity for the girl losing such family at an age of development. Nomad embraced Katsumi. She returned the hug.
"Thank you. I'll keep that in mind, Nomad," Someone finally understood her situation - almost as if he'd lost a family himself. Outrider's voice snapped Katsumi out of her thoughts.
"Come on Nomad, we need to register Katsumi into your quarters, get her in order...and introduce her to Spectre," the bow-woman said, lowering her voice at the mention of said Specialist's codename in slight disgust. Katsumi, confused at why Outrider lowered her voice angrily, stared at Nomad.
"We...don't really trust him/her. He/she is too secretive. You'll find out once you meet the others," he sighed. They all headed to the elevator that would lead them down to the car escort that would take them to where the Specialists lived. They put her stuff in the trunk of the escort van and headed down to the Quarters area. As they drove down to the place, Katsumi looked at the soldiers training and technology either being built or tested. The sun was already down as she looked at her watch.
6:18. She thought. We have time. Be patient.
They were talking about the movies that her mom was in. "Oh man, I remember that one action scene that your mom was in for Tech Secrets, one of the top-rated movies of 2055. She's done well with her main role with Cecilia Sanders. I wish I got to meet her," Outrider excitedly said. Katsumi chuckled at the older woman's demeanor. It was true. Katsumi's mother was a very famous actress who starred in one of the best movies and many television shows.
"Hehe," Katsumi softly laughed.
"She was a really great actress as well as a good mother," Outrider showed Katsumi a Celebrity News article about Liliana's goals for acting and being a mother. The article's picture showed a smiling twelve-year old Katsumi, her five other younger siblings, her parents, and her aunt and uncle. Katsumi was feeling her heart tug in but smiled.
"She was a great person. I wish she got to see me now," Katsumi muttered looking at the car's window. They arrived to their quarters a few minutes later, helping Katsumi with her bags and walking into the Living Quarters area where they saw an A.I. attendant**, SYLVIA-001, at the counter.
"Hello there, Ms. Castillo, Mr. Rojas. What can I do for you today?" the female A.I. asked in the most human way possible. Katsumi was surprised at the A.I. sitting there stopping in whatever it was doing.
"We'd like to register Katsumi Anderson into the quarters, please," Nomad asked. Katsumi handed her digital files which was in a digital chip. The soon-to-be Specialist installed it into a USB drive. SYLVIA-001 downloaded the files onto the computer
"Oh, Ms. Anderson? Welcome to Winslow Accord. Your room will be next to Spectre's quarters. Thank you," the A.I. disappeared. Nomad and Outrider looked worriedly at the young adult.
"Guys, why are you looking at me like that whenever Spectre is mentioned? He's like you guys, right?" she asked frustrated.
"Spectre's...not like us. He works for a person that none of us knows! We're trying to keep you safe and to not become like him. Please, bear with us. He's not someone to trust," Outrider yelled catching the attention of the other soldiers who looked at them. She gave a death glare to the men staring as they scampered off in fright.
"But...But I was assigned to work with him. Wouldn't that make you guys not trust me?" she asked.
"No, since he works by himself," a male voice called out. They saw a young man who looks like he got back from the training simulation with a dark shirt and grey shorts on. His hair was disheveled a bit and smelled like sweat.
"Ruin! Oh, meet Katsumi Anderson, one of the new Specialists," Nomad greeted on behalf for the new Specialist. She waved timidly, sighting scanning his features. Muscular, tough, walks with a prideful stance, she thought. What she didn't know was that he was looking at her weird since she was staring at his well-toned body. She then took notice and blushed.
"G-Gomen'nasai!" she bowed apologetically. He stared a bit at her Japanese manners then sighed, thrusting his hand foward to shake hands.
"It's alright, kid. Welcome to the team, Vixen," he chuckled. She then shook it assured knowing that she feels welcomed with her new codename.
"Let's get Vixen to her new room," Outrider suggested, since they were leaving to go to a restaurant in the city around 7:15. They helped her get her stuff and went into the elevator to go to the floor where the nine - now ten - Specialists stayed. They talked occasionally but were mostly quiet the ride up. As they arrive, they saw Battery and Prophet talking in the main lobby about weapons being fused with cybernetics. They looked up and saw the new Specialist looking at Prophet's almost-cybernetic body almost gawking at it.
"What, you like them?" Prophet asked. They then saw her head nod vigorously.
"I-I did t-this cybernetic thing in middle school for a science fair project and g-got first place for it! I really, REALLY loved doing cybernetic science since then," she stuttered on her words, stumbling since she was excited. The cybernetic-man grinned proudly just by hearing her achievements while the others either chuckled or gave her a weird look. They all laughed for a second before heading to help Vixen get settled in. They left her there to unpack her stuff like putting up four video game and anime posters on the walls of her dorm, several books in the spacious shelves she was given, her neatly folded clothes into the drawers and on top of her closet while hanging her uniforms and other clothes, and paperwork and writing utensils on the desk with shelves on it. She looked at the clock. She also put her "lady-stuff" in the bathroom.
6:47. I have a lot of time to get ready. Vixen went into the bathroom and took a quick shower. She then went to lotion herself and put the necessities her mother always told her to put on, like deodorant. She put on comfortable clothes, for she was told that after 5 p.m. they could wear whatever they want. Katsumi put on black loose skinny jeans, sneakers, and a grey tank top. She then put her hair up. She heard a knock on her door as she looked at her clock again, reading "7:00". She heard Outrider knock on her door before she heard the doorknob turn, opening the door. Katsumi looked at the Specialist who used the Sparrow as her weapon wearing a half-sleeve shirt with blue jeans on and spandrels on.
"Hey, you ready - Woah, you must've been a nerd before. Well, I'll be downstairs," the Hispanic woman awed as she walked off. Katsumi laughed slightly before grabbing her black sweater, her phone with earbuds, and heading out her room, locking it with a passcode. As she locked her room, she saw a hooded figure with his hands in his pockets as he walked by to his own dorm, looking at her curiously. She looked at him with the same look.
"Y-You must be Spectre, right?" she asked out of the quietness timidly. The hooded figure took out one of his hands from his jacket pockets and put a finger to his visible mouth, smirking deviously. As he headed into his own dorm, he said something that sent chills down her spine.
"You'll find out soon," he said with a look of mischief on his hooded face. "I'll see you tomorrow. " He walked in with Katsumi watching silently at his retreating figure, frozen in her place
Battery noticed this, seeing Katsumi with a distant stare filled with slight fright. The usually heavily armored Specialist put a hand on the shoulder of the girl with dark clothes on almost scaring her.
"He can be a slight...creep. I know. Don't worry, you'll get used to him eventually," the tank reassured. Katsumi sighed heavily, both walking down to the elevator to go down to the main lobby where their other friends were at. Katsumi would get used to living with these unique individuals somehow, one way or another. Probably might get used to Spectre and her new line of work.
Maybe.
Spectre looked at the window of his dorm, where he saw the other Specialists (excluding Reaper and Prophet) walk towards one of the escorts taking them out.
"We meet again...do we Katsumi?" he whispered, looking at a picture of a younger version of him and her graduating high school.
Okay, first new story up after a long time! Man, I miss making fanfics. They were the best and got me to get many ideas off of my mind. I hope you don't mind with a COD: BO3 fanfic featuring an OC I made after playing enough multiplayer. By the way, I made Spectre a "he" here in this story, since he seems to be a male. If you can hear closely, if you kill an enemy Spectre with Firebreak's Purifier, you can hear an unfiltered scream, making his true gender a male. But you know, who knows?
**The A.I is based off of the one from RWBY, where the CCT Tower A.I. was a holographic woman who was the assistant for students to get hooked with anyone to talk to from some type of computer.
