Author's Note: This is a story about all nine of the multiplayer specialists. That means Donnie "Ruin" Walsh, Alessandra "Outrider" Castillo, David "Prophet" Wilkes, Erin "Battery" Baker, He "Seraph" Zhen-Zhen, Tavo "Nomad" Rojas, Experimental War Robot-115 "Reaper", "Spectre", and Krystof "Firebreak" Hejek. Ruin is armed with a Dingo LMG with a Grip and Extended Mags, and Dual Wield L-CAR 9 Pistols, as well as a Frag Grenade. Outrider is armed with a Locus Sniper Rifle with FMJ and a Ballistics CPU, and a Sheiva Assault Rifle with a Recon Sight, as well as two Flashbangs. Prophet is armed with a 48 Dredge LMG with Extended Mags and FMJ, and a BlackCell Launcher, as well as two EMP Grenades. Battery is armed with a KRM-262 Shotgun with a Laser Sight, Fast Mags, and a Stock, and an XM-53 Launcher, as well as C-4. Seraph is armed with an Argus Shotgun with a Long Barrel and Rapid Fire, and an RK5 Pistol with Extended Mags, as well as two Concussion Grenades. Nomad is armed with a VMP SMG with a Grip and a BOA 3 Sight, and an MR6 Pistol with a Laser Sight, as well as a Combat Axe. Reaper is armed with a KN-44 Assault Rifle with Extended Mags and a Stock, and an MR6 Pistol with FMJ, as well as a Semtex Grenade. Spectre is armed with a Kuda SMG with a Suppressor and a Reflex Sight, and an MR6 Pistol with a Suppressor, as well as two Black Hats. Firebreak is armed with a Man-O-War Assault Rifle with a Stock and Quickdraw, and an MR6 Pistol with Fast Mags, as well as a Thermite Grenade. All of them have access to both of their specialist abilities. Ruin; Gravity Spikes and Overdrive. Outrider; Sparrow and Vision Pulse. Prophet; Tempest and Glitch. Battery; War Machine and Kinetic Armor. Seraph; Annihilator and Combat Focus. Nomad; H.I.V.E. and Rejack. Reaper; Scythe and Psychosis. Spectre; Ripper and Active Camo. Firebreak; Purifier and Heat Wave. That's it. To the story!
Chapter 1: Spectre
It was late at night. I had been hired to eliminate someone. A pompous dirt bag. Someone wants him dead. And they paid me to off him. I ain't one to say no to easy cash. I was on the roof top of a small motel building. I was looking over the edge down at the street. I wasn't worried about anyone seeing me. My dark armor blended in with the midnight sky. I saw a car pull up to the motel entrance. A man stepped out of the passenger seat. He seemed rich by what he was wearing. A white jacket over a black shirt with a red tie and a fancy white fedora. This was the guy for sure based on the info I was given. I smiled in my helmet.
"There you are," I said quietly to myself. I pulled my Kuda off my back, checking to make sure the silencer was on nice and tight. I quickly recalibrated the sight and walked towards the back of the building. I already knew what room my target was staying in. I reminded myself of what I was supposed to say before I killed him. I started climbing down the back ladder, stopping at the third floor. There was a very small ledge just outside of each window. I quickly jumped to the closest one and used my momentum to vault to the next one. I jumped again and again until I reached the fifth window. I stopped and crouched down so I wouldn't fall. I used my left hand to try and lift the window open. It didn't budge. "Locked," I said. "It's gonna take more than a little locked window to stop me." I extended my Ripper from my left wrist and brought the end down hard on the lock. It shattered easily. I retracted the bright blue blades and opened the window, quickly slipping inside. I closed the window and hurried over to the closet, aware that my target would be here any moment. I quickly entered the closet and shut it on myself. I waited. For almost three minutes I waited. Then I heard the door to the room open. I held my breath. I heard the door shut, then footsteps going past the closet. I quietly released my breath. I heard the sound of a suitcase unzipping. I quietly opened the closet door. I stepped out and looked over towards the bed. He was there. The white clad dirt bag that I was hired to eliminate. I smiled. "Hello Mr. Mallard," I said, smiling inside my helmet. The man jumped and quickly turned around. When he saw me, his eyes widened.
"Wh-Who are you?" he asked, shaking.
"Death," I growled. I extended my Ripper, slowly walking towards him. But before I got close, he did something I hadn't planned for. He reached back into his suitcase and pulled out an eight round revolver. I quickly reacted; charging forward and swinging my left arm, cutting his right hand clean off. He screamed and fell to his knees. I grabbed his face and forced him to look up at me. "Dalton sends his regards," I said. His eyes widened when he heard the name. Before he could cry out for help I drove my Ripper into his chest. He spat blood and died quickly. I ripped out the blades and retracted them. I let his body drop to the floor. I walked to the window, opened it, and jumped out. Before reaching the ground I activated my thrusters, slowing my fall. I landed softly on the parking lot pavement. "Now that that's over," I said to myself. "Time to get paid." I walked out of the lot and put two fingers to the side of my helmet. "Job's done," I said. "Pay up."
"Not yet," said my employer. "We've one more task for you."
"And that is?"
"You have another target, a man by the name of Steinbeck. He's a German. I'm sending you the details now."
"Gotchya. But this'll cost you extra."
"Of course. Be hasty though. I'm a very impatient man."
"Roger, consider him dead." I removed my fingers from my coms and pulled a flare from my belt. I tossed it into the middle of the street, the few bystanders that were out this time of night staring at me. I pulled my Kuda off my back and waited. Soon a helicopter arrived and let down a ladder for me. I grabbed onto the ladder and gave the pilot a thumbs up. He returned the gesture and the helicopter took off away from the hotel. I climbed up the ladder and into the passenger bay. I sat in one of the chairs, resting my Kuda in my lap.
"Where we going?" the pilot asked.
"Airport."
