Me: On my sister's crappy old laptop… ugh, I hate it but it gives me my own space.

GS: Oh, is this a new story?

Me: Yeah, specifically for Trauma Center again.

GS: What happened to Natural Disasters and Deadly Alliance?

Me: Eh, other computer until my sister finishes with her senior project. (sighs)

GS: Ouch…

Me: Anyway, down to business!

Disclaimer: I don't own Trauma Center because Atlus does. I own the other Delphi people I make up and the plot. Hehe…

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Delphi: Under Wraps

Welcome to the Organization

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Long, platinum hair was the first thing that attracted unwanted attention. The second was her hypnotizing silver eyes. If you asked any man however, the one before either would be her voluptuous shape, cloaked by a tight, bandage-wrap, sleeveless halter top and her shapely legs hidden by a black, knee-high skirt. Drooling boys and jealous girls watched the new surgeon step into the airport, silver heels clicking against the tiles, her sharp eyes gazing around leisurely, looking for the doctor coming to pick her up from the airport. Unfortunately, the poor male doctor was part of the gawking group. She tilted her head with a small sigh, her large, circular earrings softly tapping against her neck.

Her hands pulled the white lab coat resting on her shoulders forward to hide the show. Everyone seemed to snap awake, confused as to why the silver-haired woman looked extremely irritated at them, especially the small male doctor standing before her now.

"Ms. Nozomi Weaver correct?" he asked, nervous under her glaring eye.

Her pink lips curled into a smirk, "Yes, that's me."

"Ah, welcome to St. Francis Bay!" he chirped, smiling proudly, "I'm Todd Kelso, one of the doctors over at St. Francis Hospital. I'm here to---"

"Take me to the hospital, explain the surroundings and basically get me settled into a new setting, correct?" Nozomi summed up the entire plan, placing her hand on her hip.

Todd's jaw dropped in amazement and he nodded quickly, "H-How did you know?"

"Eh, lucky guess… or you shouldn't drop your papers…" she replied, holding a small paper out to the younger doctor. He turned scarlet and took the paper out of her hands, stuffing it in his pocket quickly.

"A-Ah… anyway…" he started to stutter, leading her out of the airport and into the new city. Nozomi tuned Todd out as she looked around, having to admire the tall buildings and layout. There were trees appearing on every corner, parks as far as she could see here, then again, they appeared to be in a more rural area. She turned back to the young doctor, her blood running cold when he said, "I hope you enjoy this exchange program, we don't get many you know."

"Right… exchange program…" she muttered, glancing to the side as they continued to walk. Nozomi took a double take, pausing while Todd walked ahead.

Round, black sunglasses caught the glare of the high sun cutting through the leaves, the owner completely unaware. His slick, dirty blonde hair stood in contrast with his pale skin as he sat in the shade. He wore a clean black coat with orange linings and matching black slacks, the hem resting on his polished leather shoes which were still against the pavement. She watched as he slowly raised a hand and removed the shades, revealing his steely blue eyes which pierced her silver ones immediately.

"Dr. Weaver?"

"Huh?" she turned her head away to look at Todd who was standing right next to her, confused. Nozomi looked back up quickly, finding the mysterious man gone. She shook her head, facing Todd again, "I thought I saw a man sitting there…"

"Hm? The park bench?" the young doctor looked and shook his head, "Nobodies there… maybe the flight is starting to get to you."

"The flight? Maybe…" she trailed.

He shook his head, "The tour can continue tomorrow. I'll take you to apartment so you can get some sleep."

"Sleep…" she repeated, "Right…"

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Ring, ring…. Ring, ring…

The incessant chirping of her cell phone awakened Nozomi from her nap on the small couch. She reached for the small side table, her fingers feeling the buzzing annoyance and picking it up. Her thumb flipped it open and she brought it to her ear, "Hello?"

"Good evening Dr. Weaver… Did you enjoy your nap?"

Her silver eyes snapped open and she sat up quickly when she realized who it was.

"What do you want?" she demanded.

"We are summoning you. The directions and your uniform are in your closet. Good night…"

"…" Nozomi stared at the cell phone long and hard before she sighed, flipping it shut, thinking, 'Bossy little urchin…' She stood up, leaving her lab coat on the couch arm and disappeared into one of the halls, stepping into her actual room in mere seconds. She stopped before the closet and slid it open. On a hanger was a clean pressed, black dress and lab coat with orange trim. Her mind briefly flashed to the man sitting on the park bench, his steely blue eyes catching her off guard.

As she stripped and dressed in the new outfit, she began to feel very uncomfortable. The supplied long, black nylon stockings outlined her calves. Her new dress was form fitting and ended halfway down her thighs. It didn't help that it refused to close, exposing her fully developed chest and the black beaded necklaces that rested against her skin. At least the black lab coat and pumps felt almost the same as her normal ones. God, she was going to strangle the one who gave her this uniform.

Nozomi sighed, folding her other clothes and setting them aside before departing. The cool, night air nipped at her exposed flesh as she locked the apartment door and took the paper out of her pocket. She was to meet them at the park she had been by earlier, that was simple enough. Bonus, it wasn't that far either, she could just walk.

Unfortunately, by the time she was a few blocks away, the wolf whistles of the late night goers was growing a tad annoying. "Hey baby…" a man cooed, throwing an arm around her shoulder, "Where you off to in such a hurry? How about we go party?" Ugh, he reeked of alcohol. With great disgust, she removed his hand and continued walking. He grabbed her arm, "Hey! I asked you a question!"

"Is he bothering you?"

Both she and the man looked up quickly. Standing before them was the blue-eyed male from that morning, removing his shades, folding them shut and setting them neatly in his chest pocket. His eyes were glaring at the drunkard who jumped, releasing Nozomi, "Damn man…"

"I suggest you return to your earlier activities and leave my assistant alone or I will have to take extreme measures…" he said, his eyes still locked on the drunkard.

In a flash, the drunken man fled, leaving Nozomi with the mysterious man. She stood, facing him, staring him directly in the eyes, "You didn't need to do that. He was about to end up a bloody mass in the gutter."

"That wouldn't be any good to us," he replied, "That man is one of our subjects. You kill him now, the research is failed and we'll need a new subject, Ms. Devil Doctor."

At the sound of her infamous title, she glared daggers at the man, but he just smirked, unfazed, "I suggest we leave now… you seem to attract unwanted attention."

"Unwanted? It's your fault for this ridiculous…" she hissed, but he wasn't paying attention as he stepped towards a parked car she didn't notice. It wasn't anything she had seen before, but it definitely looked built for speed. 'What have I gotten into?' she wondered as he opened the passenger door for her. She stepped into the car and he glanced around, finding all the wolf callers gone. He closed the door and walked around to the driver's side, getting in and starting the engine. They were gone in a second.

"My name is Michael Weaver. I am the head of the Research and Development currently and you are to assist me," he explained. Nozomi looked at him, surprised as he continued, "Yes, your alias is my last name. Part of your job will be keeping the subjects alive… the rest of it will be watching the GUILT's effects on their body."

"GUILT? You mean…!?" she gasped, but he chuckled darkly, "You should've been aware of what you were getting into Ms. Kimishima. May I be the first to say… Welcome to Delphi."

Nozomi eyes widened in shock.

Delphi, the top terrorist syndicate this day and age, responsible for creating the deadliest man-made virus, and now, she was one of them.

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Me: Well, that's done.

GS: Hm… seems to have a dark undertone.

Me: Might turn out that way… especially when it reaches like, Mission Z-3. Did you notice what the hell he says? Dear God…

GS: (laughs)

Me: (shrugs) Oh well, he couldn't have missed her chest anyway.

Nozomi: Hey!

Me: …

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