1969
England
"Well you obviously don't just buy someone tea for no reason. Whats up?" Thomas took a sip from his cup.
"I um.. I need help with that project the professor gave us." Beck casually stirred his tea.
"The one about building your own working mini power core? I just decided to use the family TV to give it a bit of boost. Don't tell my mother that though she would be quite peeved about the matter."
"Yea, I just.." Beck sighed. "I'm just having so much trouble with finding a good source, it would just be quite helpful if you would come take a look at it for me. I also need a few other small parts. I was picking it up and dropped it, they were beyond repair so I'll need new parts." Beck played the role of a stressed university student well.
"Mate I wish I could but my mother is expecting me home very soon. If it can wait I can help you tomorrow first thing after class." He grabbed his coat and hat.
"Well.." Beck was trying to find something to convince him.
They were very limited on time within the next two hours Benedikt was to be brought back to this year. And he would be stuck there if the terminal wasn't fixed immidiatly.
Park stood from her table in the corner of the room and walked over to the pair. She grabbed the man's hand and dragged him outside the building onto the snowy sidewalk. "Excuse me?" He sounded upset.
"Thomas." She looked at him face to face, her cap and glasses having hid her face well. He wouldn't have recognized her had they not been looking directly at the other.
"What in the..." he looked at her as if she were stupid. "When I said don't grow up too fast this isn't what I meant.." he retreived his hand away slowly. "Your not my sister... are you?"
She had known last he had seen her she was probably a young kid. But he had no idea the person she had become. "I am." She said calmly. "I know it makes no sense, even I can't wrap my head around it but can you just trust me. Trust me when I tell you that I need you to come with us." Her gaze pleaded for help.
"How much you've grown." He smiled. "But how?"
"You really want to know how?"
"Yes. Thats why I asked."
"This is the stupidest thing I've ever said..." she mumbled. "Time travel.."
"Idiot, such things don't exist."
"Not yet, no. But some ten or so years from now the Americans will have changed that. Look I know nobody else who has doven so deep into the studies of nuclear and mechanical engineering like you have Thomas. And if there is the reason I'm not asking them its because they aren't alive yet or are just a child. I'm asking you to save an entire nation, no multiple nations." There was silence. He looked at this stranger, skeptical but she was familiar. Even if she wasn't who she said she was something told him that it had to be his sister. And for his family he would give the world.
"Well, its not everyday that you get the opportunity to save the world. Let's get to work." He chuckled.
2065
He had the remaining of the day and tomorrow until 5:30pm to complete his mission. He had to make haste.
"Your job, take out his allies and retrieve Alexi. He will be on the upper most level of one of the tallest buildings in the city. You can't miss it. Prohphet you'll be everyone's eyes. As soon as he's out in the open Spectre will toss in a few smoke canisters. From there cause as much chaos as your hearts desire. Just remember I want Alexi Reznov back here." She pointed to the ground.
"Roger that." Ruin commented, the blue screen dissapearing.
"Walsh I trust you'll lead your team well." Savannah shook his hand. "Don't let him out of your sight." She whispered, referring to Benedikt. The doors shut behind her.
They all geared up, Benedikt put on the armor and helmet he had been given earlier when he arrived, the word immortal still engraved in the clothing.
"Romanov, thats Nomad, Outrider, Firebreak, Prophet, Seraph and well.. you've already met Spectre." Ruin pointed, each of them giving a nod or a smal wave of the hand. "And of course Reaper. Don't be intimidated, Prophet turned him good years ago."
Benedikt looked at the tall mechanical soldier directly to his left, his red eyes glowed. "Is this thing human?" He waved his hand in front of Reaper's face.
"I am not. Greetings Specialist Petrov." Reaper said, grabbing Benedikt's hand and shook it.
"Strong grip.." he said, the robot shaking his arm up and down.
"Where'd you come from rookie?" Outrider was seated next to him on the ship.
He hesitated for a moment, realizing that Spectre was seated a few inches across from him. "I'm a defected agent, Soviet territory." He said, keeping Spectre in the corner of his eye as he turned to look at Outrider.
"Hm. Where you top brass or just expendable to them?"
"I-"
"Why don't you ask him who made him change his mind?" Spectre spoke up.
"I'll take us both down in this aircraft right now. I don't care what special weapons and abilities you have. And you... your just a set of gear." He smiled at the man, looking into where he imagined a set of eyes would be through Spectre's black helmet.
Spectre stood up, drawing his blade in seconds, aiming it to Benedikt's neck. However he countered the small attack, placing it beside the man's head.
"Stand down." Benedikt hissed, one arm around his neck, the other in control of the arm with the blade. They stood like that for a few moments before Spectre retracted the blue light back into his sleeve. Benedikt tossed the man away, returning back to his seat. Everyone watched the entire scene go down, nobody daring to interfere.
"A bold statement." She rested her bow against her knee. "The feeling here is mutual. None of us really like the guy we just tolerate him." Outrider said as he sat back down.
"What'd they say your name was son?" Nomad walked over to Benedikt, Prophet, Seraph, and Firebreak followed as they gathered around.
"Benedikt Romanov." He held his hand out.
"I'm not your buddy Romanov. I've had my fair share of strangers." Nomad said simply before returning back to his seat.
"That one, major trust issues. Once he gets used to you he won't come off as harsh." Seraph said, stepping aside to led Nomad by.
"What model is that?" Benedikt eyed the pistol at her hip.
"An Annihilator. Only given to the most worthy within the 54." She took the weapon from its holster.
"May I?" He asked before reaching for it.
She was hesistant before allowing him to handle it. She regreted it the moment she did. "I wouldn't reccomend you shooting it. Without any actual prosthetics it will tear your arm clean off." She pointed to her metallic forearm.
"Is that what happened to you?" He traced the metal engravings with his finger along the weapon. Incredible how the Hand Cannon pistol evolved into something powerful such as this. Its name fit its purpose, to annihilate. He only wished he could tell someone about this.
"No. I had mine removed so I could wield it." She said, Benedikt handing back the pistol.
"How did you even find yourself in our squad? Mason just doesn't let any average stranger in, whats special about you?" Prophet asked.
Benedikt took a deep sigh, deciding to tell them what he had told Ruin and Battery.
"So how long were you under the ice?" Firebreak asked.
"Eighty- four years."
"Did they have these back then?" He held up his purifier.
"Yes. And even weapons like Seraph's. We call it a Hand Cannon." He slid the weapon out of one of his pockets. "I got it back once I was released from the med bay and questioning. This is what that looked like in the first gen." He pointed over towards Seraph's weapon. "Its not nearly as powerful as your Annihilator is, won't shoot your arm off. But everytime I'v killed with this, their bodies fly back from the impact."
"We have bows too. But they're just simple wooden bows with flaming arrows. But I've never seen any weapon like your's Prophet." He pointed to the large metal rifle over his shoulder.
The group conversed for a little while longer before taking advantage of the down time to nap.
AN: things are about to really heat up. I'm interested in the new Vangaurd, if you would like me to write something on it I'm not oppossed to it. Tell me your suggestions.