This is a special chapter. And by special, I mean a Guest Star who is actually quite famous. Though her role here is abit more exaggerated , she's still Famous.

Without further Ado, on with the Show!

[Washington D.C.]

[October 23]

It was raining. God she hated the rain. But she also loved it at the same time, for it hid the tears. They were out at the Arlington National Cemetary Wall, close to the new section at the end, where the newest list of those Killed in Action both at Home and Abroad.

Zero trailed a finger over the names etched there a few name sections from the WW3 names.

Where The Crüe as etched.

"Lass.. You alright?" She heard Price ask, hand on her shoulder.

She remained quiet for a moment, as still as the Marble of the wall in front of her. "He let me pick..."

"Pardon?" Price asked as he stepped abit closer, leaning in to hear her as she felt Reaper's full name, Collin Raynors.

Zero looked at the SAS Veteran. "Wolf let me choose. Whether or not to be in the Crüe." She started. "He told me that, if it was too much to handle that I could leave, and he would send me back to Alfa with positive recommendations. I told him that I was like a tattoo. I was gonna stick with the Crüe, til I was in a body bag."

Price looked forward, a blank expression on his face. Survivors guilt is what she felt. He knew it all too well. "Lass.. You can't blame yourself.."

"I should have stayed and let Wolf go with you to Prague. He would have been able to get us all out unscathed." Zero sniffled, her head low.

Price sighed, looping his arm around the woman's shoulders.

"Lass, you can't blame yourself. Stop this. There's no need for this.. They wouldn't want you like this, they'd want you to end this bastard.."

"Yeah..?" Zero looked up at the Captain, her eyes red and puffy. "I just can't believe that they are gone. A team of 23 down to one! Me! Because of Makarov!"

"And we'll get him for it. Don't let their deaths make you lack focus or you'll end up like them. We have to get him.. Or more people will die."

Zero looked to Reaper's name once more, nodding. With a sigh, she looked to Price. "Can we go back to the bar?"

Yuri and Soap walked around D.C., surveying the area. There was extensive damage still, even after months of the battle. Bullet holes in the road and walls of buildings, burn marks from rocket explosion tank rounds. And, from who was unknown, but there were the occasional bloodstain on the walls and ground. It was chilling to know what type of battle took place here in the street, and only the ones who survived could tell the tale.

"Yeah. The reports don't do this battle any justice. It looks like hell went down around here doesn't it, Yuri?" The Scotsman looked to his teammate.

Yuri gave a shrug, hating that his fellow countrymen and women did this. "It is sad when the country gets so blind with rage that they don't decide to look at the facts. Makarov did this and I almost was part of it. I feel terrible knowing that this is what happened. Bloodshed for bloodshed. I should've been quieter, and maybe, Just Maybe, none of this would have happened."

"Can't blame yerself, Mate. You did what was right, and tried to prevent the whole fiasco, I don't blame you for anything." Soap smiled as he shifted his arm. It was still bruised and banged up.

Yuri face his own half smile. "I suppose. It's just that I feel like it's my fault about what happened with Zero and Reaper, like I should've known that he would know what we were doing and where we were going to be."

"Oi! Knock that shite off.1 I don't want to hear that, ya understand? It is not your fault, Yuri." Soap said calmly, clapping his hand on Yuri's shoulder. "We got this. We will get him and when we do he will die."

Yuri smiled brighter this time, nodding. "Though I'm not sure about you. You're hardly walking straight. That fall did break a few ribs, didn't it?"

"Yeh. Nothin' I can't handle. The stab wound opened when I hit that pole that was horizontal. That is what broke my ribs and the wound. Not to mention me arm's kinda busted up." Soap said as they sat on a bench, the Scotsman winded slightly. "I might need a early retirement, though." He chuckled.

Yuri shook his head. "Don't worry about that. Worry about your current state. You'll be back to your old self soon."

"So, about you and Zero.?"

Yuri looked a bit saddened. "I don't know. She is pretty upset with me. All because of what happened in my past. I was there when Price disarmed Zakhaev, I was there when Makarov killed Shepherd's men and women. I tried to stop the Massacre at Zakhaev International.. But I can understand it if she hates me."

"Yuri.. I doubt she hates you. She's just upset. Give her time." Soap smiled. "Let's go to the bar. I'm sure that's where they are."

Zero took control of an iPhone 6, shaking her head as she thought of a number. "What do you have, Lass?"

"These iPhones are turds.." She growled as she tapped at the screen. "I have a friend in Romania. She knows a lot of things.. I guess it comes from her being.." She paused, making the morse code for C.I.A.

Price nodded. "She's a Model.." He said as she showed a picture. "A... Weird looking model.."

"She's not weird. It's a specific style.. And it's what she got ordered and Paid to do. She's been doing it for over a decade. But don't let that fool you.. She's a tough bitch." Zero smiled, tapping at the phone.

"And you met... How?" Price inquired as he puffed on the Cigar.

With a smirk, Zero rubbed a finger over the scar on her cheek. "Well, lets just say, I went to Romania on leave, I saw this Expo out there and I went to check it out. When I got there, I saw her and went up to her to say hello. I was met by a throwing knife flying by my face.."

It was at that moment that Yuri and Soap walked in, well, limped in. "Afternoon, Lads.." Price smiled as they each took a seat.

"So.. What's our next move?" Soap spoke as he ate a tortilla chip.

Zero looked up as she pressed a button, calling the C.I.A operative.

'Alo?'

"Bună ziua, Kym .. Iti amintesti de mine?" Zero inquired.

The line was quiet for a moment. "Olivia Kirill? Este că? De ce se cheamă?"

"I need a Favor.." Zero said.

Soap awoke as the plane touched down, yawning. He looked over to Price, who was reading a book, nudging him. "We here?"

"Yep. Sleep good, mate?" Price asked as he closed the book.

With a nod, Soap sat up and looked over at Zero. Her hair was a completely different color, A bright red color and it was straight and styled different, and she had blue contacts. It wasn't even Zero anymore.

"I still hate this. It's so.. Bright." He heard her say to Yuri.

The man gave a shrug. "I like it. But that's probably because I acclimatize pretty quickly."

Rolling her eyes, she smiled. "So, Freseric, are you ready to meet someone who will absolutely make your thoughts betray you?"

"I suppose." Yuri, Freseric being his cover, said.

"Have fun with that, you two. I'll be sure to cover you from the building a couple blocks away. Soap is going to keep you guys on sat-feed." Price sighed as he helped Soap stand.

"Cheeky Bastard."

There were a few things Yuri was completely sure about.

One, This place was loud, crazy, and downright freaky.

Two, Zero had never looked so damn happy in her time with them.

And three, The person they met made him feel like he was the most out of place person in the world.

"So. What do you want to know?" Came the Voice of the model.

The makeup she had on made her look as white as fresh snow, only dark around her eyelids but the space between her eyebrows had two pink lines facing opposite directions, as well as her lips being a light shade of red, adorned with a few piercings. She wore a Corset that hugged her lithe and petite frame, which ended in a skirt like fashion, all black, as well as a large black cross on her necklace. Around the curve in her waist was a silver chain, as well as a few silver crosses dangling from them and to end her outfit were black, elbow length fingerless gloves.

But her hairstyle is what surprised him. It was all poofed out and sloped to the left with the hair on the right side shaved down. The entirety of it was black, with pink under the very back side of her hair, as well as in the front which was an odd combination to see. At least in Yuri's eyes.

It was the eyes that got him. They were an ocean blue color that was stark in contrast to her skin.

"Freseric.. You're staring." Zero nudged him.

Yuri shook his head as he took a shot of Vodka. "Sorry. I'm just abit surprised." He said in his best Albanian accent.

"It's quite alright. Now, Olivia... You said you needed a favor, correct?" The woman, Razor Candi, asked.

"That I did, Razor." Zero smiled, looking up at the model.

Razor smiled, tapping her pink fingernails on the table. "What would that be?" She asked, a brow raised.

"I need your help in tracking someone. V.A.M."

Razor scoffed, looking to Yuri. "Your old friend, huh? I heard he vanished after the war."

"We know better than that. Do you have any idea where he is?" Zero looked up at her.

Razor looked around, blue eyes catching something that wasn't supposed to be there. People she had not seen at these types of Expos before. "No.. But I can most definitely find a scumbag like him. Nobody can hide forever."

"Bin Laden eluded America for over twenty years. If it hadn't been for that woman coming in, they wouldn't have gotten to him until after he died.." Zero looked past Razor to see more out of place people.

"Just goes to show.. Women can do anything a man could do. Sometimes better."

'It's Makarov's Inner Circle.. Looks like they're trying to find you and Yuri.'

Zero held up a glass and nodded at the man who gave it to her. The sign that she confirmed this.

"You came prepared huh?"

"The smart-asses always cover theirs." Zero smiled as a man walked over to them.

"Извините, мне было интересно, если ... Юрий!" He yelled as he looked to Yuri, drawing his weapon, only for his brains to fly out of the back of his head, courtesy of Price's silent L96.

'Shifting. Get the hell out of there.'

Razor stood as gunfire rang out, pulling out a pair of throwing knives and hurling them in opposite directions, one landing in a man's eye, the other in the other guy's throat.

Zero picked up the dead man's CZ 75 P-01, Razor taking up the MP9 from the man she threw a knife into eye, tossing his P99 to Yuri as Price sniped out a few more Inner Circle men.

"Divide and Conquer, Eh?" Razor smirked as she slid over a table top and behind cover, Yuri behind a column while he covered Zero.

Zero let out a laugh. "Like old times, Huh, Rae?"

"Ain't it just?"

Price took out an Assault rifle wielding I.C, giving Zero time to move up while Yuri and Razor ended two more.

"I'm moving up!" Yuri cried, sprinting over to another column as more Automatic fire rained down on his position.

Another man lost the back of his skull to Price as he covered them. 'Kill them before Candi's cover is blown.'

"Don't worry about my Cover, Captain. I can handle my own." Razor called over gunfire, sending a burst into one man as she ditched her heels, moving up next to Yuri while Zero kept them covered from behind.

'Move up to the car and get out. You've got about twenty-five seconds.'

"On it." Yuri replied.

The trio quickly ran past scared civilians, getting into their escape vehicle and starting up. "Drive, Liv!" Razor cried as she loaded her last clip into her MP9.

Squealing tires, she drove in the direction of the airport where Nikolai's AC-130 was awaiting them. "Company!" Yuri called, rolling down the window to lean out and fire at the chasing SUV.

"Keep them off us. Price, Soap, we're inbound. Tell Nikolai to get ready." Zero informed as she braked around a corner to the freeway. "ETA Two Minutes."

Razor ducked as glass shattered, giving her the chance to turn around and fire at the Chasers, taking out one in the back seat. "I'm running low!"

"Me too! Wait. What model is that? 13-14?" He asked, looking at the headlights.

Razor looked back and nodded. "14. Why?" She fired at the passenger.

"Shoot the headlights. The airbag should pop out!" He said as he took aim, both he and Razor letting their last rounds fly into the headlights and cause the airbags to activate, making the driver swerve and hit the guardrail. The SUV flipped over multiple times before stopping and exploding.

"Damn. How did you know that?" Zero looked at Yuri, smiling as she got on the off ramp, heading towards the airport.

"I'm not just a soldier, I'm a mechanic, too."

Razor shook her head as they drove through the gate and up the AC-130 Ramp, Price closing up the ramp as Zero locked the breaks.

"Nice going, Yuri." He grinned as Nikolai took to the sky.

"Captain Price, nice to finally meet you." Razor spoke up as she got out of the car.

Price nodded, still a bit curious to the woman. "Pleasure is mine. We'll get you back to D.C."

"Thanks." The woman smiled. Brushing out her hair, she placed it in a low ponytail and sighed. "That was certainly fun."

Zero turned to face her, arms crossed. "So. Will you help me, Rae?"

"Of course I will. May take a while, but I'll find that bastard."

With a grin, Zero took a seat and sighed. "Thanks."

"Not a problem."

And there you have it. If you're wondering, yes, I got permission from the REAL DEAL Razor Candi.

Don't ask how, just glad you enjoyed this.

Captain Wolf, Out.