Months later, and news about Barren's death was spreading like wildfire. The police found his home, and discovered stocks of illegal things. But what caught the crowd's attention the most was the fact that Barren had kidnapped an orphan and kept her in a rotting room for 5 years of her life. Her name was Alex, age 15; black hair, grey eyes. She was terribly malnourished and seemed to be sick. But she reported that Barren kept her as his personal source of 'pleasure'. The police and media were disgusted by this and currently she the girl is safe at a nearby orphanage.

John Taylor watched this with a blank look. His scarred and bald face suggesting that he was in deep thought.

"What's wrong?" Hendricks asked as he entered the room. Hendricks was a black haired man with the standard Black Ops suit, with a scarred face and stubble. His blue eyes were watching John, taking in every detail.

"That man, Barren, wasn't Spectre hired to kill him?" John asked. "Yeah, so?" Hendricks had no idea what the leader of the Black Ops was suggesting.

"Well take a closer look at that girl." John paused the video, and now the frozen screen showed a close up of Alex.

Hendricks studied her. His eyes searched over her body for anything interesting. "I don't see anything."

"She's a soldier, a highly trained one at that. You can see it in her composure, in the way she looks at you," John Taylor gave a sadistic smile. "She resembles Spectre in a way that its scary." Normally Hendricks would laugh at that. But he knew John was right.

"I bet you she's got a DNI in place already." John stated.

"So?"

John Taylor grinned.

"The Specialists are going to have a new member."

(Later)

The blonde haired, bushy bearded Donnie 'Ruin' Walsh was called from his combat training by an announcement sent to his DNI. "All Specialists meet at the Helipad." He immediately stopped his training. He was strictly taught to obey orders, and he wasn't going to let his discipline training go to waste.

Donnie opened the door to exit the Sim Room, his body covered with sweat. He took the elevator to his floor and inputted the code to open his room. Before he entered he heard a noise to his right. Glancing over his shoulder, Ruin spotted his rival Spectre exiting his room, still geared up in his armor and suit. His helmet reflected the harsh light. That mask never comes off. "Donnie." Spectre said in his synthesized voice, hands casually fingering his LCAR9.

"Spectre." Ruin said the word with venom. He disliked people liked Spectre. He was more of a frontline fighter himself, and to add to his list of reasons to why he hated Spectre, the assassin almost killed him for the mission. That's all there is to Spectre. Get the job done. No matter the risk.

Ruin was sick of that. But he knew he must not attack. Spectre was just asking for it.

Ignoring the assassin, Ruin went into his room and started getting ready.

(Later)

The Specialists gathered at the Helipad, where John, and Hendricks were already present. "I'm glad you all made it here. We are here currently, to welcome a new member to our group."

There was some murmuring amongst them, whilst Spectre remained silent and impassive.

"Ah, there she is now."

Spectre looked up to see a dropship approaching, its sleek black metal practically gliding through the air.

The dropship landed at the helipad, and its doors opened. Spectre stayed devoid of any activity, as the newcomer stepped out of the plane. "Specialists, this is Alex." The girl had black hair and grey eyes. She was dressed in a black jacket and blue jeans. Her skin was deathly pale, but seemed to be returning to its original color little by little. Her expression was of awe and suspicion as she studied the eleven people before her.

John saw her gaze settle on Spectre. He saw the two study each other intently. He smiled. The two had much more in common than he originally thought.

"Alex, my name is John Taylor," John said as he stepped up to her, outstretching his hand. She shook it warily. "This is Hendricks, Ruin, Prophet, Battery, Outrider, Reaper, Seraph, Firebreak and finally Spectre."

Spectre meanwhile was studying something on his portable tablet. "Spectre, I trust that you can get her a dorm and everything else she needs?" Spectre shook his head. "I have an assignment." He muttered. John sighed. He knew this was going to be the outcome.

"We'll take care of her." Ruin said. He sent a reassuring smile at her. But she stared after the retreating figure of Spectre. Immediately Ruin understood the type of person she was.

Not another one.

The blonde watched as the other Specialists got to know her. Ruin sent a glance towards Spectre's direction and back at the girl. She was smiling as she got to know her new everyday team. But Ruin could see a dark glint in her eyes. The teen was hiding something. Ruin sighed. "Hey Donnie!" Battery. AKA Erin 'Battery' Baker was practically Ruin's clone. Except it was a she, not a he. "Come meet Alex." The girl in question was staring at him with her grey eyes. Ruin shook her hand.

The new member of the Specialists, Alex, had arrived.