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Name: Potter, Harry

Division: Special Weapons

Location: ICPF Headquarters

Mission: Integration

Harry Potter woke with a start. The last thing he remembered was walking into a portal from the King's Cross station. Looking around, it seems that he was strapped to a gurney, with various medical equipment nearby. Looking to his right, he saw his reflection in a mirror on the wall. I haven't looked like this since I was in my mid thirties. Well, I've returned from the dead...again. Best to see if someone can let me out of here. "Hello? Anyone? Can anyone help me?" asked Harry as he continued to look around.

Sure enough, Nathan Rivera came into the room, a doctor in tow. Harry saw them come in, and his jaw dropped. The doctor was nothing new to him, although the black suit and tie had been odd, but Rivera had awed him. Clad in full plate armor, Nathan looked as if he were ready for battle. He sword was in his sheath, a mask concealed his face, and his arm appeared to have been replaced with a clockwork prosthetic. All in all, Nathan Rivera looked like a warrior of the Apocalypse had come to life.

The doctor turned towards the equipment. "Vitals steady, aside from a slight increase in heartbeat. That's to be expected. Everything's normal, Commander. You have yourself a new officer." Giggling slightly, he looked at Harry. "Oh, almost forgot! My name is Kuroudo Akabane." He reached forward to shake Harry's hand.

Abruptly, Rivera grabbed Akabane's wrist with his false hand. "Blade's in their sheath, Jackal. Unhook him and make sure he get's a change of clothes. I want to speak with him when he's done. If there is one more scar than what he came here with..." Nathan sent a spell of ice down his arm into the doctor's, "I will not be pleased. Is this understood?" Akabane nodded vigorously. Nathan then released the doctor's wrist and strode out of the room.

"Ever the thespian, he is," sighed the doctor. He then began to remove the IV and EKG pads from Harry's arm and chest. "I can only hope that you won't turn out the same way. By the way, how does your right arm feel? We've made some modifications to this body for you. Mr. Kramer built this one especially for SpecWep officers."

Harry looked at his arm. "My shoulder is a bit sore, but my arm feels fine. Why should I be con-"

At that moment, Kuroudo raised his hand. A scalpel, seemingly made of light, had burst from his wrist. Taking Harry's hand, he slit the skin from index finger to shoulder. Harry looked on in shock, but couldn't understand why the wound isn't hurting him. At the end of the incision, Akabane had ripped the skin clean off of Harry's arm, revealing a completely metal arm underneath. "That might be why your shoulder seems sore. We've replaced your old flesh-and-blood arm with this little beauty," the doctor giggled again. "To support it, your bones had to be replaced with a carbon fiber/organic fusion. The shoulder is where the arm and the rest of you meet. The sore feeling should go away soon."

Harry was still shocked. The arm felt just like his own, but he knew that it was a prosthetic. Nervous, he lifted his arm and flexed the fingers. He then asked, "Who did you say built this? And is there anything more I should know about this arm?"

Akabane laughed. "Ever the questioning one, hm? Let's get you dressed, and then we'll meet Mr. Kramer on the way to the Commander's office." He then tossed Harry some clothes and walked to the door. "I'll be just outside when you're ready."

Fully dressed, Harry walked out to meet Kuroudo in the hallway. "A question. How do you do that thing with that scalpel? I mean, you don't have a wand, and only the most powerful of wizards could pull off such a feat without one." At the thought, Harry started rifling through his clothes. "For that matter, where is MY wand?"

Akabane started chuckling to himself. "I do not require a wand for my abilities. And for yours, point your arm out and think the phrase 'engage.' Just trust me on this."

Hesitantly, Harry nodded. Raising his arm away from either of them, he said in his mind, engage.

And two blades swung from either side of his arm, arcing and ending in front of his hand. Inside his arm, he can clearly see the familiar 11-inch wand of holly. "Do you think I will need my wand?" Harry asked, staring at the extended blades.

"That depends on what abilities you acquire in your missions. From what I've heard, You shouldn't need it after a while, but who knows?" Akabane looked at the wand. "It seems to suit you. Oh! Before I forget, to return the blades to their natural form, just think the phrase 'sheath.'" With this information, Harry thought the key phrase and the blades arced back into his arm.

"Now, let's go see Mr. Kramer!" Akabane said with a giggle.

"Hello, Harry."

Harry Potter walked into the office with no small amount of anxiousness. Seated at the desk was a older looking man, about mid sixties, with the look of an intelligent predator about him. The plaque at his desk read, John Kramer, Engineering/Psychology. On the wall behind him was a massive collection of picture frames. Each frame held a puzzle piece, varying in color from light grey to dark brown. The wall made Harry's hair stand on the back of his neck. Where did they get this guy? Harry said, "I was told you were the one to speak to about my new arm. This true?"

"Yes. The Advanced Robotic Manipulator in one of my finest achievements, second only to my personal legacy," Kramer said, turning to eye the collection on his back wall. He then turned back to his desk and pulled out a manila file. "A.R.M. Mark VI. This packet should give you all the details, up to and including the railgun." He then handed Harry the file.

Looking at the documents, Harry's eyes grew wide. "Railgun? I've only heard of those in science fiction. You mean they actually exist?"

At this, John nodded. "It is quite simple now, to integrate a Gaussian light armature into the manipulator. The security logs on your A.R.M. show that you have already engaged the armature once before, though you haven't fired a round. Smart man, Mr. Potter."

Harry looked back at Akabane, who then shrugged. "You were supposed to hear it from Jigsaw first."

"Who?"

Kramer smiled. "He is referring to me. It was a appellation from the press of my canon." He then shot Akabane a glare. "Isn't it , Dr. Jackal?"

Akabane stepped towards Kramer, drawing a scalpel. Cackling, he said, "I daresay you want to start something. Eh, old man?"

Kramer then drew a blade from his belt. "Oh yes, let us play a game."

"ENOUGH!"

Everyone turned to see Nathan Rivera standing in the door frame, sword drawn, his eyes glowing cerulean in rage. A creature stood next to him, built from what appeared to be rotting flesh. "Akabane, My office. Now. Kramer, resume your duties. Potter. With me. Move." With that, Harry began to follow the commander out the door.

Author's Note:

Woot! Chapter two! And I got to introduce some other characters. No points for guessing what the frames had in them! Feel free to review my story and don't be afraid to PM me about it. More to come!

Sincerely,

MasterMerrick

P.S. I Should not try to proofread at 3 in the morning.