operation: absolute zero

V's missal launcher was still trained on the men, the three of them stood in a silent standoff, V knew she could end both in one swing, but she was being logical for once in her life, these people where sure to know something that could help them.

"This isn't copper 9..." Uzi said weakly pointing up at ghost and soap. "They aren't in that suit Tessa was in..."

Soap and ghost shot each other a glance, Tessa?

"Space suit..." Uzi tried to stand, and N held her upright. "Humans need those-"

V glanced back at Uzi and back at the two men with a 'don't fucking mess with me' glare

"Where are we?" V snapped

Ghost and soap didn't know how to respond to that. Ghost shot soap a quick look, V was getting more agitated by the second.

"What planet are we on, shit for brains?"

"Earth...?" Soap said, stepping forward slightly, but he stepped back when she swapped her missile launcher for a large sword. If V stepped any closer, the tip of it would be on his chest.

"impossible" N spoke up. "Cyn..." he hesitated, the name of his former sister bitter in his mouth. "...the absolute solver, destroyed earth years ago"

"Aye, lad, I don't know what ye on, but earth is still together."

Suddenly two more men burst through the door behind them,

"Ghost, you weren't answering mate, what-"

N was now hunched over Uzis short frame; his arms wrapped around her. he had the look of a mama bear protecting her cubs, except he was protecting Uzi from the two men that had just entered, just as much as threat as the other men that V had pointed a sword at.

N raised his arm, using the same weapon as V, the tip lifting prices head.

Price looked down at N and back at Ghost, he looked back at N with that calculative gaze that made him an amazing leader, but then something else shifted in his gaze.

Fear.

Not terror, not out right panic either. Just a flash of hesitation.

He didn't know what he was looking at

He had seen many things in his life, war, blood, death. He'd never trained for something like this.

Gaz, right behind him, had his weapon trained on N, but he lowered his gun and kicked it towards the drones, price steped back and Gaz stood Infront.

"lets talk like civilized people... or robots"

Gaz offered N a hand.

He didn't take it.

Instead, his weapon shifted back into a hand—only to immediately wrap around Uzi, steadying her as she leaned against him.

V looked down at N, before restoring her hand and crossing her arms.

She trusts N to do what's best for Uzi, and only what's best for her, and that seemed to correlate to what was good for all of them at that moment...

-

The soft hum of the command center filled the air. Laswell sat at her desk, filling paperwork when a broadcast came in.

"Whatcher-1, this is bravo-6, we have an update-"

She paused before she adjusted the headset on her head with ease.

"This is Whatcher-1. Go ahead, Bravo-6,"

"We have found the cause of the strange readings."

Laswell immanently sat up in her seat. "clarify"

"Three hostiles, not military, but have access to advance weaponry"

"What kind of weaponry?" Laswell asks.

"its..." there's silence, the static filling the room. "The hostiles themselves are the weapons..."

Laswell paused

"Explain." she said harshly.

"The short one, purple visor, bravo 7-1 and 7-0 confirmed" his voice cackled through the radio "she stopped bullets mid air, flung both their guns out of their hands without even touching them."

Theres a pause.

"The taller two, one female, one male, yellow visors. Far more lethal. We are talking guns and swords for hands, metalic wings tougher than armor plates, more durable. Whatever they are, they're built for war."