ID Imput: CLASSIFIED, Spencer (Spectre Frost)

Affiliation: N.W.G. (Disavowed)

Location: Universe C

Status: Alive, Depressed

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"Oh course I'm alive, why wouldn't I be?" Drew said while letting out a little laugh.

Something began to hurt in my chest when I remembered seeing Drew on the ground, bleeding. I was so used to him being dead.

"And I thought that I was the one drunk, Spencer over here thinks that I'm dead." Drew said. He lifted the beer towards his mouth a took a drink of it.

I lunged towards Drew and wrapped my arms around him. Drew was completely surprised by this.

"Wow, the leader of the NWG has a soft side huh?" Drew said sarcastically. He lowered one of his arms and put it on my back.

I pulled away and looked at Drew.

"Drew, I'm gonna need a shitload of help." I said.

"The generals are upstairs, would you like to speak with them?" He asked.

"Yeah, let's go." I said said.

"Who's your friends?" Drew asked.

"Oh, that's Noah and Jacob. They'll be assisting us on an operation. Can you ask Khalil to make a file for them?" I asked.

"Yeah, this must be pretty important." Drew said.

"You have no idea."

Drew and I walked down a hallway and Noah and Jacob followed behind me.

I began to hear them talk behind me, but I acted as if I didn't hear them.

"Did you get a look at Spencer's eyes?" Jacob whispered to Noah.

"Yeah...he looked like he was about to cry when he saw Drew." Noah responded.

"No I mean...that dude has seen some things. He looked as if he died before...or had even been to jail."

"Thats a very specific description." Noah said while letting out a chuckle.

"Yeah...I don't know what I'm saying sorry."

Me and Drew opened a door and it led to a large room. Two men were sitting at a large round table smoking cigars.

One wore a red bandana around his arm and the other a green one.

"Spectre Frost." The men said as they jumped to their feet. They saluted me and I waved my hand at them, signaling for them to sit down.

"At ease men." I said.

I sat down at the table and Noah and Jacob joined me.

"What's going on Frost?" Tex said to me.

"Tex...I have the operation of a lifetime." He said.

"What is it."

"We're invading the blackwater base. I'm willing to pay for the entire operation, we just need to get it done."

"Th-The entire operation?! Frost that'll be-"

"I know, I just want it done. We'll have the first assault start on half-tracks and horseback. Me and these two will fly in through a Blackhawk and secure this scine bay." I said. I slid a file that contained a blueprint of the blackwater base across the table.

"Why this science bay? What's in there?" Drew asked.

"4 "HVIs (High Value Individuals) I'll need that area to be secured for about 15 minutes."

"Jesus Spence...15 minutes is a lot when we are in the middle of a firefight of the century." Tex said.

"But the hardware that we can capture will make us millions."

Tex remained silent and looked intently at the table.

"We'll leave at 12:00 tomorrow sharp. You be here with your boys." He said.

"We'll be here."

With that, I stood up and left the room. Noah and Jason followed close behind me.

I led them to a small gun locker and the looked at the assortment of weapons. There was also a gun range in there.

"You boys ever shoot any of these?" I said.

"Y-Yeah, this one." Noah said as he pointed at a slamfire shotgun.

"Ooooh can I try this one?" Jacob said as he pulled a Smith and Wesson .500 off the wall.

"Sure!" I said sarcastically. Jacob pointed the revolver down the gun range and pulled the trigger.

The revolver flew out if his hands and he fell backwards. Me and Noah laughed as he fell.

"You might wanna try something with a little less kick." I said.

I pulled a Makarov off of the wall and handed it to Jacob. He pointed it down range and fired a couple rounds.

"Take a deep breath, and slowly let it out while you take your shot. Also bend your arms so you don't break you wrist." I said.

"Y-Yeah okay." He said.

He fired a couple more rounds and they hit their mark. I watched Noah looking at all of the guns on the wall.

"What's this one?" He asked.

"That's a AUG. They call them 'Bullpup' rifles because the trigger is in front of the clip. Perfect guns for clearing hallways."

"It's perfect."

He pulled it off the wall and shot the gun at a target. The entire middle of the target was gone.

"Jesus Noah, you're a good shot." I said.

"Well when something important like this is on the line, I have to be top notch."

"Yeah good point."

"Heh, maybe I'll even give you a run for your money."

I let out a chuckle and pulled out my M9 Beretta. I shot at a papper target and emptied the magazine on it.

The paper target came towards me and I ripped it off the rack. I showed Noah the piece of paper to reveal that I shot in the shape of the NWG logo.

"You were saying?"

"Show off..."

Me and Noah shared a laugh while Jacob  kept shooting bullets down range.

"Hey Frost!" Khalil said as he came into the room.

"Oh hey Khalil." I said.

"Who uh, who are these two?"

"These two guys are gonna help us with the operation tomorrow."

"Oh well, I need to get their information, c'mon boys." Khalil said.

I watched as Khalil waved the boys towards him.

Khalil said one more thing before leaving the room.

"We also got a new guy...his name is Vincent." He said.

He walked out of the room and I was confused. I didn't meet Vince until I went to New York after my coma.

Was...was Vince-

"Hey Spencey!" A voice said behind me.

I turned around to see a familiar mischivious angel of mine. Her name was Odysseus.

"Oh God you too?" I asked.

"Why don't you like to be called Spencey, it's such a cuuuute name." Odysseus said as she pinched my cheeks.

"You concern me sometimes Odysseus." I said.

Odysseus began to giggle to herself.

"Hey Odysseus..." I asked.

"Yes Spencey?"

"What...what happened to Noah? Like why is he here."

"That's..."

Odysses waved her hand over my face I saw something flash over my eyes.

I saw Noah running away from gunman with...with the girls. They weren't my version though, because Natsuki's hair was still short.

Iooked closely at the men and noticed a logo on their uniform.

"O-Odysseus that's...that's..."

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Author's Notes:

So what's a Smith and Wesson .500?

Okay so, think if Jesus made a revolver. That's exactly what it is.

Oh my God.

Exactly. It feels like you broke your wrist when you shoot it too. It hurts like a bitch if it hits your face.

Wait...how do you know what it feels like if it hits your face?

...

That's all I have for now! Bon Voyage!

Mom's spaghetti