AN: Hey guys. I'm Cosmic and this is my first fanfic. All criticism is welcome. Enjoy!

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My Guardian Angel

United States, unknown
Tuesday 2100: 14 hours until Japan is infected.

In a dimly lit room behind a desk sat the Chairman of Black, his features were indiscriminate due to the lack of light. Kneeling before him in a spotlight was a man, his features we obscured by his clothing, which consisted of dark blue combat pants tucked into his boots and a long sleeve of the same color. On top of this conforming to his body was a black hooded trench coat and covering his face was a gas mask, its lenses blue. His hands helping to support his weight were gloved, the knuckles of which were laced with steel.

BLACK Chairman: "Special Agent Maw, are you aware of the events that occurred at 1600 in these United States?"

Maw: ...

BLACK Chairman: "At 0 hour, in an undisclosed location, one of BWR's bunkers was attacked. In the attack, one of their containment rooms was breached due to the initial explosion and an abandon project was released. It was a new type of virus we originally seized from the Germans after we invaded Berlin."
The Chairman gazed off in the distance, lost in his thoughts. Sharply he turned back before addressing Maw in an amused tone.

BLACK Chairman: "Do you believe in walking corpses, Special Agent Maw?"

Maw: "I believe in only what I can see and experience firsthand, Chairman."

BLACK Chairmen: "Well I can assure you that you can and will. And this virus does exactly that. It seems that the Germans were looking for a way to cheat death. The perfect solider some would say. When we seized this virus from the Germans it was decided that it was too big a risk to the world and immediately locked away in a UN vault. Three years ago, I had it stolen and transferred to our facility, against the other nation's wishes. Well now it has been released, and we have confirmed reports from the BLACK containment teams we sent out that it has already begun infecting the populace. The world is lost all we can do is gather the broken pieces and rebuild from the ashes. I, as well as many of the government Black Ops leaders, will be relocating with the president, where we will seek shelter on the USS Salvation. You hav-Hmp…

Maw: "Chairman?"

Black Chairman: The irony. Excuse me, you have shown that you are the best agent we have. What you did in South America, Southern Russia, and the Middle East proves this. You are to take a team and secure all Key assets in Japan then-"

Maw: "But Chairman what if they refuse?"

Chairman's Body Guard: "Do not interrupt the Chairman!" He barked.

BLACK Chairmen: "As I was saying, you are to take a team and secure all key assets in Japan by force, if the situation demands it. You are then going to secure an LZ for pick up and you will be brought back to the USS Salvation. Any questions?"

Maw: "Who are the key assets? What's the load out and who are the personnel on my team?"

Black Chairman: "All of those questions can be answered by looking at the dossier you will receive when you leave this room. As for equipment, take what you need and then some. You will be in enemy territory until you have completed your objective. And long range radio is out of the question. You are radio silent until you need an evac. Oh and one more thing, any one bitten is to be shot in the head at the moment it occurs. The disease spreads by bite wounds. Is that understood?"

Maw: "Yes Chairman", he snapped.

Black Chairman: "Very well. Dismissed and Godspeed…oh, and take care of my little friend."

Maw: "Friend, sir?"

Maw exits the room. Upon exiting, a folder is handed to him. In big black bolded words on the front of the folder it read, "Operation: Guardian Angel". As he walks back to his living space, he begins to read.

Operation: Guardian Angel

Start time: 0100
Summary: Enter Japan by Paradrop, Secure as many lead assets as possible, Rendezvous with evac.

Key Assets:
Souichiro Takagi
Yuriko Takagi
Kysenki Busujima
Matushi Shido
(Optional)
All of their families as well. If it becomes a problem, leave them. Deadly force is authorized.

Personnel:
Team Captain: Special Agent Maw
Co-Captain: Special Agent Iso
Special Agent Lazarus
Special Agent Regret
Special Agent North

Upon seeing his squad he nodded in approval until his eyes settled on Special Agent North and he sighed.

Maw: The rookie? ..."Fuck."

He skimmed the rest of the folder and set it down on his nightstand, one of the only pieces of furniture in his bare room. He laid down on the stiff bed. He would collect his team in a few hours and begin their briefing. After, they would gather there gear and ship out. Closing his eyes he went into a dreamless sleep, his senses on alert. This is Maw; famed for single handedly infiltrating a Russian Nuclear base and clearing it of all hostiles without ever raising an alarm. His kill count can only be estimated. He's cold, detached, and brutal. The perfect killer. But this story isn't about Maw. It's about the newest, greenest recruit to BLACK.

2400
Living Quarter's Corridor

*Slam! Slam! Slam! Went Maw's hand against the living quarter doors.*

Maw: "LET'S GO! GET UP! We've got to go get dressed. Meet me in the armory in 2 minutes for your briefings, Agents Iso, Lazarus, Regret and North."

Then as if nothing had happened, he vanished. Moments later a door opened and out stepped a blue eyed women of small stature, reaching a height of 5' 5". Her skin a fair white. Her muscles were well defined, yet sleek and they practically screamed that she was a speed demon. Her blonde hair ran to the middle of her spine and was up in a long pony tail, which swished as she crossed her arms. She placed them under her high B, almost C, cup breasts. She was dressed in a black turtle neck and matching combat cargo pants that were tucked into her black combat boots, which were just as shined as the silver belt buckle that was settled on her slim, toned waist. Across her back, in its glossy black sheath, lay a Katana. Its black Tuska, with its blood red, wrapping was peeking up over her shoulder. The dog tag that was affixed in the center of the Tuska read: "Agent: 375, Blood type: O Negative, Gender: Female". She stretched as she waited for the rest of the team. A quiet moan could be heard over the sound of her popping joints.

The door adjacent to her own opened up and out stepped a man of above average height, almost 5'10''. His hair was a dark brown and was in a close cropped fashion. His body was tan, toned, and muscular. Due to his line of work he had big broad shoulders and adding to his rugged good looks was a scar that ran from the base of his ear to the base of his chin a memento of the operation that got him recognized and into BLACK. He was dressed in a similar fashion as his comrade, but over the turtle neck was a black vest and in the laces of his boot there was a similar looking dog tag which read: " Agent: 4181676, Blood type: AB Positive, Gender: Male". A long intimidating knife hung from his left breast sheath, its handle a midnight black with a single orange L on each side. On the bottom of the handle sat a metal glass breaker. He adjusted it, turning it until he heard a click and as the small one inch spike ejected from the breaker. He began muttering something under his breath about shitty mattresses as he rolled his shoulders and stretched. A brief look and nod of greeting was given to Agent 375.

*CRACK*

Their eyes swept over to their new teammates door, which remained closed. After a few brief moments the door slid open and out walked North, with a height of around 5' 7". He was the newest to the group. He was the second shortest of the group, just inches above Iso. He had short black hair. His skinned was tanned from being under the sun. He muscles were slim, yet tightly packed and defined. Scars full of old memories lightly painted his tan arms. Being new he was not yet given any clothes or told what to wear, but looking at him and his choice of clothes it was clear he was a man of his profession. His black cargo pants were tucked into his boots. His torso was clad in a matching vest. Underneath was a long sleeve shirt which was pushed up just below the elbows. A pistol harness was situated over his clothing and underneath each arm, hugging his ribs, was a set of modified pistols, each snug in its holsters. The pistols were a glossy black with a dark brown grip. Situated in each grip, right in the middle was a blood red circle that bore a crest of a cross hair. On the end of each barrel was a black suppressor. Underneath the body of the gun was a tactical laser. The cartridge stuck out just a bit due to the increase in capacity. Finally against each hip was a multitude of pouches, each carrying ammunition for its respected weapon. His face was blank, due to the half mask he wore over his mouth and neck. The only noticeable feature was a set of dark brown, almost black eyes, each with a distant hard look to them. His eyes softened as his eyes settled on his teammates. He received a greeting nod, which he returned.

The door next to North's was thrown open and out walked a behemoth of a man with no hair and a height of 6'4". His body was extremely muscular and his neck big and thick. He had the shoulders of a bull. Across his bulging muscular arms he had a number of odd tattoos. He wore a similar combination of clothing as Lazarus, but his vest was noticeably thicker and his boots were most definitely steel toed. Instead of a knife, he had a machete that sat in a sheath, which rested snuggly along the small of his back horizontally. The sheath had notches all over it, each one confirming a kill, and each of them showing exactly how brutal he was. Noticing all eyes were on him, he turned and gave a greeting grunt. Then as if a starting gun went off they all disappeared in a dead sprint down the corridor. Their boots, which should have been echoing, remained silent. This silence was a monument to their skill and stealth ability. In matter of seconds they arrived in the armory, neither one was even slightly winded.

Maw: "Welcome. In a few minutes you're going to put together your gear while I read over the mission, but first let's do some self-introductions. It appears we have a new face in the program."

Upon seeing North's face the seasoned agent made a joke.

Maw: "Err... Well half a face at least."

Hearing the Captain's remark the team burst into a fit of barely contained giggles.

North:*Sigh* "There is always one…"

In an authoritative tone, his voice just above a whisper, Maw began to speak.

Maw:*Clears his throat* "I am your Captain for this mission. My name is unimportant but you may call me Maw and I am 22 years old. I've been in this program for 6 years. For those of you trying to do the math, that would make me 16 years old when I was accepted into BLACK. In my spare time I like to read, sip my black coffee, and enjoy the silence of my living space. I do not like ignorant or cocky people and prefer to be alone. Iso your next", he finished lamely.

A young blonde girl stepped forward, her voice was clear and neither too loud nor too quiet. It held a tone of seniority and a hint of coldness.

Iso: "Hello i'm Agent 375, but you may call me Iso and I will be your Co-Captain. I'm also 22 years old and have been in BLACK for three years. I enjoy doing katas and polishing my sword. I don't like rude or sexist people and I HATE people who flaunt how tall they are!"

A snort could be heard from everyone besides North. A young man stepped forward and gave North a "thumbs up" before beginning to speak in his overly friendly tone.

Lazarus: "Hey guys! My name is Lazarus. I'm 19 years old and I joined a year ago. I enjoy chasing skirts, partying, music, and going on missions. I hate feminine guys and people who treat others like property."

Slapping the behemoth and giving him a huge smile, Lazarus motioned for his companion to move on. The monster of a man gave the overly excited party boy a venomous glance before beginning to speak in his gruff deep voice.

Regret: " I am know as Regret. Stay out of my way if you can. Do that and we're fine."

Maw: *Sigh* "Well Rook you're up next."

North: "Um... My name is True North, but just call me North. I'm 17 years old and I just joined the organization. Like the captain, I enjoy my alone time, but I also love a group atmosphere. I hate people who treat others like pawns or objects. I hope I am of some service."

Maw: "Alright. Load up but keep your ears open. I'm not going to repeat myself. The teams name until further notice is Patronus. I hope all of you have been brushing up on your Japanese because command says we're going to Japan. Why you ask? To retrieve all key assets that reside there. We're going to be there for a while without aid. We're also radio silent. Short range radios only. So pack extra supplies, clothes, and ammunition. Don't worry about keeping it light, were going to be ditching are packs once we find a secure FOB."

The captain went on to tell of the virus and the mission parameters. As he spoke, Patronus assembled their packs.
Seeing Lazarus pick up a box of hollow points the Captain once again began to speak.

Maw: "Oh, and one more thing. The containment teams have reported that those infected soak up bullets like a sponge. In order to kill an Infected hostile you have to destroy the brain. Precision is key." *Hearing this, Lazarus threw the box back in its cabinet.* "And if anyone is bitten, they are to be terminated immediately. The virus spreads through bite wounds. For the rest, check you HUD it will be updated as much as it can."

Seeing that everyone was finishing up, the Captain picked up the pack he had prepared earlier and yelled over his shoulder.

Maw: "Alright let's get moving. We're going to be airdropped over Japan. We will then move to a secure location until then. Hustle to the C-130! MOVE!"

Team Patronus boarded the aircraft and stowed there gear before strapping in and getting settled. It was going to be a long ride.

AN: Love it? Or do you wish for my fingers to be broken so I can never write again? Comment and tell me what's up. The updates for this chapter will be determined by how well I can write the rest, so expect slow updates.

Editor's Note: Hey guys. My name is Tauhm. I'm a personal friend of Cosmic's and I know this work needs some editing. I am going to be editing it. (Slowly but surely, that is.) I don't have an account on this website or anything and I don't consider myself a "Beta". I'm just helping him out so he doesn't have to go through the process of applying for an editor. Also, because we are personal friends, we are able to hash out ideas and fix things over Skype. Hope you enjoy it after the revisions are : My editing is not perfect! Or anywhere near it. If you find any errors or something I missed, please feel free to email Cosmic with the corrections and we will fix it!

Updated 7/6/13

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