Fallen Angel (A Call of Duty: Black Ops 2 Fanfiction)

Chapter 23- Family History

As soon as I entered the retirement home, I was greeted by a late-night nurse. Her gentle blue gaze questioned why someone like me would be around at practically midnight. I eyed her neat blonde bun and then requested to see Frank Woods.

"I will have to wake him up," the nurse explained as we walked, sounding partially annoyed. "Wait here."

I felt bad for the nurse, knowing that when she woke up Woods he would, more than likely, be a nasty handful. I had to talk to him, however. I wanted to know more about Menendez and, possibly, my mother.

"Mr. Woods is already awake," the calm nurse returned.

I pushed past her without a word, closing the door with a click behind me. Woods was sitting by the cracked window in his wheelchair, smoking a cigarette and enjoying the breeze of the evening air. When I came into full view, Woods sighed and rubbed out the cigarette.

"You weren't asleep?"

"I hardly ever sleep, Emma," Woods' voice was scratchy as I sat down in the comfy chair in the corner by the window. "There are too many nightmares that there's no point. Why are you here?"

"Menendez launched an attack yesterday," I breathed. "Mason was badly injured...because of me."

Woods narrowed his wise eyes, making my spine chilled. I had a strong feeling that he knew about everything somehow. There wasn't a doubt that Mason or Harper had told him of Menendez taking me. After all, he had been on the roof with the two men the day I'd left. It wouldn't surprise me if he did know just about everything.

"And his state now?"

"I-I don't know."

Woods sighed. "And the base?"

"I'm pretty sure most people of both sides were killed. The base was barely standing when we escaped."

Woods said nothing as he slouched into his wheelchair. I leaned forwards, studying him in anticipation.

"You've changed quite a bit. I hardly recognized you when you entered."

"It has been close to a year," I pointed out. "I've been through a lot of training."

"Let me guess, Felix helped you didn't he?"

"How do you know him?"

Woods sighed. "He's a half-brother of David's."

I was in disbelief. "Do they know that?"

"No and I expect they never will," Woods frowned. "Menendez found Felix when his mother died and has been there for him ever since. He knows nothing different."

"Felix expressed a great deal of hatred for Menendez at some points," I admitted. "I think he could be easily swayed to another side."

"Good luck with that. Menendez would see it coming. He probably already knows where you're at now."

"I won't doubt that," I agreed. "However I have him so caught up in my lies, he will believe practically anything I tell him. I can say they kidnapped me and that I'm coming back."