Confession

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A/N - Going to try a different writing style today. Please, tell me how I do.

-POV: M14-

Hopping out of the MRAP, I shut the door then turned to my team. Two of them, Uzi and M4, are helping the guy we picked up to walk. Turning to the entrance of his BOO (Base of Operations) I can see it isn't very well-kept, T least, not right now.

"Come on. I'll say the safety code, you guys try to look as friendly as possible." I ordered, getting nods from my team. I knocked on the "gate". The gate is more like several dumpsters cut down to make flat metal sheets, which were then welded together. A small hole opened up.

"Who is it?" The person asked. "We're from Griffin. We've come on the behalf of Agent L/N and some other people." I explained. The person raised a brow. "What's the password?" They asked. "Black Ice." I replied. The person nodded, then shut the hole. The gate started to lift itself with a system of pulleys, and we entered.

The place that used to Universal Studios, a series of theme parks, is now a small settlement of regular people, mostly. Parents, children, soldiers, doctors... all kinds of people here. I turned to Micro Uzi and Spectre M4. "He won't last long if he doesn't get treatment." I said, jerking my head in the direction of a sign that had an arrow above the word 'Clinic'.

-POV: Spectre M4-

I helped Uzi lay Agent L/N onto a cot, and a few doctors rushed over. After a few minutes, they determined that he would need to recover for at least two weeks, and that he should be put temporarily out of commission.

He turned to us. "In the south part of the camp... go left from the vendor, and there should be a small building with a sign... that says office." He took a second to catch his breath. "Use the laptop on my desk to contact Agents UMP45 and UMP9 to get their team... I'll meet you all there as soon as I can." He explained. "Understood, Sir." Wa2000 replied, saluting.

We then left the clinic, and we found the office after a minute or two. It was definitely made by hand, which explained it's shabby design, "this thing looks like it could fall apart any second!" Micro Uzi muttered to me. "Yeah, but they're doing the best they can. Come on, let's go do what he told us to." I reply, and we headed inside.

M14 sat in the chair, and opened the laptop. I watched over her shoulder as she clicked around on the desktop, looking for the program Y/N described. She eventually found it, and clicked the two watches that show up on screen, one with a 45, and the other with a 9.

After waiting a few minutes, UMP45 showed up in the office, with her team behind her. "Hm? How did you guys get here? Where's Agent L/N?" She asked. "Is that his name? He's in the clinic with severe blunt trauma on his side. Says he got hit with a sledgehammer." I explained, getting looks of concern from them. "He'll recover within a month, so there's no need to worry!" Wa2000 said, trying to reassure them.

"Well... okay. Anyways, why are we here?" UMP9 asked. "He told us to wait here for him." M14 replied. "Eh? Shouldn't he be resting?!" SVD exclaimed. "Well, yeah... but if I've learned one thing about him, he's pretty stubborn." ST AR-15 piped up. "Hehe, sounds like a cool guy." I said, getting a few laughs.

Our moment was interrupted by a low, electronic whir, which we looked around for. I saw UMP45 look at her wrist, which has the same watch as the Agent's. A few orange, holographic sound waves hovered above her watch. "UMP45, sorry, but bring everyone here. The doctors won't let me leave." Was all that it said. We all sweat-dropped, and headed to the clinic.

-POV: Third Person-

The group of ten showed up at the clinic, and found Y/N's cot after a few minutes of looking. A doctor is busy treating his injury. "Hey... how do you feel?" UMP45 asked, squatting to his eye level. "I'll live. Even if I'm hurt, I can still give orders. So..." Y/N hissed in pain when the doctor applied a clear liquid to his wound.

"Y-You... I've got assignments for all you. There are many enemy camps and hideouts, which have lots of resources we could use. UMP45, and UMP9, I'm sending you the details on your watch..." Y/N trailed off when looked at UMP9, who looked slightly nervous.

"What's wrong?" Y/N asked, startling the girl. "Eh? Um... th-there's something I want to talk to you about..." She murmured, touching her fingertips together. "Sure. We can talk after the briefing." Y/N replied.

...

"So, what's on your mind?" Y/N asked. UMP9 twiddled her thumbs, and took a deep breath. "U-Um... is it fine if I give my watch back?" She asked, her voice cracking a little. "Hm? Why?" Y/N asked, raising a brow. "W-Well... my sister already knows how to use it for the most part... and I still have no idea how to work it." She explained. "S-So... I want to give it to someone more qualified..." UMP9 stuttered, looking at her feet.

"...If you're uncomfortable with something, please tell me. There's no problem with your request. Hand it over." Y/N replied, getting a relieved smile. "T-Thank you. I'm sorry I couldn't be helpful." UMP9 apologized. "Don't be. You can't force someone to be good at something. I'll find someone else to use it." Y/N said reassuringly. UMP9's smile grew brighter, and she moved to give Y/N a hug, but withdrew.

"U-Um... is i-it okay for me to touch you?" She asked. "Yeah. Just let me do it." Y/N replied. UMP9 did as Y/N instructed, and found herself wrapped in his gentle embrace. Her eyes half-lidded, she felt her cheeks heat up.

"Remember; we've got a lot of people relying on us. You help out the best way you think you can." He whispered, softly rubbing her back. "...I will..." UMP9 murmured, the feeling of guilt and inadequacy lifting off her shoulders.

UMP9, after carefully leaving Y/N's comforting arms, stood in the entrance of the clinic, about to leave. Before she did, she turned around, facing Y/N. "...Bye-bye." She said softly as she gave a little wave.

[A Few Days Later]

Y/N looked at the man in front of him, keeping his hand securely on top of the watch case. "So, you think you've got what it takes to be an Agent, huh?" He asked, getting a nod from the man. "...Yes sir. I'm very experienced in parkour and athletics, so I can do any kind of scouting or recon mission." He said. "Okay, Ryan Aniro... I'll give you a few tests, and if you pass them all, you'll be an agent." Y/N explained. Ryan nodded, a look of determination on his face.

"Good. Now..." Y/N stood up with the help of UMP45 and UMP9, and used his crutches to hobble over to the training area. "Show me what you got." He said, jerking his head towards the course behind him.

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