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| - Catherine was sitting in her garage, head dripping with sweat, her golden blonde hair tied into a knot to keep it out of her eyes, her blue eyes locked into her objective, she finished screwing in the final bolt on her motorcycle, giant globs of black oil falling onto the ice-white floor. She stood up and wiped the remaining sweat from her brow and nodded at her hard work. She had successfully assembled a Bati 801 Custom from scratch, it had taken her over a year to just find the correct parts, let alone put it together. Catherine ran her hand over the primarily white colored motorcycle, and checked to make sure the secondary navy blue color matched it. On the left side, her custom logo she requested, a black and white painting of the Chicago flag with an albino snake twisted inside the fl
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| - Catherine was sitting in her garage, head dripping with sweat, her golden blonde hair tied into a knot to keep it out of her eyes, her blue eyes locked into her objective, she finished screwing in the final bolt on her motorcycle, giant globs of black oil falling onto the ice-white floor. She stood up and wiped the remaining sweat from her brow and nodded at her hard work. She had successfully assembled a Bati 801 Custom from scratch, it had taken her over a year to just find the correct parts, let alone put it together. Catherine ran her hand over the primarily white colored motorcycle, and checked to make sure the secondary navy blue color matched it. On the left side, her custom logo she requested, a black and white painting of the Chicago flag with an albino snake twisted inside the flag itself. Catherine peered to her left, outside the open garage door to the California sun beating down on the ground, it was at least ninety-eight degrees out, it hadn't rained in at least three weeks. She cursed her now-former mechanic for breaking their air conditioner on his way out. A few seconds later the door opened and a little form walked into the garage in a white knee-length sundress, her black hair tied in a bun, she was carrying a glass of what appeared to be iced-tea. The little girl handed her the glass with a smile and said "Mommy said you might be thirsty, she told me to give this to you." Catherine patted the little girl on the head and said "Thank you Molly." Molly was the birth-daughter of Katnis, and despite looking almost exactly like her mother, she instead took up Catherine's habits, she bit her thumb nail while in deep thought, the way she sat on a couch, and even how she walked. A week before they had visited Jack and Meryl in Alaska, to which the entire time, Molly had complained about how cold it was, Catherine had guessed she had become spoiled from the constant warm weather. However, Catherine was pleased to see how easily Molly had gotten along with Jack and Meryl. Catherine was snapped out of her trance by Molly poking around her newly-constructed motorcycle, gawking at it's pristine cleanliness. Catherine said "Be careful Molly, there's a lot of oil, don't slip." Molly nodded "Alright." Catherine asked "Where's your sister?" Molly looked up and asked "Sunny? She's asleep on the couch." Catherine smiled, Sunny had been accepted into college the year before, majoring in cybernetics and minoring in cooking or something along those lines. Sunny was currently visiting for the weekend, and she had often complained about the class being "too easy." Molly tugged at Catherine's jeans and asked "Mommy, may I have sip?" Catherine was about to hand her the drink, but took a drink herself and realized Katnis had put some alcohol in the liquid. Catherine shook her head "Sorry kiddo. You can have something from the fridge." Molly nodded energetically "Alright!" Molly skipped over to the fridge and withdrew a can of soda from the fridge and sat at the counter. After a few minutes, Molly asked "So what's that big bike?" Catherine said "It's a Bati 801 Custom, bullet proof tires, racing-level engine and and exhaust. Top level 209 mph and top of the line brakes." Catherine peered over to Molly who seemed extremely lost. Catherine asked "Where did I lose you?" Molly said "Ba-Bat-Bait-y." Catherine smiled "It's alright. You'll get it one day." Molly asked "So are you done with these motorcycle thingies?" Catherine shook her head "No, why?" Molly said "You spend so much time out here." Catherine said "I know. But I promise, when you're older, we'll go on rides." Molly asked "Why not now?" Catherine patted her on the head and said "You're too young right now." A set of three shadows appeared on the floor of the garage. Catherine turned and saw Jericho, now with an informal buzz cut and he was wearing a three-piece navy blue suit, and was accompanied by two AI guards. Catherine, on instinct went to pull her SOCOM but Jericho raised his hands and said "Calm down sugar tits. I'm not here to fight." Catherine asked "What do you want?" Molly, who was cowering behind Catherine's leg, asked "Mommy, who's that guy?" Jericho smirked "Allow me to introduce myself. I am Francisco Jericho. The Director of Operations for the CIA." Catherine said in a mocking tone "That was a quick rise through the ranks." Jericho shook his head "I was always part of the CIA. I was undercover you see. When you murdered... him, you left right away and they gave me the credit." Catherine rolled her eyes "Great to hear. Now what do you want?" Jericho spread his hands and said "You see, there is a new threat to the East..dare I say, the world. You see. Twelve PMC's have united under one banner. A man by the name of Vergil. He was a major powerhouse in the stockmarket, made millions upon millions, and with his money, he plans on starting his own...warrior nation." Catherine nearly burst out laughing "So, he wants to be the new Big Boss?" Jericho nodded "In a way." Catherine asked "And this pertains to me, how?" Jericho said "I need you to help the CIA take him out." Catherine asked "And why would I do that?" She turned around and started putting away her tools. Jericho raised his voice "They have a nuke, and we think they may have possession of a heavily modified Metal Gear REX." Catherine dropped her wrench and asked "You're going to send me into some country, no weapons, no backup and expect me to take him out?" Jericho shook his head "No." Catherine turned, faced him and asked "Then what?" Jericho smirked again "We are going to provide you with a mobile base, a full armory of weapons, a team to assist you and anything you might require." Catherine asked "What's the catch?" Jericho spread his hands again "Kill the son of a bitch." Catherine nodded "Fine."
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