DISCLAIMER: I do not own Call of Duty, nor am I on the Treyarch developing team (though I wished I was, D:)

Hello once again! Here it is, the third "Task Force 935" fanfic! Yes, this is Black Ops 2 fanfic, even though the game isn't even out (as of writing this), :P

Black to the Future

Chapter 1

Griffin Base, the Moon

April 20, 2017, 15:03:34 Greenwich Meridian Time

Samantha was a very unhappy girl.

After the failure at Der Riese seven months ago, the ex-Phony and zombie controller had retreated back to the Moon. For months, she wallowed in anger, sadness, but most of all, thought. Thought on a new plan to get her revenge on the world. Zombies were out of the question – Der Riese had been the last unguarded storage of Element 115 in the world. "Had been"were the key words here; the former Nazi complex was now crawling with soldiers and scientists of numerous countries.

Samantha had been ready to give up and admit defeat when she found out something curious. It was discovered quite by accident, actually. She had been bored and depressed out of her mind (who said plotting plans of mass destruction was easy?), and decided to teleport into the future just to take a look. It wasn't like sending zombies or clones to attack the future world would yield any new results.

She teleported to the year 2025, and found something new. Something unexpected. Something that she needed.

This new discovery gave Samantha the spark needed for her new plan. It was a plan that no one had ever even dreamed of before. Even Samantha herself was a little doubtful that it would succeed – but hey, desperate times call for desperate measures. For two months she worked out every detail in it, until she was confident that the chances of success were at a maximum.

Now, Samantha was ready to initiate the plan. Entering the desired time period into the teleporter, she was about to activate it when man appeared a few meters away from her. However, she wasn't alarmed – on the contrary, she smiled and greeted the man.

"Hello, Daddy."

Dr. Maxis was a being similar to his daughter, in the fact that both had been killed but resurrected as something that no one, not even them, was familiar with. However, Dr. Maxis hadn't been as fortunate as Samantha to come back in the flesh-and-blood form; rather, he was what most people would call a "ghost".

"Hello, dear."

"You'll be proud to hear zhat I am about to start another plan to avenge you. And zhis time, it vill succeed." Samantha smiled, waiting for her father to give praise, but instead Dr. Maxis frowned.

"Actually, Samantha, I'm here to talk about you "avenging" me."

Now it was Samantha's turn to frown. Had her father gotten soft?

"Daddy, you know zhat zhe vorld vill always be hell as long as zhat evil Richtofen valks free on it."

"Yes, I know. And I still can't forgive him for vhat he did to us both. But don't you zhink zhat it's getting out of hand? Like your recent plan vith WWIII. Vas it really necessary to invade entire countries, killing innocents in zhe process?"

Samantha frowned once again. This wasn't like her father to talk about things like this. "Zhey vere expendable. Zhe real prize is Richtofen."

"Listen to me," Dr. Maxis said sternly. "You've avenged my death a hundred times over in WWIII, not to mention everyone zhat vas killed in zhe 20th century. It's about time zhat you stopped."

Samantha looked at her father with cold, emotionless eyes. "Only Richtofen's death can avenge you. And I vill stop at nothing to get zhat."

She harshly stabbed the teleporter's starter button, and the machine hummed to life. Dr. Maxis was truly worried now. When he had been first turned into this…thing, he had as much hate for Richtofen as Samantha did. But over the years, the hate had faded until it was only a loathing. Granted, he wasn't ever going to forgive Richtofen. But he wasn't going to destroy the world to hunt him down.

"Samantha, please…" he began, but stopped. His daughter had turned around to glare once again at him, and for the first time he realized that Samantha had become a monster, consumed by hate and driven by hate.

"Goodbye, Daddy," Samantha said harshly. Then the teleporter flashed and she was gone, leaving Dr. Maxis standing in the middle of Griffin Base.

The Nazi scientist bit his lip. This wasn't how he expected Samantha to react. He mentally sighed as he prepared to go to his next location. Well, who said talking to children was easy?

Fort A.P. Hill, Virginia

April 20, 2017, 10:12:00

"Aaannnd…time's up."

Price lowered his M4A1, surveying his work on the firing range. Of the cardboard cutouts that had popped up, he had hit all but two of them.

"Nice work, Price," Soap congratulated.

"Thanks, mate." The captain changed his mag, flipped the safety on and joined his Task Force 935 buddies sitting on one of the benches for spectators. Soap, Yuri and Nikolai the Pilot had already gone, with three, four, and six misses, respectively. Richtofen was up next.

"I don't think I'll be as accurate as you," Nikolai the Pilot said glumly. "These hands were made to fly, not to shoot."

"Well, flying is still important in war. Don't forget that."

"Hey everyone, let's see if Richtofen can beat Price," Yuri said as the Doctor prepped his M16A1.

"Heh, two misses is the lowest I've ever…" the words died in Soap's throat as they watched Richtofen unloaded the mag into the cutouts, with each burst a perfect headshot.

"Oh…never mind."

Dempsey laughed. "You spend days on end stuck in a building with a bunch of bloodthirsty maggot sacks, you learn to aim for the head."

Richtofen finished terrorizing the cardboard, and Dempsey stood up to take a go at them. His performance was just as impressive as Richtofen's. So was Takeo's, and Nikolai the Drunk's was so-so. But that was probably because of the vodka. When Task Force 935 first came onto A.P. Hill, the fort commander had tried to force the Russian to become sober. After a grand total of twenty-seven alcohol-free hours, Nikolai the Drunk had stolen one of the fort's jeeps and headed to the nearest alcohol store, injuring sixteen guards in the process. He was allowed to drink after that.

After more exercises, the group was finally allowed to go back to their barrack for a rest before dinner. They propped their guns up against the wall and flung themselves into their bunks, either to chat in comfort or take a nap. However, they were interrupted when the middle of the barrack flashed with light, temporarily blinding everyone. When Task Force 935's vision returned, they found themselves looking at a young man. None of them knew who he was, until Richtofen coolly told them: "Hello, Maxis."

"Richtofen," Dr. Maxis answered, also coolly.

"Whoa! You're that Dr. Maxis guy who Richtofen worked with!" Dempsey said.

Takeo bowed. "It's an honor to meet you in person."

Dr. Maxis gave a nervous chuckle. "Well, I won't exactly call myself a person. But zhat's another story," he said, growing urgent. "Samantha has gone into zhe future to do only God knows vhat, and you all need to chase after her!"

Soap gave a confused look. "Umm…if I remember correctly what Richtofen told us, Samantha's your daughter."

"And?"

"Well, it seems awfully strange to tell some soldiers to go stop and possibly kill your daughter."

Dr. Maxis sighed and sat down on a bunk. "It is. It pains me to no end. But I've just realized vhat a monster she has become, so I tell myself it's for zhe better. Still…" the German scientist trailed off, lost in his thoughts.

"If you really want to do this, we'll do it," Nikolai the Pilot said. The others nodded.

Dr. Maxis heaved a sigh. "All right then."

"Wait. You said Samantha went into the future. So we need a teleporter for this," Price said.

"Oh, zhat. No vorries; I've got a trick up my sleeve," Dr. Maxis said as he closed his eyes and concentrated on the eight men around him.

"Really? What's tha –" Nikolai the Drunk began, but was cut short as Dr. Maxis teleported Task Force 935 to the future. One of his powers was the ability to teleport people and objects all by himself. He suspected Samantha also possessed that talent, but either she didn't know about it or didn't like using it (it drained his energy as fast as a man lost in a desert would chug down water). In later years, the incident would become one of the greatest pieces of military folklore of all time: eight elite men disappearing without a trace right in the middle of a busy army fort.

Exhausted, Dr. Maxis slumped back onto a bunk. The game was afoot.