Kiera "Sable" Tanaka moved silently through the shadows, her form blending seamlessly with the darkness around her. Her silver eyes glimmered faintly, the only visible sign of her presence as she navigated the maze of abandoned buildings. Her movements were precise and calculated, every step echoing the deadly quiet of someone who had mastered control over her environment. With a flick of her wrist, a subtle distortion rippled through the air, her Void Barrier momentarily appearing to deflect a stray bullet.

Her enemies didn't stand a chance.

With a sharp exhale, she lashed out, her hand cutting through the air in a fluid motion. One after another, the curses—spectral, twisted manifestations of malevolent energy—were torn apart by invisible forces, their forms dissipating into nothingness with eerie swiftness. Her control over space and time was unmatched, bending reality to her will as she launched curses into the walls with a force that left the ground shaking beneath her feet.

Her brother, Satoru, was an unseen force, his movements even more imperceptible than hers. While Kiera wielded her power with calculated force, Satoru was an enigma, moving through the chaos like a whisper in the wind. His presence was a blur, a flash of light in the corner of her eye, his unrelenting energy pushing through the space like a storm.

Together, they were unstoppable.

Kiera's gaze briefly met Satoru's in the dim light as he executed another flawless strike, effortlessly dispatching yet another wave of curses. She felt his overwhelming presence before she saw it—his unshakable confidence, his relentless drive to annihilate anything that posed a threat. His eyes, so similar to hers, locked onto her for a fraction of a second as he seamlessly moved on, ensuring their path was clear. She could feel the pull of his energy, like the calm before a tempest.

In mere moments, the entire area had been cleared—every curse eradicated, every danger neutralized, without a sound. The stillness of the battlefield was almost surreal as they stood amidst the ruin they had left behind, the echoes of their destructive power fading into the night.

And just like that, they were done. No trace of their passing, only the remnants of what they had left in their wake: nothing but silence and the ghosts of their enemies.

Satoru threw an arm around his little sister's shoulder, his usual cocky grin stretched across his face. His presence, as always, was larger than life, and even in the wake of their swift, brutal takedown, his confidence radiated from him like an unspoken force.

"We did so well, Sable," he said, his voice low and teasing, as he ruffled her hair with the same affectionate energy he had since they were kids. He couldn't help but feel a surge of pride watching her—his sister, the one who shared the same unrelenting drive and power. Despite her usually cool, controlled demeanor, he always knew she was capable of so much more. Watching her in action was like witnessing perfection itself, every movement fluid, every strike precise.

"I'm happy I get to work with you now," he continued, his voice softening just for a moment, an unspoken bond strengthening between them. There was a rare warmth behind his usual cockiness, a deep sense of pride that only surfaced when he was truly comfortable. His arm tightened around her for a brief second, as if to emphasize his words.

He paused for a second, his gaze flickering toward the remnants of the cursed spirits they'd obliterated, before turning back to her, his grin returning full force. "Do you think the organization is going to let us do this more often?" he asked, the playful edge creeping back into his voice as he nudged her. "If they don't, well... they're idiots."

Satoru's eyes glinted mischievously, as if he already knew the answer to his question. He was, after all, an unstoppable force—both on his own and when paired with his sister. Together, they were a power that no one, not even the higher-ups, could ignore.

A voice behind them grumbled, cutting through the tension between the siblings. "If you two stop drenching the place in cursed blood, then yes." The words were followed by a distinct sigh of frustration, and they both turned to find Megumi, standing there drenched in the very blood they'd left behind. His expression was a mixture of annoyance and exhaustion, his dark eyes narrowed as he stood, holding a blast ring in one hand—the other clearly not thrilled about the current state of things.

"And anyway, they let Task Force 141 work together, and I don't see why not," Megumi continued, his voice low but laced with the unmistakable tone of a man who'd been through far too many ridiculous situations to tolerate anymore. His armor was streaked with the cursed blood that had splattered from their latest skirmish, and it was clear that he hadn't been particularly fond of the chaos they'd left behind.

Kiera couldn't help but chuckle at the sight. Despite her usual stoic demeanor, the image of her usually composed teammate looking like a mess was undeniably amusing. She raised an eyebrow, her lips curling slightly in amusement. "Guess it's not as fun for you when you're the one cleaning up," she remarked dryly, her voice a mix of humor and challenge.

Megumi shot her a look that could've frozen anyone else on the spot, but she only smirked back. Still, he sighed heavily and turned to her, his gaze softening just a fraction. "Now get this off me." He gestured to the cursed blood that clung to his clothes and face like a second skin, clearly hoping for some form of assistance in getting rid of it.

Satoru let out a loud, obnoxious laugh at the scene, his usual cocky grin never fading. "Guess that's what you get for tagging along with us, Megumi," he teased, throwing an arm around Kiera's shoulders again, a playful glint in his eyes. "You know, maybe we should let Megumi handle the cleanup from now on. He looks like he's in his element."

Kiera shot her brother a quick, amused glance before turning back to Megumi, her expression shifting to one of reluctant amusement. "Fine," she muttered, her voice low as she reached out with one hand, her powers wrapping around the cursed blood to lift it off him with a swift motion. The blood that had clung to his clothes and skin seemed to evaporate in the blink of an eye, leaving Megumi standing there, looking a lot less miserable than before.

As the last remnants of cursed blood vanished into the air, Megumi looked at her with a mix of gratitude and mild embarrassment. "Next time, I'm taking my chances with the cursed spirits," he muttered, wiping his face with the back of his hand. Kiera just smirked again, her usual confident, detached air returning as she shrugged nonchalantly.

"Deal with it, Megumi. It's part of the job."

Satoru, still grinning, leaned closer to Kiera, his voice dropping into a teasing whisper. "See? We make a great team. Even Megumi agrees."

Megumi rolled his eyes and, though he said nothing, the faintest of smirks tugged at the corner of his lips. Maybe, just maybe, they had a point.

SCENEBREAK

'They reached back to the base, the familiar hum of activity filling the air. Kiera felt the crackle of energy around her, the faintest twinge of anticipation lingering in the air. As they made their way through the bustling camp, an obvious burst of loud laughter broke through the noise. It wasn't her brother's trademark laugh; Satoru was already waiting for her near the entrance of a large tent, talking with Megumi in a low conversation. The sound of raucous mirth drew Kiera's attention, and she couldn't help but smirk slightly at the unexpected commotion.

The presence of Task Force 141 was unmistakable. Kiera could feel the weight of their six eyes on her—their collective awareness and quiet intensity made them stand out, even amongst the heavy bustle of their surroundings. Despite their stoic exterior, they were far from a dull group. The knowledge of them, their reputation, and the unspoken connection between them and her team settled in Kiera's chest. She was familiar with their power, their history, and their efficiency. No stranger to chaos, but always ready to adapt.

They entered the tent, where the voices and laughter grew louder, the mood far more relaxed than the usual tense atmosphere they all operated under. Inside, Captain Price, Soap, Gaz, and Ghost were gathered, all present and in various states of readiness. They sat or stood in the midst of mission preparation, making the room feel alive with energy. But the most noticeable presence among them was their higher-up, Elara West, a woman Kiera had seen before but had yet to speak with.

Her smile was warm and genuine, a sharp contrast to the cold, calculating nature of the environment they were in. She looked up from her conversation and nodded to Satoru, Megumi, and Kiera, as if acknowledging their arrival with an air of welcoming authority.

"Ah, you three came just in time," she said, her voice smooth and sure. She gestured toward the assembled group with a sweeping motion. "Guys, this is Task Force 141. They'll be joining us in cleaning up this cursed town."

The air in the tent shifted slightly as the members of Task Force 141 stood to acknowledge their new allies. Price, the ever-steady leader, gave a subtle nod of approval, his sharp eyes sizing them up, but not without a hint of respect. Soap, ever the lively one, grinned and clapped his hands together with a rough chuckle, clearly eager to see what the new team members brought to the table. Ghost remained silent but gave them a slight tilt of his head, his mask hiding any emotions, yet the slight shift in posture told Kiera that he was intrigued by what these new arrivals had to offer.

Gaz was the first to speak, his voice calm but with a touch of curiosity. "Another cursed cleanup crew?" His eyes swept over Kiera, Satoru, and Megumi, sizing them up with a glance. "Hope you're as good as they say."

"We'll see," Soap chimed in, his grin still wide, though the usual tension of his job lingered just behind his enthusiasm. "But don't expect us to go easy on you."

Kiera raised an eyebrow, her expression remaining cool and collected as she glanced between the members of Task Force 141. She could feel the weight of their gazes on her, testing, evaluating. But she wasn't fazed. "I don't need you to go easy on me," she replied, her voice smooth with quiet confidence. "In fact, I'd prefer you didn't."

Satoru let out a quiet laugh at her remark, clearly amused. "She's got a way with words," he added, his usual teasing tone light in the room, though there was a warmth in his voice that hinted at his deep trust in his sister.

Megumi, ever the stoic one, merely nodded in acknowledgment, his dark eyes flicking over to Ghost, their silent understanding clear. They had a similar way of moving—calm, controlled, and purposeful—nothing needed to be said to know that their teamwork would flow seamlessly.

Elara West turned to address both sides, her expression serious now, the momentary warmth fading as she focused on the task ahead. "Alright, everyone," she said, her voice carrying authority. "We have a lot of ground to cover. Let's move out—together."

With that, the tension in the room shifted, and each member of Task Force 141 and the cursed cleanup team made their preparations, fully aware that this partnership could either make or break the mission. The weight of the task ahead was never far from their minds, but in this moment, there was a rare sense of unity among them. Whether they were cursed energy manipulators or elite soldiers, they were all on the same side, fighting the same battle.

And for Kiera, this was just the beginning of what would prove to be an interesting, if not dangerous, collaboration.