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There was an audible click as the safety was flicked off. I pushed the mic away from my mouth; I took aim at the 'hostage' through the sites.

"Go ahead. We've gotten our Intel." Ghost's voice was clear over the COM. I looked over to Roach for a moment, making sure he was happy with the decision. He nodded. I realigned my target in the scope and pulled the trigger back slowly.

"Goodnight, Shepard!"

*BANG*

Scarlet red blood dripped down the former general. He was a traitor. Almost killing Ghost and Roach one time. Thank god he wasn't successful! I wouldn't have been able to live. Those guys were my best friends, sure I was friends with the other guys in the taskforce but these two…. are…. my life I guess, my family really.

By the time I realised what I just did there was a pool of blood dripping from the corpse and onto the floor, down the leg of the chair that was getting a lovely red staining. I didn't hear roach coming up to me and I jumped when I felt his hand on my arm.

"You…. did…. well…Thank you." He managed to get out at last. I look up at him and smile. It felt so good to finally kill the bastard that had once ruined my life. It was an agonising eight months wait but Ghost and Roach bounced back from the brink of death. Ghost was shot in the chest. The bullet was just centimetres from his heart. He died twice whilst on the table undergoing the delicate surgery to remove the shrapnel. Roach, on the other hand. Was shot in the lower gut and received burns to forty percent of his body. However his face though was unscarred and young. His eyes were slightly glazed and it makes me wonder if he was in fact so desperate that he was the one to kill Shepard.

I look around for Ghost and I see him kneeling over Shepard's' body removing his tags, and searching it for any hidden Intel. Whilst we did get what we came here for it was good just to check to see if we could find anything else of use.

After Ghost collected what he wanted from the body he came over to me and motioned with his head to follow him. Roach removed his hand from my arm and went to the door to take up a covering position. Ghost took me into a back room and showed me something he had found. It was a piece of paper formatted in a list. He sighed inwards before he spoke to me.

"You don't know how sorry I am. I'm not sorry because you were the one to put that bullet through that bastards head but I'm sorry because you had to watch your buddies suffer. But worse, this." Ghosts' voice was as icy as ever. He handed me the piece of paper. I looked at the title. 'Most dangerous US soldiers' I gasped and Ghost just sighed again. I continued to look at the title but I shoved the page back into his hands.

"Did you read the list?"

"No." He hands the page back to me.

I look at the list and see that number one has my name on it. I gasped and cursed nasty things under my breath. Ghost was number 4 and Roach number 7. Even some of my other task force friends in the top ten. I dropped the page and slumped to the floor. Ignoring my gear digging into the various parts of my body.

What makes a 17-year-old girl more dangerous then two epic more skilled guys? Even the most skilled task force!

I sit there shaking not able to comprehend that goddamn list. Ghost lends me a hand and helps haul me to my feet. I just don't know what it is that makes me so 'dangerous'. I know I've grown up in the Task force but that shouldn't be the source. True. I do know some secrets and Intel but I would die first before the Russians even got my name! I storm out of the back room and past Shepard's corpse and shoving Roach out of the way I storm off to the waiting Humvee but I didn't go in. Instead I took my headset off and turned my coms off. Then I started taking my vest off. I knew what I was doing was against protocols but I didn't care. I felt like I couldn't breathe.

Roach stumbled back as Eagle shoved past him. She came bursting out of the back room and stormed over to the Humvee. She then started stripping her kit off and Roach feeling flustered looked away even though she wasn't taking any clothes off, just her mission gear. He heard Ghost curse and turned around.

"What was that all about bro?"

"Intel." Ghost replied coldly. The two were great friends but when it came to important missions such as this one, relationships didn't matter. All that mattered was that the job got done and everyone returned to base alive. Ghost had retrieved the paper and handed it over to Roach.

I started to take the larger heavier items off when the guys came out of the door and towards me. I continued to look after my own business and taking care not to damage any equipment. All that was not left to do was to wait for the extraction. The Humvee was just to get to and from the extraction point. Roach came up to me and slapped my back.

"Well done. Deadliest killer!" I was not in the mood so I ignored him.

"Hey, Eagle. What's wrong?" He was suddenly too close for comfort. I just glared at him and suddenly I just snapped. One moment we were standing there and the next he was sprawled against the ground trying to get loose of my grip. I was quite strong for my age and even more so for being a girl; but living my life with these guys have made it mandatory to be strong! Ghost not liking where this was heading stepped behind me and grabbed my arms and with a slight struggle managed to pull me off of Roach. Roach got up and shook the dust off his uniform and made him busy by fiddling with a piece of Intel he found. Clearly embarrassed he lost a pathetic fight with a girl.

After we piled into the Humvee I chose the seat away from everyone else and started spreading my gear out onto the neighbouring seats.

"You're gonna have to put that back on, you realise." I huffed at Ghosts talk and slumped back further into the seat. Roach turned around in his chair and spoke to me for the first time since the scuffle about an hour ago.

"Stop being such a moody cow and do as he says."

"And who rattled your chain?"

Ghost spoke as he was still driving. "Oi, the two of you stop it."

"But, Ghost-"

"No buts just stop it or I'll bash both of your skulls together." Knowing that Ghost sticks to his threats we both fell silent.

I slowly put my kit back on. Taking my time. Once I was done all that remained next to me was my helmet. "Hey, Roach?" I ask.

He takes a moment to respond.

"Yeah?"

"I'm sorry," I start "I didn't mean to snap but I was feeling kinda funny after reading that list."

'Hey," His voice is gentle. "Don't worry, we all have our moments. I forgive you."

Ghost just growls and continues driving. "We are only 4 clicks off of the extraction point." He says after a moment.

I sit there cramped up in the hot Humvee. The Russian weather wasn't too hot but the sun was beating down on the metal car, heating the inside.

Roach just sat in the passenger seat fiddling with the various controls of the Humvee. He was shocked to find that Eagle had apologised but was not at all uncertain as for why she was mad. Ghost had shown him the list and he felt pretty bad for her. He guessed she felt real pissed off, and when he tried to make the situation humorous it took a turn for the worse. However she did say sorry so it wasn't too much of a big deal.

I was bored to no end. Sitting in the back of a boiling Humvee for a few hours knowing that the Russians thought I was the most 'dangerous' solider, and hearing Roach and Ghost talking about their favourite gym exercises. So I was more then relieved when we reached the extraction point. The only thing was that there was not an awaiting chopper. Not another Humvee or any other form of extraction.

"Um..." I muttered.

"We're fucked!" Ghost yelled. I ran my free hand through my dirty gritty hair. My helmet occupied my other hand. But Ghost was right. There was no protection from the elements and there was no shelter. The enemy could easily pick us off.

I decided to call command.

"Command this is squad 6, requesting status of extraction, over."

The reply was slightly fuzzy. "Squad 6 this is command. Sending in immediate extraction. ETA 40 minutes. Over."

"So…. They didn't even have anyone coming to get us?" Roach asked. The coms were linked together so the guys had just heard what I just said.

Ghost piped up. "Nope, command has their heads up their arse."

"What do we do whilst waiting?"

"Well, the sun's setting and we're in the open so let's shelter on the other side of the Humvee?" Ghost had a good idea and we nodded.

We walked over to the other side of the vehicle and sat down. I was knackered and I hadn't slept for two days and the morning was filled with heavy combat.

I slopped down next to Ghost and rested my head against his arm. Falling into a light doze. I wasn't aware of Roach's glare or Ghosts arm wrapping over me.

Roach watched Eagle lean against Ghost and a wave of strange emotion encased him. He couldn't figure it out so he let out a sigh and settled down next to the front tire of the Humvee. Ghost looked at him and even through his mask Roach sensed him raise an eyebrow at him. Roach shook his head and closed his eyes. Just. For. One. Second.

I stirred as I felt Ghosts' weight shift underneath me. I groaned still groggy (Wishing for more sleep) and pushed myself up into a better position. It took a moment for my senses to come to, but when they did I heard the steady chop of helicopter blades approaching. Apon instinct I ducked lower but I heard Ghost telling me to get up and wake Roach. I moved over to him and poked him gently.

"Roach, wakey wakey." Getting no response I put my hands on his shoulders and give him a little shove.

"Huh…. Ah…Oh. Hi." He smiled at me and I collected my helmet and put it on. "Chopper's here, get up." I said to Roach. He then thanked me and proceeded to get up. I clambered up onto the Humvees bonnet and jumped up onto the roof. I was waving my arms like a maniac and eventually the chopper landed about fifty meters off from the Humvee. I jumped straight down from the roof and rummaged inside the old Humvee for the last of our gear and Intel. (We wouldn't be taking the Humvee back. But it was old and crappy). I hauled a pack out and started to drag it over to the chopper. One of the soldiers in there grabbed the pack up and dragged it in. I clambered in after the pack refusing the offer of a hand in. I looked out and saw both Roach and Ghost on their way to the chopper. I offered a hand to Roach as he was first to the chopper and he took it so I helped him in. I then turned around and offered my hand to Ghost who ignored it and clambered in himself. Once we were all seated, the chopper lifted off the ground and headed back to the base.