Disclaimer: I don't own the Syphon Filter series. 989 Studios does. Also,
the prologue and first 4 chapters of this story belong to Raven-Dog (except
for a few minor/major additions). The rest is my work.
Syphon Filter: The Novelization
Started by Raven-Dog, continued by Dark Sploosh
Prologue
Guacimo, Costa Rica
Caribbean Rain Forest
So, they are coming, Rhoemer thought. He hated to leave his plantation, but he had no choice. Logan and Xing may have been just two agents, but they had already proven to be taken seriously. They had already taken out the plantation's defenses, gotten past the majority of the guards, and were currently on their way to his location. Which means you better move before they get you, too. He looked to his left. Anton Girdeaux had his flame- flower, ready to burn the plants and Logan. As much he would to see Logan burn, they just would have to settle with burning the plants. He addressed to everyone around him, "they are coming." He turned to Girdeaux, "go, torch it. Burn it all." "But what about the serum?" asked Mara Aramov nearby. "Leave nothing!" Girdeaux looked at him for a few more seconds, nodded, and then he started to burn the crops around him. Rhoemer turned his attention to the pair on his right. Aramov had a .45 to the Informant's head. Mara Aramov, the Expert Assassin. He would never admit it, but she scared him a little bit. She always seemed to enjoy her job too much. But he would be stupid to fire her. She always did what she was told, without asking questions, and she was very loyal to her employers. He spoke so everyone else could hear him. "Now I will show how I deal with informants." He turned around and started to walk towards the cargo plane, turned around half way to look at Mara. "Finish him," he said, without any remorse in his voice. As he turned around he heard her reply, "with pleasure." A cold shiver went down his spine. She said it in a purring, pleasurable, manner. Like he said, she enjoyed her work too much.
Gabriel Logan turned his head from left to right, but he still didn't see Ellis. That was weird. He should be here. He sat on a crate and took out his GPS, and coordinates that Ellis had sent. They were at the spot, but where was Ellis? Had something happened to him? He hoped not. He had fought with Ellis since they had both been in the Army Rangers from back in the early 1980s. He looked up to see his partner, Lian Xing, coming up to him. She was crouch walking, with her .45 in front of her. She had been with him since he got her into the Agency. They had met before, back when he was a Ranger, but now was not the time to relive old memories. When she got up to him, she shook her head no, as an indication that she didn't found Ellis either.
"Strange," he said. "These are the coordinates Ellis sent." Before Lian could reply two shots range out from behind Logan. At he first one both stiffened up. On the second, Logan brought his 9mm out in the direction of the shots. Lian pointed in the same direction, "over there." Both of them took off in that direction. On the way they saw two helicopters. One was leaving, and another was landing. They decided to keep on in the direction of the shots. Soon they came to an area with tents, and plants were burning around it. In the middle he saw Ellis' body, with blood coming out of the back of his head. No, Ellis. One of his best friends was dead. H started to feel angry, but he put it away. One rule he made was when your friend died in the field, never let revenge rule your emotions. There would be time to mourn and be angry later. For now, he and Lian had work to do. He reached out with his left hand and closed his eyes. After that he waved over Lian. She was looking at the plants that were being burned. She came up to him and knelt down on the other side of Ellis' body. "It's Ellis. Executed," he said. He looked up at her and asked, "Lian, did you find anything?" She shook her head. "The place is torched. I don't know what they were growing, but it wasn't narcotics," she replied. He looked around, and turned back to her with an angry face. "Rhoemer knew we were coming." She nodded in agreement. "So what's our next move?" she queried. He stood up. "I'm going after Rhoemer. You secure our escape." He ran off in the direction of the airfield, while behind him, Lian started to contact HQ.
Rhoemer sat in the cargo hold of the plane as it began to pick up speed. In a few moments, him and his men would be gone. He noticed a small cloud of dust moving closer to the open cargo door. Soon, he could see that it was a jeep, and Logan was riding it. "Dammit! Men, Logan is here. I'm going for my parachute and armor. You hold him off!" he shouted as he started to run for the cockpit. His men cocked their rifles and hid behind the crates, preparing to ambush Logan.
Gabe leaped from the jeep onto the open door, drew his 9mm, and climbed up into the plane as the door closed behind him. The room was full of a few crates, and a door was on the other side was the only exit. As he stepped forwards, three guards suddenly rolled out from behind the crates. They pointed their rifles at him as he rolled behind the nearest crate, and cocked his gun. He got up an fired at the nearest guard, and as blood seeped from his stomach and he slumped to the group, he moved to the left and opened fire on the other two. The enemy bullets slammed into the crates that protected him, and the guards both collapsed dead, each with small, bloody holes in their heads. Gabe collected the guns and ammo, and holstered his 9mm as he drew his new rifle. He loaded it, and set it to automatic fire. He started for the door, but on the way, he noticed a strange helmet lying on a crate. Only the Agency had access to this kind of bulletproof helmet. It was suspicious, and Logan decided to ask Markinson about it when he got back. For now, he stepped through the door. Two guards near the stairs at the other end of the room opened fire on him, but he rolled to the left and held the trigger of his gun as the automatic fire ripped through the air and entered the chests of the guards. They collapsed to the ground, holding their chests. Gabe neared the steps, and noticed two crates lying nearby on the floor. He ran up to them and opened them. Inside one was an empty UAS rifle, a super powerful shotgun. Inside the other was 12 shells for it. He loaded the gun, and strapped it to his back. That's when he heard a door open above him. Looking up, he saw Rhoemer, in full body armor, running down the stairs with a rifle. He opened fire on Gabe, but Gabe ducked behind a crate. Rhoemer disappeared back into the cargo hold. Gabe ran after him, and saw Rhoemer standing by the closed door. He fired at Gabe again, and the agent ducked back into the other room. He didn't have anything that could pierce Rhoemer's armor, but he had an idea. He quickly ran up the stairs to the cockpit, and was greeted with a handgun blast from the co-pilot. He dispatched the co-pilot, and the pilot screamed in fear. "Keep this plane flying, or you're dead," said Gabe, pointing his gun at the back of the pilot's head. The man mumbled a reply. Still training his gun on the man's head, Logan ran over to the controls for the cargo door and pressed the open button. And then, just in case, he grabbed the last parachute and put it on. He ran back to the cargo hold, and rolled behind a jeep that was near Rhoemer. The cargo door was now open, and Gabe strapped his rifle to his back, and pulled the UAS out and pumped it. Then he leaped out and opened fire on Rhoemer. The terrorist stumbled backwards from the force of the blast. Logan fired again, knocking him even closer to the open door, and blowing the rifle out of his hand. He fired one last shot, and Rhoemer screamed as he was blown out of the plane, and fell from sight. "Yes!" exclaimed Logan, and he ran over to the door and looked down. Then he frowned. Rhoemer had been wearing a parachute, and he had opened it and was floating to safety. Logan raised the shotgun, but the terrorist was too far away. "Dammit!" Suddenly, a burst of bullets hit the edge of the door. Logan turned around and saw Aramov and Girdeaux firing at him. He didn't have time to think. He jumped out the door and opened his parachute. As he floated to the ground, he turned on his communicator. "Lian, Rhoemer got away. Have you managed to find an escape route?" "Yeah," came Lian's voice. "It's an old attack chopper, but it has enough fuel to get us out of here." "Good, I'll send you my coordinates."
Washington D.C.
The Agency
"Logan's report is clear enough," replied Agency Deputy Director Edward Benton. Agency Director Thomas Markinson looked up and nodded in agreement. It was very clear. They needed to find Rhoemer quick. He would have to assign another team to find him faster. "I want two additional teams assigned to this," he ordered.
He looked at Benton and added a little edge into his voice, "find
Rhoemer." Benton nodded in agreement.
"I understand."
Then, he left the office. After he left, Markinson turned his attention to the man standing behind him. He was called the Shadow Man, because he always stood in the shadows. "Logan is my best agent. What do you want to do?" asked Markinson. After a few moments of silence, he replied. "Nothing. We will wait," he said in a cool and calming way. No matter what the situation, he always had that self-controlling, calm voice. "We will wait and see what he can discover."
Khumbu, Nepal
Sherpa Village
Great, another outbreak, Logan thought. He looked around. Chance and the other CBDC agents were cleaning up. Nice spot for a test. Isolated, no advanced hospitals for miles, and also a nice environment to see if the virus can survive. Up here it was cold and snowing. And from the looks of things, it seemed that the virus had survived, and done its job well. Chance told him that everyone within a hundred miles is dead. He sighed. He wondered when this madness would end. He looked around for Lian. She was a few meters away, examining a victim. He walked up to her.
"Our W.H.O. contact was correct. Everyone within a hundred miles is
dead." "Not everyone," she said, shaking her head. "This man is still
alive." What! A survivor! It's about time. But, how? This virus is very deadly. How did he survive? Time to find out. "How is that possible?" he asked. She looked up at him. "It's not," she said, bluntly. She held up something for him to take. It was a needle, and it was empty. He doubted that they would find any traces left in it, but anything is possible. He sighed again. And he once again wondered when this madness would end.
Syphon Filter: The Novelization
Started by Raven-Dog, continued by Dark Sploosh
Prologue
Guacimo, Costa Rica
Caribbean Rain Forest
So, they are coming, Rhoemer thought. He hated to leave his plantation, but he had no choice. Logan and Xing may have been just two agents, but they had already proven to be taken seriously. They had already taken out the plantation's defenses, gotten past the majority of the guards, and were currently on their way to his location. Which means you better move before they get you, too. He looked to his left. Anton Girdeaux had his flame- flower, ready to burn the plants and Logan. As much he would to see Logan burn, they just would have to settle with burning the plants. He addressed to everyone around him, "they are coming." He turned to Girdeaux, "go, torch it. Burn it all." "But what about the serum?" asked Mara Aramov nearby. "Leave nothing!" Girdeaux looked at him for a few more seconds, nodded, and then he started to burn the crops around him. Rhoemer turned his attention to the pair on his right. Aramov had a .45 to the Informant's head. Mara Aramov, the Expert Assassin. He would never admit it, but she scared him a little bit. She always seemed to enjoy her job too much. But he would be stupid to fire her. She always did what she was told, without asking questions, and she was very loyal to her employers. He spoke so everyone else could hear him. "Now I will show how I deal with informants." He turned around and started to walk towards the cargo plane, turned around half way to look at Mara. "Finish him," he said, without any remorse in his voice. As he turned around he heard her reply, "with pleasure." A cold shiver went down his spine. She said it in a purring, pleasurable, manner. Like he said, she enjoyed her work too much.
Gabriel Logan turned his head from left to right, but he still didn't see Ellis. That was weird. He should be here. He sat on a crate and took out his GPS, and coordinates that Ellis had sent. They were at the spot, but where was Ellis? Had something happened to him? He hoped not. He had fought with Ellis since they had both been in the Army Rangers from back in the early 1980s. He looked up to see his partner, Lian Xing, coming up to him. She was crouch walking, with her .45 in front of her. She had been with him since he got her into the Agency. They had met before, back when he was a Ranger, but now was not the time to relive old memories. When she got up to him, she shook her head no, as an indication that she didn't found Ellis either.
"Strange," he said. "These are the coordinates Ellis sent." Before Lian could reply two shots range out from behind Logan. At he first one both stiffened up. On the second, Logan brought his 9mm out in the direction of the shots. Lian pointed in the same direction, "over there." Both of them took off in that direction. On the way they saw two helicopters. One was leaving, and another was landing. They decided to keep on in the direction of the shots. Soon they came to an area with tents, and plants were burning around it. In the middle he saw Ellis' body, with blood coming out of the back of his head. No, Ellis. One of his best friends was dead. H started to feel angry, but he put it away. One rule he made was when your friend died in the field, never let revenge rule your emotions. There would be time to mourn and be angry later. For now, he and Lian had work to do. He reached out with his left hand and closed his eyes. After that he waved over Lian. She was looking at the plants that were being burned. She came up to him and knelt down on the other side of Ellis' body. "It's Ellis. Executed," he said. He looked up at her and asked, "Lian, did you find anything?" She shook her head. "The place is torched. I don't know what they were growing, but it wasn't narcotics," she replied. He looked around, and turned back to her with an angry face. "Rhoemer knew we were coming." She nodded in agreement. "So what's our next move?" she queried. He stood up. "I'm going after Rhoemer. You secure our escape." He ran off in the direction of the airfield, while behind him, Lian started to contact HQ.
Rhoemer sat in the cargo hold of the plane as it began to pick up speed. In a few moments, him and his men would be gone. He noticed a small cloud of dust moving closer to the open cargo door. Soon, he could see that it was a jeep, and Logan was riding it. "Dammit! Men, Logan is here. I'm going for my parachute and armor. You hold him off!" he shouted as he started to run for the cockpit. His men cocked their rifles and hid behind the crates, preparing to ambush Logan.
Gabe leaped from the jeep onto the open door, drew his 9mm, and climbed up into the plane as the door closed behind him. The room was full of a few crates, and a door was on the other side was the only exit. As he stepped forwards, three guards suddenly rolled out from behind the crates. They pointed their rifles at him as he rolled behind the nearest crate, and cocked his gun. He got up an fired at the nearest guard, and as blood seeped from his stomach and he slumped to the group, he moved to the left and opened fire on the other two. The enemy bullets slammed into the crates that protected him, and the guards both collapsed dead, each with small, bloody holes in their heads. Gabe collected the guns and ammo, and holstered his 9mm as he drew his new rifle. He loaded it, and set it to automatic fire. He started for the door, but on the way, he noticed a strange helmet lying on a crate. Only the Agency had access to this kind of bulletproof helmet. It was suspicious, and Logan decided to ask Markinson about it when he got back. For now, he stepped through the door. Two guards near the stairs at the other end of the room opened fire on him, but he rolled to the left and held the trigger of his gun as the automatic fire ripped through the air and entered the chests of the guards. They collapsed to the ground, holding their chests. Gabe neared the steps, and noticed two crates lying nearby on the floor. He ran up to them and opened them. Inside one was an empty UAS rifle, a super powerful shotgun. Inside the other was 12 shells for it. He loaded the gun, and strapped it to his back. That's when he heard a door open above him. Looking up, he saw Rhoemer, in full body armor, running down the stairs with a rifle. He opened fire on Gabe, but Gabe ducked behind a crate. Rhoemer disappeared back into the cargo hold. Gabe ran after him, and saw Rhoemer standing by the closed door. He fired at Gabe again, and the agent ducked back into the other room. He didn't have anything that could pierce Rhoemer's armor, but he had an idea. He quickly ran up the stairs to the cockpit, and was greeted with a handgun blast from the co-pilot. He dispatched the co-pilot, and the pilot screamed in fear. "Keep this plane flying, or you're dead," said Gabe, pointing his gun at the back of the pilot's head. The man mumbled a reply. Still training his gun on the man's head, Logan ran over to the controls for the cargo door and pressed the open button. And then, just in case, he grabbed the last parachute and put it on. He ran back to the cargo hold, and rolled behind a jeep that was near Rhoemer. The cargo door was now open, and Gabe strapped his rifle to his back, and pulled the UAS out and pumped it. Then he leaped out and opened fire on Rhoemer. The terrorist stumbled backwards from the force of the blast. Logan fired again, knocking him even closer to the open door, and blowing the rifle out of his hand. He fired one last shot, and Rhoemer screamed as he was blown out of the plane, and fell from sight. "Yes!" exclaimed Logan, and he ran over to the door and looked down. Then he frowned. Rhoemer had been wearing a parachute, and he had opened it and was floating to safety. Logan raised the shotgun, but the terrorist was too far away. "Dammit!" Suddenly, a burst of bullets hit the edge of the door. Logan turned around and saw Aramov and Girdeaux firing at him. He didn't have time to think. He jumped out the door and opened his parachute. As he floated to the ground, he turned on his communicator. "Lian, Rhoemer got away. Have you managed to find an escape route?" "Yeah," came Lian's voice. "It's an old attack chopper, but it has enough fuel to get us out of here." "Good, I'll send you my coordinates."
Washington D.C.
The Agency
"Logan's report is clear enough," replied Agency Deputy Director Edward Benton. Agency Director Thomas Markinson looked up and nodded in agreement. It was very clear. They needed to find Rhoemer quick. He would have to assign another team to find him faster. "I want two additional teams assigned to this," he ordered.
He looked at Benton and added a little edge into his voice, "find
Rhoemer." Benton nodded in agreement.
"I understand."
Then, he left the office. After he left, Markinson turned his attention to the man standing behind him. He was called the Shadow Man, because he always stood in the shadows. "Logan is my best agent. What do you want to do?" asked Markinson. After a few moments of silence, he replied. "Nothing. We will wait," he said in a cool and calming way. No matter what the situation, he always had that self-controlling, calm voice. "We will wait and see what he can discover."
Khumbu, Nepal
Sherpa Village
Great, another outbreak, Logan thought. He looked around. Chance and the other CBDC agents were cleaning up. Nice spot for a test. Isolated, no advanced hospitals for miles, and also a nice environment to see if the virus can survive. Up here it was cold and snowing. And from the looks of things, it seemed that the virus had survived, and done its job well. Chance told him that everyone within a hundred miles is dead. He sighed. He wondered when this madness would end. He looked around for Lian. She was a few meters away, examining a victim. He walked up to her.
"Our W.H.O. contact was correct. Everyone within a hundred miles is
dead." "Not everyone," she said, shaking her head. "This man is still
alive." What! A survivor! It's about time. But, how? This virus is very deadly. How did he survive? Time to find out. "How is that possible?" he asked. She looked up at him. "It's not," she said, bluntly. She held up something for him to take. It was a needle, and it was empty. He doubted that they would find any traces left in it, but anything is possible. He sighed again. And he once again wondered when this madness would end.