Disclaimer: I don't own the Syphon Filter series. 989 Studios does
Syphon Filter: The Novelization
Prologue
Guacimo, Costa Rica
Caribbean Rain Forest
So, they are coming, Rhoemer thought. He hated to leave his plantation, but he has no choice. Logan and Xing may be just two agents, but they have already proven to be taken seriously. They have already taken out the plantations defenses, gotten past the majority of the guards, and they are 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-"
"Leave nothing!"
Girdeaux looked at him for a few more seconds, nodded, and then he started to burn the crops around him. He didn't know why Girdeaux questions him so much.
He 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 to much. But he would be stupid to fire her. She always did what she was told, without asking questions, and she is 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." 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 to 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. 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 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 were 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 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." 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?" He stood up. "We watch for the next viral outbreak. We won't have to wait long."
***
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 will have to assign another team to find him faster. "I want two additional teams assigned to this." 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 called the Shadow Man, because he always stood in the shadows. "Logan is my best agent. What do you want to do?" After a few moments of silence, he replied, "nothing. We will wait" He said in a cool and calming way. No matter in what 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 has 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." She shook her head, "not everyone. 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.