I forgot to mention this in the last chapter: I DO NOT FUCKING OWN ANYTHING! NONE OF IT. WAS EVER. MINE! Thank you, and good day.
One Thing Led To Another: Part 2
9:15 p.m.
As the truck came closer to the burger joint, Ghost and the gang started to hear screaming coming from the building. Once they were really close, one thug armed with an RPK signalled them to stop. Ghost pulled the brakes. "What are you doing here?" the thug questioned "The boss says this place is off limits as of now!" Ghost glanced at his companions; before he pulled out his pistol and shot him twice in the torso in point blank.
"My bloody arse. Weapons free!" Ghost ordered.
Two other thugs turned to the source of the commotion, but were quickly gunned down by Meat and Roach. "Right," Ghost began as he came out of the vehicle "you bastards will regret doing this!" Suddenly, three more thugs exited the building and took cover before the team could take them out. Roach hid behind a car while Meat took cover by a lamp post. One thug chipped off a piece of the lamp post with a bullet from his FAL. "Jesus Christ!" Meat yelled. It was then Meat saw a weapon lying beside the body of a thug he and Roach killed earlier. With the three thugs getting distracted by Ghost & Roach, Meat dashed for the fallen thug's weapon. "Hell yeah!" he exclaimed. He checked the chamber if it was fully loaded, and once he knew it was, he unloaded a rain of lead on where the poor motherfuckers were hiding.
Ghost, who was hiding behind the thug leader's pickup truck, told Meat "Meat! Keep them suppressed! I'm going to try and flank them from the-"
"Wait, let me do it!" Roach interrupted.
Ghost shot a glance at him. "Are you sure?" he asks. Roach nodded. "Alright, then. Go get 'em!"
Roach sprinted to his right side; dodging bullets as they permeated the ground with holes. He quickly hid behind a wooden cart and put a fresh magazine into his pistol. "Alright," he checked his Taurus' chamber "15 rounds...with four magazines remaining..." he said to himself. He put his head up just enough for him to see what the thugs were doing right now without getting seen himself. They weren't paying much attention. Roach seized this moment and aimed his pistol at them.
5 Shots each...
...for three thugs...
Roach closed his eyes for ten seconds, and suddenly began to see everything in slow motion. He got up and pulled the trigger fifteen times as his gaze became fixed on the enemy. He didn't blink as the their blood rushed out of their heads and met the concrete below. He didn't wince as he heard their bodies hit the ground.
He just smiled.
Six men down, six more to go...
Ghost and Meat poked their heads out their respective hiding spots. They looked around, and saw what Roach did. Even though the place was dark and the only lights came from the buildings around them, both men could easily make out the outcome of Roach's kill streak. Roach walked up to Ghost and handed him an MP5K one of the thugs used to own. "I think you could use this, sir." he said. Ghost holstered his pistol and flicked the blood off the weapon. "Yeah, I could..." he replied, before ordering "Stack up, boys. We're gonna give our friends here one hell of a surprise party..."
Meanwhile, on the inside of the burger joint, the gang leader was hiding behind the counter. His revolver is still drawn as his left hand covers the cashier's mouth. "Enrique!" he said to the man beside him "Go check what happened outside." The man in the wife-beater got up and vaulted out of the counter. He charged his AKM, sending waves of fear through the nervous systems of the people inside. But before he could lay his hands on the door handle...
*BOOM*
A white light obscured his vision; he dropped his rifle and clutched his head. His ears were ringing, and pretty soon he began to feel a searing hot pain in his abdomen...as well as blood rushing up his throat. He collapsed dead in three seconds.
The gang leader poked his head up from the counter to see what was going on. Three men, including one in a skull mask, put down his men in three seconds with laser-like precision. Fear began running through his veins as he aimed his .38 at the man in the center. "Good to see you again, mate!" said the masked man; whose rifle was trained at his head. "Take your gun down, and let the lady go, will you?" He didn't notice that the woman managed to free herself from his grip as fear paralyzed him. "Good..." said the skull-face. "Now get down on the ground..." he said, before raising his voice "GET DOWN ON THE BLOODY GROUND NOW!" The man shook his head. "No!" he said in Portuguese "You'll never take me alive!"
He aimed the gun at his own head and...
*BANG*
"NO!"
His body fell to the ground; a puddle of blood formed on the checkered floor of the restaurant. "Damn," Ghost said "So this must've been what it felt like when Captain Price attempted to apprehend Zakhaev's son..." Meat chuckled, "Ain't it a bitch..." he muttered. He slowly walked towards where the door was while Roach just gaped. Ghost took out a cigarette from his pocket and pulled his mask up halfway. "Meat, Roach, secure the hostages..." he ordered, taking a drag out of his cigarette afterwards. Roach and Meat put down their weapons and began tending to the people inside. It took about eight minutes for them to get done.
"Well, what now, sir?" Meat asked. Ghost shrugged, "I guess some weird stuff happens to people like us, mate." he said "We just wanted to eat someplace, and then one thing led to another..." The American chuckled. Ghost looked sideways at Roach, who was still staring at the drug dealer's corpse. "He looks familiar, doesn't he?"
"Hmm?"
"That man..."
"Oh, yeah. I guess he does..."
Ghost squatted down beside his friend. "Jorge Reyes is a stupid low-life." he says. "He should've thought twice about attempting to deal with Makarov..."
"What does Makarov even want with him, anyway?" the Welshman asked.
"I dunno," Ghost replied "MacTavish won't tell me. He says it's beyond my pay grade."
Both men laughed. "Come on," Ghost says as he got up "let's get a move-on." He offered his hand to Roach, who took it and pulled himself up. Meat was leaning by the wall near the door as he watched both men walk toward the entrance. "Ready to go?" he asks. Ghost and Roach nodded simultaneously. Meat opened the door. But before they could all get out, they saw a large array of pickup trucks; bordered by a regiment-sized platoon of angry thugs. "Jesus..." Meat muttered "...where are the figgin' cops when you need 'em?"
"There they are..." Roach said, pointing to a bunch of shot-up cars labeled "Police" in Portuguese.
"Fuck."
Meat glanced behind his shoulder at his two companions. "Do you still have the detonator, Roach?" he asks. Roach silently reached for his side pocket and pulled it out. "Right here," he muttered "'Plan B', Lieutenant?" Ghost looked at his two now-smirking teammates and nodded. He pulled out the cigarette from his mouth, flicked it away, and pulled his balaclava down.
"Do it."
The End (Or is it?)
So that's it, really. And please don't be pissed at my interpretations of these three. Also, I'm planning to make a sequel to this...it's just a question of when. Thank you and good day!