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Chapter 2
Ghost walked into the small briefing tent and saw Captain John Price, Soap, and Roach, along with General Shepherd.
"Guess I'm the last one to arrive," he thought. He took out the bagel from his pocket and stood near the entrance of the tent so he could eat without drawing attention to himself.
"Gentlemen," Shepherd began, "I have just received word this morning that one of our informants is being held captive in Koesterov, Russia."
Roach looked back at Ghost and mouthed, "Food." Ghost nodded and pulled a bagel out of his other pocket, tossing it to Roach.
Shepherd continued, "Code name Burden is being held in a house in the northwest part of this town. Your mission is to engage any hostiles and extract our informant out."
"That simple, eh?" Price said wryly.
Shepherd turned and pulled down the projection screen in front of him. Turning back, he walked over to the projector and switched it on. Displayed on the screen was a satellite image of Koesterov.
Ghost popped the rest of the bagel into his mouth, crossed his arms, and chewed while he analyzed the terrain and memorized structure positions.
"Code name Nikolai will meet you here," said Shepherd, pointing to a red "X" on the western outskirt of the town where a forest ended. "He will provide additional intel on enemy positions and fill you in on where the evac site will be. When you reach the rendezvous point, call out 'Whiskey'. The proper response from Nikolai will be 'Star'. Any questions."
"No, sir," the men responded.
"Report to the Fighting Bengal directly from this tent. You will find your gear already on the helicopter. Dismissed."
The four men saluted and exited the tent.
"Was it me, or did Shep seem even more cold and distant than usual," Roach chirped, following the men to the helicopter.
"Must be one hell of an informant to get the general worried," replied Soap.
"Worried?" scoffed Roach. "If he ever had any emotion other than malice, I'd drop dead from a heart attack," he smirked.
Price grunted in agreement.
Eager to inspect and calibrate their equipment, the men jogged the rest of the way to the Fighting Bengal. After they all boarded the helicopter and put on their headsets (Ghost putting on his balaclava and sunglasses first), the pilot put the bird in the air and told them their ETA was 5 hours. Four duffle bags were on the deck of the chopper. The men each grabbed the one labeled with their last name and opened it to find a silenced M4A1 rifle (Price sighed in relief), silenced M9 pistol, ammo, regulation combat knife, bullet proof vest with pockets, night-vision goggles, wireless headset, and radio. Price additionally received a GPS and map of the area.
After they put on their gear and set the sights of their rifles, the men put their heads back in their seats and closed their eyes to rest.
