Well, I finished the chapter (finally!). I'm sorry for the delay (for a change ^^U), but I'm near the exams of recuperation, so I've to study…
I hope you like the chapter, and I'm thinking about shortening chapters; it's better for me (for comfort) and for you, readers (because it can prove to be heavy to read in the computer). Well then, I can finish the chapters faster but I don't think I may do it ¬¬ when I say to me: «Ok, today I'll write a chapter with 5 pages» I always ended writing a long chapter… I don't have remedy…
That's all! Enjoy it! :)
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Day 7 – 04:29:15
Ex-Captain John "Soap" MacTavish
Group Of Renegades From Task Force 141
South Of Russia/ifont face="Book Antiqua"
—¡Esto es un asco! –Snake protests below his breath.
—Snake, shut up! –says Amy from behind–. Have you forgotten that this is an infiltration mission?
—Oh, sorry milady, I didn't want to bother you! –Snake answers with irony–. But, iheelloooo/i, there's mud and water everywhere!
—I know it, Snake! I'm walking behind you, remember? –she says, angry.
—Shut up both! –growls Soap without patience–. You're gonna make they discover us.
He didn't remember Snake protests so much, but he understood that he do it: the place sucks. Step on where you step on, you sank in the clay to the knee and the boots were getting full with the muddy liquid, bothering during the whole while. And the fact that it's raining abundantly wasn't improving the situation.
—I keeping on saying that we have to pay attention to the weatherman and stayed at the safe house –Snake mutters.
—Oh, please! –Hawk moans, throwing him a lot of clay with a kick–. It seems like you have five years!
—If you don't shut up now, I'm going to shoot both on the head! –Soap threatens, removing the insurance from the weapon.
Price drops by when hearing it and tries to choke back a loud laughter when seeing them: so much Amy as Snake seem to have gotten out of a fight in clay because they're covered almost completely.
—It's not my fault; he's the one that doesn't stop talking! –she says, pointing at Snake.
—Oh, great! –he cries out–. You're answering all my protests! Do you know?
—It's over! I don't care if the men of Makarov discover us but you're gonna have a shot! –Soap cries out, positioning the rifle to be able to fire a shot better.
Price sighs and walks to them, calmly. He puts a hand on Soap's rifle and puts it down, looking at him; then, he looks at his partners.
—Snake, quit to complain, you're giving me headache –he says–. And Hawk, stop answering all his protests. Our friend Soap is on the brink of committing a double murder… and we needed both.
—Yeah –says Amy.
—Yes, sir –nods Snake.
—Good –Price says, resuming the parade–. Let's move.
Nikolai verified that the information they had was right; so they flew to the south of Russia in search of a laptop that Makarov would be able to have in one of his refuges. The problem was that the zone was going to be bombarded by the NATO in some hours and, if they did it, Soap and his partners would lose the only opportunity to catch Makarov.
He was surprised when he heard that the NATO was going to accomplish a bombardment but Nikolai explained him that there were many terrorists for that zone, so that that way they went eliminating the possible arsenals that these may have over there. Soap doesn't know what is worse: if a band of terrorists or Makarov's men.
A soft whisper on his left hand did Price stop immediately and he collides with him. He looks at his old captain for a second before searching for the cause of the sound; but between the rain and darkness didn't see absolutely anything. Suddenly, a big shadow jumped to them, growling strongly.
Soap raises his rifle but he and Price were too slow and when the shadow was near them, it makes a rare sound and moves in the air with a strange spin; then it falls to the ground with a dull sound.
He looks at the shadow and puts his night vision goggles to take a look. On the ground, in between a growing puddle of blood, was finding the body of a German Shepherd with a shot at its head.
iDogs… I hate dogs…/i
Soap looks behind him, with the night vision goggles still put, and he sees Amy taking the rifle down and straightening up while she takes off her night vision goggles.
She was who fired a shot at the dog.
Soap raises his eyebrows, surprised. He knows that Amy's aim was very good, but he didn't know that she was so fast. For him were surprising of than, still being left-handed, her aim was so good; but firing a shot in the dark, with Snake in between and hitting in the dog's head… It was incredible.
—Nice shot, Hawk –Price says, looking at her–. I've never saw anyone shooting like this with this conditions. You hadn't told it to me, Soap –he adds with a tone of reproach.
—That's because I iwasn't knowing/i it –he answers.
—What's the matter? –she asks, approaching them–. Have you forgotten that the NATO is going to bombard this place?
—Hey, we're complimenting you –Soap says with half a smile.
—Why? Because I killed that canine? –she says with indifference–. It was going to attack you, and we needed both, remember? –Amy adds with a joker smile, putting the rifle on her shoulder.
—Do you know? I like you more every day that pass –Soap expresses with a grin.
She doesn't answer but she smiles openly. Price resumes the march and, after nearly twenty minutes listening to the Snake's protests in undertones, they arrive at the village… or what's left of it.
The majority of the buildings were destroyed by the time and by the bombs; it feels like no one is intact. A flash of lightning crosses the sky followed by the sound of the thunder, startling the little group and illuminating the zone briefly.
—Tío… this place is creepy –Snake mutters very quietly.
—I agree –Amy nods, looking around them.
—Which is the building, Price? –Soap asks to the old man.
—It's at the other side of the town –he answers, looking far away–. It's the building that is somewhat outermost of the rest.
—Are you telling us that iwe have/i to cross the entire town? –moans Snake, hitting the ground with the foot–. The night gets better little by little…
—Not stop you, let's finish this quickly –Price orders, walking into the town with decision.
The place seemed to be desert and they didn't hear anything to their around, only the rumor of the rain and of one or another thunder. Price was ahead when, suddenly, he stopped cold before shouting:
—Sniper!
The entire group searches a place to take coverage quickly. Amy reclines the back to an old car, seeing how Soap stoops to her side, looking on top of his shoulder. A fast look because two shots from the sniper hit the metal of the car.
—Shit! –he mumbles.
—How he could have seen it? –she asks, checking her weapon.
—The only way that I come up with it's that he had heard the shot –he answers.
Amy looks at Price and Snake, situated on the opposite side of the street, taking coverage behind an old house; she also sees him taking a hand to the throat and his voice sounds in the earphones.
—Soap, I can see the sniper –he says–. He's located at the bell tower.
—The bell tower? –repeats Soap–. I can't see him from here, are you sure? –he asks, moving near to Amy.
—Trust me; I've seen the reflection of the rifle's aim –Price growls–. He's at the tower.
—Ok, ok; let me see –Soap mutters–. Hawk, change my place.
Amy moves and Soap lies down the ground, placing the sniper's rifle in the ground and putting on his night vision goggles. He smiles when he sees the sniper behind a little wall and fires a shot, killing him with a shot on the head.
—Done –he says to the group–. Do you think that there're more?
—I don't think so –Price answers getting away from the coverage–. I only heard one shot.
Soap gets out from the coverage too, followed by Amy, and they continue with his mission. He doesn't like that silence, it was… abnormal. One only a sniper to defend the entire village? It didn't make sense; Makarov can be many things, but he weren't silly; he's sure that the Russian have more soldiers around but, for any strange reason, they don't face them. An idea not very pleasant began to appear vaguely in his mind.
iGreat; we're going to a trap…/i
The building in point has three plants and gives the feeling of being about to fall down; but they don't seem to stop their march.
—So, this is the building, ¿eh? –Snake makes a comment, looking at the tumbledown walls.
—Yeah, it's this –Price sighs–. C'mon, we have to find that laptop.
The group enters into the building, putting their night vision goggles to have a better vision inside. Price divides them into two groups to make the quest fastest; so he and Snake go to register the ground floor; and Amy and Soap the second and third floor.
After ten minutes, they don't found anything of utility; the one thing that they have seen were empty rooms and rooms with its furniture broken and moldy for the humidity. They get on the third floor but they obtain the same result.
—Nikolai said that the information was true –Soap mutters for himself.
—Maybe the information be true –the voice of Amy startles him.
—Don't do so! –he exclaims–. I have been on the brink of fire a shot at you!
—Relax; I'm not going to hurt you –she smiles, giving him a slap in the shoulder.
iIt's easy to you/i –he thinks–. iYou don't have a partner who moves like a ghost…/i
He didn't know how she did it, but Hawk moved with an impressive silence; Soap was sure of that, if she wanted, she would be able to kill all of them without that they know neither who had been, neither how it had happened. She looked alike… an assassin.
—I'm thinking that maybe that damned laptop can be in a secret place –she continues saying–. I mean… Makarov isn't stupid, so he never would quit something important at sight.
—Great, but we haven't enough time to search it! –Soap says with anger, hitting a wall with his fist–. The NATO bombardment is near, we can't stay here too long.
—Hey, calm down, ok? –she says softly, getting close to him–. I'm sure that if we don't find it, we'll find another clue to catch him. Don't worry about that, ok?
He looks at her green eyes and, for the first time he knew her, he noticed that Amy's eyes were very nice. He takes a deep breath to calm down himself and looks again into Hawk's eyes because she still was looking at him. During an eternal second, no one of them looks away from other one eyes. Only when they heard Price's voice on the earphones they looked away.
—Have you been lucky? –he asks.
—No, the laptop isn't here and neither on the second floor –Soap answers–. Hawk says that maybe it be hidden in a secret place.
—That it be where it wants to –Price says–. We haven't time to being looking for each corner of the damned building. Return here; we departed in two minutes.
—Roger –Soap looks at Amy and he nods toward the stairs; she starts walking and they meet with the other group.
—Let's move, the planes will bombard this place in ten minutes, I suppose –Price sighs, getting out the building.
—Everything this at all –Snake says, spitting out in the ground–. Cojonudo –ads with annoyance.
Then, when all of they are out of the edifice, Soap realizes that Hawk doesn't follow them. He looks around them, looking for her, but he doesn't find Amy.
—Hawk, where the hell are you? –he asks by the radio–. We have to leave this place.
Price and Snake drops by when they heard Soap talking.
—I know –she answers–. But I've got a feeling.
—A feeling? –he repeats–. Amy, this isn't a game, do you know? This place is going to hell! Do you want to die?
—John, don't shout to me, please –she growls–. I'm hearing you very well. Don't worry; this won't carry me over five minutes…
—Hawk, we'll wait for you five minutes, if you don't get out of there in that time, we'll leave you here –says Price.
—Copy that –she sings softly for the radio.
—There's no doubt that she's Roach's sister –Soap says, putting the arms on his hips–. Always doing that what she feels like.
—Listen! –Snake exclaims–. Have you heard it?
—Heard, what? –Soap asks.
—I think I heard the sound of a plane –he answers, frowning.
—Maybe the storm had affected your brain –Soap rolls his eyes.
—No, he's right –Price intervenes–. I can hear them. It seems to me that the bombardment has been advanced…
—Hawk, you must get out of there! –Soap cries out–. The planes are here, leave the fucking laptop and get out!
—I'm about to leave –she answers–. I only have to come out of the basement.
—Agreed, but hurry up!
—Did there be a basement? –asks Snake, confused.
—I have failed to see it –Price answers with the same face.
The sound of a few airplanes resounded for the town and Soap starts to get worried. He looked of the building to the sky and of the sky to the building; waiting the girl coming out the edifice… but the time passes and nobody gets out.
—Damn it, Scarab! –he shouts by the radio–. Where the hell are you! GET OUT OF THERE!
—I'm coming, Mister Impatient –she puffs like an answer.
Then, two planes flew over the place low-level and, seconds after, the building exploded in a cloud of flames, debris and smoke. The shock wave pushed back the three companions several meters, covering them of dust, mud and water. With the ears still blowing the whistle for the explosion, Soap gets up with slowness, observing how the building falls down little by little.
Another explosion sounds behind them but Soap doesn't hear it; he only could pay attention to a thing: the building in ruins.
He walks toward it, with tears sprouting of his blue eyes and shaking his head, unbeliever.
—No… Scarab… –he mutters–. Scarab, not you…
—Soap! –the voice of Snake sounds behind him–. Hey, Soap, where does it believe that you go?
—What…? –he asks, looking at him, disconcerted–. Snake… I've to go! Scarab is there! I have to save her!
—John… She's dead! –Snake exclaims, baffled.
—No! Scarab… maybe she's alive –Soap explains, pointing at the building–. If we move swiftly and we removed debris, will save Scarab.
—What are you saying? –mutters Snake, looking at him as if he be crazy–. Scarab wasn't there… just Hawk.
—Hawk? –repeats Soap, confuse.
—You… don't you remember her? –asks Snake, surprise.
—I'm sorry, guys, but take a look at the building –Price intervenes–. Observe the size of the debris, supposing that she had just come out of the basement… a sure thing is that she had died flattened.
—No… –Snake mutters.
—No! I have to save her! –Soap shouts, crying without control–. I can't leave Scarab there!
Price turns around to look him and gives a punch in the jaw to him. Soap looks at his old Captain between angered, irritated and confused.
—Calm down, Soap! –Price says–. Hear me out, ok? Scarab is dead; she died two years ago, do you remember? And, now, Hawk… she's dead too. We can't do anything else to recover her body and bury it that we pruned.
—But… but… –he stutters with the voice choked back by crying–. She can't be dead… NO! SHE CAN'T! –he cries, throwing himself of knees in the ground and taking the hands to his face.
—I'm sorry, guys –Price says, taking off his hat.
iBeep./i
—What has that been? –Price says, looking to them.
—I don't know –Snake answers.
iBeep. Beep./i
—The sound slips out of you, Snake –Soap points while he looks at him.
Snake searches into his pockets and found the GPS. He looks at it, confused, before looking at them.
Wow, the end of the chapter is now a dictionary! Well, so you can learn Spanish xD
«Esto es un asco» means «This sucks»
«Tío» means «Guy». (In Spanish, this word has two significances: uncle and guy).
«Cojonudo» means «Smashing».
