I stayed 2 meters to Ghost's left and checked out the woods. The woods were thick and crawling with poison ivy, so I had to be careful not to touch it. I had this really bad break out on my face once. I looked like the phantom of the opera. I carefully combed through the woods. I thought I saw some wires, but they turn out to be vines. I didn't see anything else.
"The woods are clear," I called to Ghost.
"Parking lot it clear," I heard Roach say.
"Good. Go check inside the school," Ghost said. I got out of the woods and headed into the school. Still nothing. If Makarov was going to attack, I hoped he did it while we were ready for him.
What I say inside shocked the crap out of me. There were barrels of gasoline everywhere, and they were covered with C4. All of the students that came to before care were tired up to chairs. They were blindfolded and the some were covered with C4 as well. Standing next to one of the kindergarteners was none other than Makarov himself. He was leaning against the chair holding and M4A1 with one hand and the detonator for the C4 in the other.
"If you kill me, everyone else goes to," he said gesturing to all of the kids that were tied up. If he detonated the C4, even the people who didn't have any C4 on them, like myself would be gone.
'Stupid sociopathic bastard has to make everything complicated,' I thought to myself.
"Want do you want Makarov?" Ghost asked. I could see him trying to discreetly say that into his throat mic so he could tip Soap and Price off without Makarov knowing.
"How the hell did you even have time enough to set this up?" I asked. "School wasn't even open for 30 minutes yet," I said glancing at the overhead clock.
"I have my ways," he said.
This was going to take some serious thinking though to get out of this in one piece. One might even call it impossible.
"ETA 20 minutes," Soap said through the comms.
I took a step forward and Makarov raised the detonator and applied slight pressure to it. Not enough to set it off, but just enough for me to see it move. I stepped back.
"You," Makarov said pointing at Roach.
Ghost and I looked at Roach. We had just remembered that he was still there.
"Get over here."
Roach took a step forward.
"No, put the gun down first, and then come over here," Makarov said.
Roach looked up at Ghost, and Ghost gave the slightest nod. Roach put his ACR on the ground and slowly walked over to Makarov.
Makarov took a pistol out of its holster on this thigh, and placed it against Roach's head.
"I will kill two children every hour if my demands aren't met," Makarov said cocking the hammer.
"Why would you want to kill children? Isn't there something better you could do?" I asked.
Makarov just glared at me. His two colored eyes were kinda freaking me out.
"What do you want?" Roach asked.
"You know what I want. I want Viktor and Kiril. I know you have them," Makarov said pushing the muzzle of his pistol harder against Roach's head.
"Who are they?" Ghost asked.
"You know who they are," Makarov said.
"They are his accomplices. They helped him during the Airport Massacre," I told Ghost.
I saw the corners of Makarov's momentarily curve up in a smirk and then back into a harsh frown.
"What makes you think that we have them?" Ghost asked.
Makarov shoved his hand into his pocket, pulled out a few photographs and some newspaper clippings, and threw them at Roach's feet.
"Show them," Makarov said.
Roach took the pictures and newspaper, but hesitated.
"Show them!" Makarov exclaimed hitting Roach in the head with his pistol. Roach staggered then slowly walked over to Ghost and me. His face showed it was nothing good.
'Oh God,' I thought to myself. 'This day isn't going to get any better.'