I apologize with how long it has taken me to update the story and get this chapter out. Since beginning of my Spring Break (The end of March) to probably when this chapter comes outs because it is currently 4/29/19 at the time of me writing this upper portion, I have had an insanely bad cough which I've just been living my every day life with but it had gotten to the point to where most of my upper body was in severe. After going to the doctor, I was diagnosed with bronchitis then in the lower portion of my lungs contains pneumonia. Soooo, yeah. I have been doing my best to write this and get as much done as possible.
Leicester, England
4/05/2019
12:00 PM
"Just letting you know Harry, if I get information of any sort of White Mask base, I'm going to the raids whether it's on my own or with a team. Don't care if you fire me for it."
"Just calm down Ghost, I want you to get information out of him, not kill him. Caviera is going to be in there with you while we have Doc and Finka waiting for when medical assistance is needed and Dokkaebi to see if we can get any password to a few thumb drives found on his person. Grace said that the two of you could hack into the files but there was a chance of corruption so we're gonna to try and get in the standard way before you two start beating at it."
"Of course we could hack into the files, it's a thumb drive, there's hardly anything to bypass. Plus we knew it didn't have any malware stored on it right away because why would any White Mask Lieutenant carry that on them in the middle of a raid. But that's besides the point, I'm going in that chamber with Taina and tearing the bastard to shreds."
Without a word more, Luca took leave from his boss and made his way to the interrogation room where the medics, his girlfriend, and fellow interrogator awaited. They gave him concerned stares as he walked by, flipping his knife from it's holster into his hand. His gaze and attention completely voided the surrounding area as he made his way to the room.
"You doing alright Pirelli?" Taina asked as she approached him.
"Just dandy." He replied, unclipping a black mask that with a bloodied skull that faded as it progress from the left side of mask to the right covering it. The operator put the mask on his face as he opened the door.
The White Mask looked up from the book he was reading and smirked. He set dropped the book and tried to move his hands away from each other as much as he could with the handcuffs. "Heh, a Payday member on the right side of the law? Tell me this is a joke."
Luca didn't even wait for Taina to enter the room as he threw his knife at the terrorist. The man's eyes widened in fear as the blade nicked his ear before digging itself into the whiteboard behind him. "Payday is a thing of the past my friend. It's to not be brought up."
"Do they know a major criminal is working for them?"
"They do now, but that's besides the point. You have got information that my pal and I want." He said, motioning towards Caviera who had her signature wear on.
"A hora finalmente chegou, we get to play little one." Caviera said, getting in the man's face. "You have been living free here for too long since the attacks, you're telling us everything you know."
"Fuck you demon woman." He said, attempting to spit in her face.
The Brazilian woman wiped what saliva did manage to get on her before delivering a swift jab to his nose, blood instantly leaking from his nostrils.
"Your actions aren't going to get you anywhere paneleiro. We're getting what we want." Caviera cursed, as she grabbed the man by the collar of his shirt before throwing him backwards off his chair.
The woman picked the man up and threw him onto a metal chair that sat across. Before he could fight back, Ghost and Cav strapped his wrists and ankles down as he struggled and squirmed.
Ghost was beginning to getting pissed off from their subject misbehaving, that he yanked a pack of matches from his belt and took every last match out. He looked the terrorist dead in the eye as he lit every match.
"To begin with, that flash drive we found on you. What the password for the files?" Ghost asked as he approached the man.
"Fuck you pig. You're just as evil of a man as I am."
"Wrong answer."
Ghost jabbed that burning matches into the man's hand. Screams of excruciating pain echoed through the small concrete room as the flames melted away some of the skin. Feeling satisfied with his deed, he dropped and matches and stomped their flames and embers.
"Once again, tell us the fuckin passcode so that my girlfriend and I don't have to risk corrupting the files. You'll be making not just our lives easier, but your own if you just comply with what we ask you."
"I'm not going to tell you people shit. The White Masks shall take over the world after we topple governments. These terrorist attacks are nothing."
Ghost and Caviera turned to each other and shrugged. "Hand me a blade please Cav."
Caviera reached for the table she brought in with different types of tools the two could use to get the man to talk. The first sharp object she got her hands on was a scalpel.
"Riddle me this clown, what do humans and platypuses have in common."
"Nothing, they're an amphibian."
"Wrong. We both have webbed fingers. That's the only thing that separates us from you." Ghost said, slicing into the webbing between the man's fingers. Ghost smirked as a pained expression covered his face as he gritted his teeth. One by one, the operator jabbed the scalpel into the small portion of skin followed by yanking the piece of metal back. In total, Ghost had made 4 slits before sitting back, satisfied.
"And the finishing touch." He mumbled as he swung the scalpel down, its blade digging and shredding the thigh of their target. The White Mask screamed from the cold metal as blood from the wound slowly gushed it's way to the surface and stained his pants that beautiful crimson color.
"My partner wouldn't have to be so rough if you fucking spoke. Tell us what you know and all can be done." Cav said, unbuttoning the prisoner's top.
"Don't do anything too rash guys. We need information, so try not to kill the man." Dokkaebi's voice echoed through the speakers.
Ghost rolled his eyes at his girlfriend's comment as he slightly kicked a plastic pedal from the back of seat, lowering the backrest as well as yanking a plug from a drain under it. "Caviera, do me a favor, grab that towel." He said as he grabbed a hose that had been dangling from the ceiling.
The terrorist's eyes widened as the two operators began putting their plan into effect. "Please don't waterboard me, anything but that please!"
Ghost didn't even look at the man as he tested the water pressure, "Tell us what me want then. We'll start out easy. What's your name and what country do you reside in?"
"Omar Turabi, I'm from Multan, Pakistan. I have a wife and two children who are still there."
"Okay Mr. Turabi, what are the codes to access the files."
"I'm not telling you the numbers but I will say it's a five-digit code."
Ghost shook his head and turned. "Wrong answer." He sprayed the man with the high pressure hose for a solid three seconds before turning the nozzle off. "Once again, what's the passcode? That's just the beginning of it, we always have the option of waterboarding you."
He gave Omar some time to cough and get the water out of his lungs having known the effects of different forms of torture and what they can do to a person physically and mentally. "Once again Mr. Turabi, what is the access code. I'm not going to ask you again nicely. I do quite like brute force but I have to restrain myself from the ways I use to work. But if it resorts to that, I will gladly escort my associate from the room and and cover the one way glass to do my deeds."
Caviera shot him a glare at his statement and pushed him away for Omar, "I'll be taking the lead from here until otherwise noted. You can take the lead once we need to waterboard him."
Ghost gave the woman a disappointed look and shrugged, backing off to let the Brazilian woman do her job.
"Alright Omar," She said as she strided up to the tied down man, "Give is the access code into the files. We can get to everything else after that."
The Arabic man gulped in fear as she slowly dragged her knife against his face before stabbing it into an open area between his fingers. "Codes. I can be so much meaner than I am now."
"69284… Please just keep that damn bank robber away, he's fucking insane and has zero regards for human life."
"Then answer my questions and be - fucking - have and you won't have to deal with Ghost. Just keep in mind, I can deal the same amount of damage to your body as he can, I'm just more reserved."
"Yes Ma'am…"
"What is the leader of the White Mask organization's name?"
"Ma'am, I may be a lieutenant but that highest ranked member I've spoke to is his secretary and she doesn't seem to have a name, she's just referred to as the secretary or as any other polite female names or whatever it is called."
"Are you the shot caller? Do you say what place locations are attacked or do you join lead them."
"I help decide with the other lieutenants as well as the secretary where we hit then lead the grunts into the attack.
"Where's the next major attack at?"
"I wouldn't know. Big hits like Big Ben, the Dubai Mall, and that one super yacht since those are the most recent three, are all chosen by the top three commanders and are brought to us to lead. All three we lost every man who went with the exception of me because of you infidels."
Caviera punched him in the cheek as hard as she could, "You will respect me when you speak. You're my bitch currently."
"Damn you demon woman, be glad you don't live in the Middle East. You'd be stoned to death in a heartbeat if you acted like this there." He said, briefly receiving yet another punch to the other cheek.
"Where are your next attacks at that you know of? I know you guys plan ahead, we've seen what goes on in South America with the cartels."
"All the ones I had been informed of before you twat captured me were small jobs with only a few grunts. I'm sure you group of gypsies weren't even called in to help. Local police probably dealt with them."
"Then tell us the locations of the different bases that you guys have hidden around the world."
"No can do lady," he smirked, "I think I've told you guys enough and that you and your buddy Ghost over there leave me be while you try to get into the files y'all found on my body."
"Very well then." Caviera mumbled, tossing the towel on the man's face. "Ghost, have your way with him for a little bit. I think it will put him in his place for when he feels the need to not cooperate with us."
"About time, I was getting bored having to wait for you to try to get him to talk." Ghost said, shaking his head as he got closer to the two.
"How do you think I felt? Here, have the hose."
Ghost happily accepted the hose as he walked past the Brazilian, stopping just a foot away from Omar. "You know it doesn't have to be this way? All you had to do was just work with us and give us what we want. After that, we could have just sent you to prison to live out the rest of your days. But you decided "No, prisons to good for me. I must stay quiet to protect the terrorist organization that has hidden me from reality so that I don't have to face real life.""
"Sir, you h-heard you host's demands… Don't d-do anything rash or that y-y-you'll regret against me. It'll cost you greatly."
"I'm not afraid of what I could lose. You fuck. You deserve every single last drop of everything that is happening or going to happen to you. You destroyed a piece of British history and killed hundreds of innocent civilians. You seriously think that I'm going to face you and fucking think about the consequences of my actions? I'm not fucking scared to do what I please with you. I could care less for my job, it's just what my job does that I care about because I get to fuck with and kill assholes like you."
Ghost positioned the hose over Omar's head and turned the knob as much as he could in one twist. The water jetted out, instantly soaking the entire upper portion of the terrorist. Ghost watched with zero emotion as he waterboarded the man. Seconds felt like minutes, the muffled noise of the terrorist's attempted screams soon dissipated to nothing. Ghost's eyes were a solid void, the bright sparkle he once had maintained was no longer. It took Caviera stepping in and turning the nozzle off before yanking it away from her fellow interrogator.
"Luca!" She whispered harshly into his ear, "What the fucks gotten into you? Help me get this water from his lungs then get out of here and see Harry. He has something to talk to you about." Ghost took a deep breath and walked to the unconscious body of the man he tortured. In one swift move, he pushed as much weight onto the man's sternum as he could and watched as the water shot out of his mouth and nostrils before he began to start to violently cough.
"He's fine. Just get the location of bases we may not know about. I'll be hitting each and every one of them whether Harry lets me or not."
Cav glared at him as he turned to leave the room. "What the hell has gotten into that man? It feels like Bolivia all over again…"
Luca was met with a concerned Harry and extremely worried Grace. The girl instantly wrapped her arms around him as he maintained eye contact with his boss.
"What's on your mind Luca?" You haven't acted like yourself since walking in there. You also normally return Grace's affection when it's given to you but that doesn't seem to be the case at the moment. Also you may take the mask off now, you're excused from intimidating the mask now. Caviera has it covered."
Harry's words were met with silence from his operator. "Dokkaebi, stay here. You're in charge until she is done in there. Make sure to have Doc and Finka remove that scalpel in his thigh. Ghost and I shall be having a nice conversation."
Grace nodded and released Luca after a bit of hesitation and slowly backed up from him before turning to watch the rest of the interrogation.
"Now my dear friend, follow me." This military base has a brilliant view and I figured we could go over what's going on in that head of yours. It's always best to share or else it'll get pent up and form many negative emotions. You former boss told me how you acted like this for a little bit when you first showed up but you started to develop a more open personality. There's no documents or psychological profiles for your life since. Everything we know is what you informed her. I'd like to get to know you better, not only get to know you as an operator, but as a person. I know the skills you present but those have nothing to do when it comes to one's mental and emotional health."
"I finished my days as a member ages ago, yet it seems like I am still recognizable from the very few who had witnessed me and lived to the the tale. I guess this man is somebody who had survived one of the heists I lead against them in Payday to get some cocaine for one of our associates, a Russian man around the age of 40 or so."
"That's a good start but this isn't the place to start this conversation, too much security and I cameras. I figure you don't want a base full of soldiers to hear about what you're going to tell me because it sounds like you have quite the history and weren't a hundred percent truthful when you said you always worked alone."
"I worked alone when I was a mercenary, not when I tried getting myself money while I was younger. When do we arrive at the view you are talking about?"
"Okay thank you for the interpretation then, makes my job a whole lot easier. We're almost there, just keep following me. So tell me, what was the reasoning behind that second life you lived? You seem to not be yourself when it's brought up."
"Those men and women I met while I was one of them are some of the greatest I've ever met. They were basically the Rainbow of the underworld, the best the world had to offer for the skill set all in a single place to this day, it astonishes me. I was poor and homeless living on the street when one of the senior members found me and offered me a place to stay and some warm food in return of a special offer. In that point and time of my life, I wasn't sure what I wanted to do while off the radar and he was the first to take me in and teach me how to live my adult life, just in a dirty fashion because it's impossible to play fairly with a payday on the line. It's part of the reason I've became so good at what I've done, they're the group who made me feel included and taught me basically all I know. It's why I'm fairly good all round at every task given to me to date so far"
"I can't complain, you've been rather useful to our organization but I do have one complaint. You refuse to have anything done for you so that you could be a true citizen either here or back in the States."
"They know I'm alive and what I have done and have blood samples. That's all I'm willing to give you guys, I'd much prefer to stay under the radar from all the governments once the White Masks are history. After that, I'll allow you access to me but I'll be roaming the world again."
"You'll be leaving Rainbow after the Masks are gone?"
"Not necessarily. I joined for two reasons. You guys have the same goal as me to eradicate the White Masks and the other was to get me out of jail. Once the Masks are gone, that means I would have completed my own personal task. I'll go roam and do my own thing but you'll have different ways to contact me if my help is needed because you are a counter terrorist unit after all. We weren't brought together for only the White Masks, we've got ISIS and Al-Qaeda to deal with but NATO seems to have then under control pretty well so we've had nothing going on in the Middle East for us since I've arrived."
"Well I suppose," Harry said, leaning against a fence, "But we are here my friend so please do tell me a story about your times with the most notorious group of heisters world wide."
"I'll tell you one heist and one only because this is most likely how the guy recognized me. Anytime we'd go out to do these sort of things, I always had the black faded skull mask. It was what made me me compared to the rest of the clowns. One day while I was in Bolivia however, minding my own damn business and taking all the White Masks that we're helping the cartel, I had found a heavily guarded warehouse facility filled to the brim with cocaine and we had just the guy who'd buy all that dust. But that's really where this story begins…"
~Flashback~
Bolivian Wildlands
7/22/2013
4:30 AM
Luca sat among the trees, fiddling with his phone looking for all the weak point within the nearby Santa Blanca while he awaited for his fellow clowns.
"Ghost, just a heads up that Dallas, Hoxton, and Wolf are five minutes away, do you have a plan because this heist was your idea after all. Vlad is expecting an ass ton of coke because he had a good amount of buyers lining up."
"Yes Bain, you'll get what you want out of it and I'll get what I want out of it. It isn't exactly going to be easy though, that's why I had you send the ones who are I believe to be our top three. We can start this heist quietly but it'll be impossible to make it out the same way I have an inside man who'll help us escape and get both the White Masks and Santa Blanca cartel off our asses."
"Good, remember what I said though, the coke first, slaughtering every piece of scum in that building second."
"Yes sir, just keep an eye out for us. I have some members of the resistance who said that they'll assist if needed. I've already given you their info so that you can contact them if needed."
"Thank you Ghost, I'll station them nearby to so that they can help and be a distraction for you four to secure the loot, killing whoever you can in the process. I know you're normally a pacifist and against killing the police, but I'm glad this one is different. We finally get to see your gun skills rather than just your hacking skills."
"You do. And you'll be amazed at them because as you know, I was a mercenary the people on could hire to do jobs for them. I have my fair share of action."
While the two had their conversation, a lifted black van with the lights off came to a standstill next The the tree, the back doors opened simultaneously as the three men exited the van before smacking one of the rear panels to signal the driver to leave. With duffel bags filled with armour and weaponry and their masks in hand, they approached the tree.
"Ghost!" Dallas called out, "Are you up there? This is where Bain told us to meet up with you at because this whole hit was your idea!"
"Yeah one moment! I'm on the phone with Bain. I'll be down in a second."
"Hurry your ass up! We're on a tight ass schedule because Bain has got a bank back up in Mexico as well as an MS13 gang clubhouse with loads of heroin for us to sell which if you want in on, you're gonna need to talk to Bain about."
"Hold your damn horses Dallas. I'm coming down now." Ghost cursed as he brought himself down from the upper branches. He handed his fellow member the binoculars he had with him before hanging off the lowest branch and dropping himself down.
"Alright ladies, I've got us an entrance through the sewage pipes, we'll be leaving through one of the sidewalls which the Resistance will be nailing the cartel afterwards. We'll technically be the good guys in this since we'll be absolutely slaughtering gang members, drug smugglers, and terrorists. Says quite a bit about else since we're basically all of those except we have actual standards and morals."
"Come on, get to the point you bloody cock wombler." Hoxton exclaimed.
"Once we enter, we'll be making our ways to the warehouses where they have a shit load of crates filled with pure Columbian and Bolivian cocaine. We'll have to use the forklifts within the compound where I've scoped out a helipad where we shall load them up. In return, Vlad's pilot will provide us with C4 so that we can create and exit for us and a entrance for the resistance consisting of some group called Ghost Recon. They'll be clearing out those who we leave alive. You happy now Hox?"
"Yes you snobbish bastard."
"Least the boy is more level-headed than you are you British bastard." Wolf added.
"You what now? I'll kick your ass you Swedish meatball of a cunt."
"Shut the fuck up you two! Bain promised us Vlad is going to be paying a fortune for this stuff. It's an easy enough job because we know these men are hardly even trained so they are nowhere near being professionals meaning this job should be a piece of cake mixed with a shit ton of blood spread."
"Well let's get a move on then. You told us that we'd be sneaking into the compound first then once we get into the warehouse we can get into the fun part, correct?" Dallas asked.
Ghost nodded, "Indeed. We'll have to move quick though. Vlad's pilot is going to have to probably make multiple runs so that the helicopter doesn't take too many shots."
"Fair enough. Hurry your ass up then, you know where we're entering from. We don't."
"Let's go then. It's about a click north for the entrance and this is as close as we could get to the place without getting them suspicious of us." Ghost said, taking back his binoculars and strapping them to his waist.
The four began their short trek to the sewers which only took ten or so minutes. It was mostly quiet besides some small talk between Ghost and Wolf with the two of them being good pals about the different sort of trouble they got themselves when they first got into this line of work. Most notably were the many different stories on how they had to bribe and turn cops dirty to cover their tracks which most often resulted in the either the termination or death of the officer they made the deals with while the bribes ranged anywhere between a thousand dollars to fifty thousand dollars based on how high a rank they were.
"Quit your blabbering you two, I can you that stanky sewer tunnel up ahead. I assume it's a one way path because here in Bolivia, it seems like there isn't much so the smaller towns nearby probably aren't included in this system." Hoxton said, pushing the two away from each other so he could walk between them.
"Well, yeah. There aren't exactly any towns that are near here so yeah. Of course it's a one way path dumbass."
"Look, Bain flew us out down here because of you. I was told it was a well thought out plan, not one that's been lousily put together. Why do you think we do the jobs for so very few people? Bain, The Butcher, Vlad, The Dentist, bloody hell man. Even Jimmy thinks his heists out and he even helps us with them as well as our own heist and that man is always high out of his mind on cocaine. Says he's living the dream he is and anytime he gets shot, he doesn't seem to notice until one of us yabbos yanks the bullet out and quickly patch him back up, there's way too much adrenaline going through that aussie's body."
"My plan is well thought out Hoxton. I'm just not able to dumb it down to your level. Dallas and Wolf haven't said anything, they seem prepared and know exactly what to expect out of this. I've already told you what I have set up and what to expect. I can't possibly explain it in any other easy way except for shooty shoot them, pew pew those guys, grab and throw powder is flying bowl, boom boom wall, bang bang good guys fight meanie head bad guys."
Wolf and Dallas began to crack up at how Ghost was trying to explain the plan in a way that a second grader would understand to a full grown British man. Ghost had a slight smile covering his face but Hoxton's eyes were filled with rage.
"Alright, calm down Hox." Dallas intervened, us three plus Chains, Houston, and the Dentist helped get you out of prison and we've been searching for the rat who got you in the position for a month now. Since we got you out of the slammer, you've been nothing but a pissed off prick. Change your attitude, even if it's only for tonight."
Hoxton just glared at his fellow clown before shaking his head. "Un-focking-believable… Come on Wolfy, he may be your butt buddy but you probably agree with me that he doesn't have this whole heist planned out as perfectly as he thinks."
"I'll have to disagree with you there buddy. I just think you're an idiot."
"Focks sake… I swear if this goes to shite, I'm not going to be going on any of the heists that you plan. I'd prefer for you to be our behind the scenes hacker since that's where you excel."
Ghost shrugged, "Suit yourself. Just remember that my mindset is always three steps ahead of yours." He said as he lit a road flare see that the four could see while inside the sewers. "It's straight path there for the most part. Just a couple of bends buts once we get to an area where it breaks off into multiple smaller paths, that basically decides where we come out and enter the base at. I don't remember the path to the one we'll be going to but it'll be a ladder I wrapped in reflective tape the other day after they had this place inspected so nobody will be down here ago for a few more weeks."
"How soundproof are we down here to those above? I don't want to be stuff whispering or using comms if we split up to find the correct ladder up." Dallas asked as he put his mask on to literally mask the smell of the sewers.
"You can raise your voice enough for us to hear it, I wouldn't risk yelling though because I know that there are a few already open grates around the area. I don't think they lead to very populated parts of the base but I would much rather prefer us to play it safe rather than sorry. We're playing a dangerous game here."
"If that's the case," Wolf began, "I'll also be putting my mask on. I'll just be using the comms. We don't need to attract any attention to us just yet." Hoxton groaned but did the same, prompting Ghost to lower his mask to his face though it was a thinner and lighter material so it didn't rid the smell from his mind.
The four wandered through every weave and corner the sewer had to offer, swearing to themselves anytime they were forced to walk past a ladder just because it didn't have the tape they were looking for covering its handles. Wolf walked past a dark corner that he didn't think anything about until a small glint of yellow caught his eye. He made his way to it and sure enough, the black ladder was covered in the shiny reflective tape.
"Guys, I found it. When following the main path, follow it to the end and right before you get the to the wall where it splits off into two, take a right and follow that path. There will be a dark area were you'll see a tiny glint of yellow. I'll be waiting."
Minutes seemed to tick by as he waited for his fellow heisters but it didn't take too long for the first member to show up, Ghost lifted his mask as he approached Wolf and the two fist bumped before Ghost moved the mask back into position to use its comms to contact Dallas and Hoxton to confirm they were moving in on their location. The two clowns conversed a little bit, most of it being Wolf asking about why Wolf had been in Bolivia slowly taking out multiple terrorist bases with occasional cartel hits. To Ghost, it was nothing as he just shrugged in response knowing that only Bain knew his reasoning for being in Bolivia. His group knew he wandered through the South, Central, and North America's when he wasn't helping with a heist as if he were in his own world playing god with his life. He was the luckiest after all, no name, no background, no way to track him. To the governments and everybody else chasing him down, they had no tracks to follow. He was just a spirit in the wind. The CIA and these White Masks seem to have understood that as the two called him Ghost anytime the Payday gang had a run in with them.
"Before getting the name Ghost, what did you go by? I know you've said you're a nameless man now dead to the world in the past but you couldn't have just gone without a name for the years before." Wolf asked.
Ghost shrugged, "I went by multiple things. Just depends where I was in the world. The couple of times I was in Europe, I went by Versteckt, German for Hidden because I stalked in the shadows. Down here in South America, I was called Diablo because of what I was willing to do to the human body to get what I wanted. Back North, all of those wouldn't have worked. Canada and America are just too big and plus people there didn't ask questions. If they did, I always had a deck of cards on hand consisting of only Jokers so I'd hand them one of those cards and carry on my way."
"Enough stories you wankers, Dallas and I are here. Let's get this heist going!" Hoxton said, kicking some of the water towards Wolf and Ghost.
"Then stay your ass down here for a moment. I'll go make sure that. I marked the right one and that nobody is up there." Ghost replied before making his way up the ladder.
The man made an attempt at pushing the grate above him up and top the side but could only manage to move it upwards. With a sigh, he straightened out his legs so that his back would hold him in place against the wall. It took some awkward maneuvers and tens of fucks but he managed to loosen to grate enough to fully lift it and push it off to the side so he could peak his head out. Nothing but the lifeless warehouse was in sight.
"Go time boys, get your asses up here and get searching for crowbars. Cocaine is located in most of the boxes already bagged. Vlad wants 20 bags but the man is willing to pay extra for anything else we can get for him." Ghost said, pushing himself up so that the other three could get up.
Dallas was the first one up followed by Wolf then Hoxton. The four split up to cover more ground to find themselves a crowbar so that they could get the large crates. Even though the warehouse was completely empty to their knowledge, they did everything you could to hardly make a step because they weren't sure if cameras would be coming into play or not. Sure, the cameras wouldn't matter in the unavoidable situation later one where all shit breaks loose and chaos ensues, but it would take a small weight off their shoulders for the time they're alone.
"Eureka! Got us six bars boys!" Dallas exclaimed, the sound of the metal bars clicking together coming through the comms, "Get back to where we met up and let's get to work. How many bags of coke do you think we'll be able to fit on those forklifts?"
"I passed them group of them earlier," Wolf said as he made his way back, "Grab yourself a pallet and you can easy get nearly a dozen on so we'll probably only need two unless we get extras. We are all about that extra payday after all."
The four regrouped at the manhole and all grabbed a crowbar before sprinting off to the near crates. One by one, they ripped the wooden tops from their loosely "secured" nails and began yanking the devil's powder filled bags from their prisons.
"Hoxton, bring two forklifts with pallets on them so we can load em up!" Dallas demanded.
Without complaints, Hoxton hurried his ass to the parking portion of the warehouse to get the machinery ready for the real part of the heist. The other three kept going with their manual labor of tearing the crate's lids off and taking the two to three bags of coke out, carelessly tossing them behind them.
Within ten or so minutes, the four had two overfilled forklifts both carrying fifteen or so bags on the pallets. With Hoxton and Wolf in the drivers seats and Dallas and Ghost with their rifles primed and ready, Ghost called for Vlad's pilot.
"Da, I'll be arriving in five. You better have a flare so that I know where to land because it's dark as shit out here." The heavily Russian accented man said.
"Yes, we have one. You better have all that C4 I made sure my contact supplied you with in that bird of yours."
"Of course of course, I have your explosives. These natives are good people, yes they are. Provided me liquor or moonshine or something as well as your bombs. I swear I'll be wasted by the time I leave that compound."
"I don't care what you do after you leave but you better be stable while down here with us."
"Whatever."
Ghost rolled his eyes at the pilot's incompetence, "Alright boys. I hope you're ready for a shootout because as soon as I press the button, it's inevitable."
"Fuckin hit it. Full send." Dallas said, pointing his rifle at the garage door.
"It's basically a straight path the helipad, so do me a favor. No detours." Ghost said, hammering the garage door's open button.
Alarms filled the compound as the door opened revealing nothing more than the four men standing in its opening. Once the two forklifts could fit under the door, they began heading towards their destination. The gun fight they were expecting as soon as the door opened was quite delayed in reality. The different terrorists and cartel members seemed to take their sweet ass time because they heisters had easily progressed a hundred or so feet before they started to get shot at. The four knew that the cocaine was the main source of the two group's income and that they wouldn't shoot at the bags even if their life depended on it so they didn't bother trying to cover or protect the product from the gunfight. Instead, Ghost guarded Wolf as he only had access to his pistol while driving with Dallas and Hoxton in the same scenario. Bullets peppered through all around the four while the two riflemen were dead accurate with their shots. Dallas was a bit more sparing as he would just take out their knees which compared to Ghost who would just put as many damn rounds as he could into their bodies before they dropped dead without any concern of the extra ammunition he had been wasting.
Ghost's attention had shifted from actually transporting the cocaine to the nearby helipad to just killing anybody in his sight. He had three or four light bullets, mainly 9mm and some 5.56 rounds hit him dead in the chest which he hadn't noticed due to the amount of adrenaline pumping through his body and the fact that it didn't penetrate the bulletproof vest.
"Ghost!" Dallas called out over the gunfire, "The helipad is up ahead. Your pilot better be within a few minute out from us or I swear I'll kick your petty little ass myself!"
The man shook his head to bring him back from his blood filled daze. "Uh, right yeah. The heist…" Ghost swapped communication channels to the same line as their pilot. "Hey jackass. We're about to set off the flare. How close are you? We don't have much time and I'm running a bit lower on ammo because dumbass is shooting at anything I see move that isn't in a suit and tie."
"Da. Two minutes away. Hold off an I pick up your drugs in return for those big bombs you requested for big exit and big entrance for those puny freedom fighters."
"Good because we're about to get out of here. They're hardly putting up a fight because they don't want their precious product to get destroyed because their higher ups will tear them to shreds then leave them out for the dead."
"Whatever, I be there soon."
Static took over as Ghost began switching signals back to his squads. "Vlad's man will be here soon," Ghost said once he finally got the right channel, "After we drop the drugs off, we need to hurry our asses to the bordering wall and get the C4s planted and rigged so that we can get the hell out of here."
"Amen to that. These wankers got the aim of a fish but they've got a shit ton of low ranking peasants for us to go have fun slaughtering them. I realized that a South American Stalin commanded these little men." Hoxton responded, shooting a few warning shots into the sky above.
Once the four had made it to helipad with a minute to spare with relative ease. The forklifts were riddled in bullet holes but all the drugs had been missed as well as the only shots that had tagged the heisters hit their vests. It was a small stand off due to heavier armoured men and a few bombers made their way to the four's location in the old Jeep Wranglers and retired American Humvees. Wolf got distract from killing the oncoming bogeys as the chapter neared, but pulled himself back together and started taking the bags off the pallets in preparation to secure them in the chopper.
"Grab the bombs and load my drugs up. We made deal you know." The pilot said, slurring his words as he slammed the chopper down.
Luca pulled the explosives away from the chopper and left his teammates to fend for themselves so that he could get the bombs places before the delivery ended. When Dallas gave a confused look as he yanked the dead body out of the driver seat of a nearby Wrangler, nothing more than a nod was given in response. The vehicle was by no means bulletproof, but it would provide the cover necessary for him to set the charges up in preparation of their grand escape. Ghost lined the entirety of the bottom portion of the wall with the C4 tracks. On the final brick on C4 to help it go off was placed, Luca stood back to admire the line of highly dangerous weaponry. A huge wave of pain from his right shoulder snapped him out of his own thoughts. Without any second thoughts, he felt around his shoulder before finding an area where he could put dip finger in slightly before sighing and quickly hopping back into the bullet covered Jeep, instantly flooring it to get back to his crew. He watched as the Chopper took off as he yanked the hand break, twirling the Jeep a full 180 degrees so that he could get back to their 'exit' without having to waste fine turning.
"Fucking drive!" Dallas shouted as the three hopped over the rear doors and into their seats.
Ghost smirked from behind his mask as he pressed a the little red button he kept in his hand. The sound shot through the night air as smoke and fire journeyed to sky. His reckless driving was slightly paying off as well because shots had only been landing on the steel body as well as him hitting a couple of the terrorist. Corner after corner, more and more Cartel Members and White Masks would try and block the four using themselves, Jeeps, and Humvees but to much of their dismay, they couldn't get any of the roadblocks up fast enough resulting in them always having space to get through.
"Just keep going and you're home free. I didn't some talking with the freedom fighters and this team called the "Ghost Recon." They promised you all a plane to Mexico tomorrow morning after you're done here." Bain's voice echoed through the comms.
"Plane for three, I've got unfinished business here before I go back up north Bain." Ghost responded, slowly pushing the gas further down as the crumbled wall and freedom fighters came into view, "We're going to completely fuck this thing up, but it's well worth it because y'all are going to be getting outta here with a different ride. I have somewhere else in Bolivia I have to be."
"I think you're fucking insane." Dallas shouted as the underbody completely shredded from the rest of the vehicle.
The car could be heard falling out of gear along with the two front wheels rapidly slowing the rest of the vehicle down as they were facing separate directions due to what Ghost could only assume were the control arms snapping. Once the Jeep had came to a complete stop, multiple other civilian vehicles surrounded them with tens of people coming out.
"Payday, we are here to escort you to the nearest airport," A heavily accented man shouted, "And you in the creepy, we need to get you fixed up!"
Ghost got out of the vehicle and made his way to one of the cars with only a single person in it, "I'd love to but I have places to be. I want you to follow your directions though and get those three to Mexico. You'll probably be seeing me around more often because I'm not leaving for at least another month or so. I have got a small date to attend in an hour or so. Emma's boss has gotten her busy in recent times."
I apologize about how long this has taken. My illness kind of fucked me up as well as I sort of lost the will to write in long portions so I have slowly written as much as I could. I promise to get the next chapter done sooner, I know this is a romance story so I'm going to base the next chapter around that. Hell, if you're actually reading this, let me know if you want a lemon eventually. I may consider writing one. Thank you for reading and again, I apologize for taking so long to write this.