The juggernaut surveyed the area around him, searching for the mongrels who ran from him. He knew he had the complete upper hand now that the sniper from earlier had ran out of ammo. He knew the sniper ran out of ammunition because otherwise, with him out in the open like this, he would have been shot several times over. The plan was going well, the gas didn't manage to kill any of them, but it did separate and disorient them. The explosives seemed to injure some of them as well, so perhaps those two morons were useful in some way to him.

"You will become an unstoppable force and an immovable object; you will be what Death failed to reap. A warrior who, no matter what, will always continue fighting through the fires of Hell humanity created to spite you from achieving your goal. No... Our goal. I do not see you as a substitute, or a replacement for... Him. Instead, I see you as a new heir. Fight on with us, fight where he failed to win. Prove to me, to the world, but most importantly, to yourself... That you are greater than the Reaper himself. That you have conquered Death."

Those words have echoed in his mind ever since then. Every second of everyday non-stop for years they've been repeated in his head relentlessly. And they will never stop until the day he is victorious.

And no one will stop him from achieving his mentor's dream. For years, he has done nothing but train for the day he avenges his mentor. No second was ever wasted with him. Every moment was spent to make him better. His training methods were seen as brutal, even by the others. But he was no fool. He made sure that the blood and sweat he put into his duty didn't go to waste. He studied the human body and all subjects related to it to learn of the best ways to maximize his abilities in the shortest amounts of time. He trained under the best Muay Thai masters in all of the world in Thailand, Judo champions in Japan, legends in wrestling from Russia's old USSR Olympic gold medalists. He became efficient with all kinds of weapons, ranging from ballistic to explosive. He was-

"C'mere you fuckin cunt, asshole, bastard, motherfucking piece of shit who I'm going to tear in half! COME GET ME YA FUCKSTICK!" Mozzie yelled while driving full speed toward him in a shitty old Lada.

The juggernaut held up his minigun and began firing at the old Russian car, but Mozzie was quick, he swerved left and right and dodged the bullets and zoomed right past him.

"Come chase me bastard!" he yelled while driving away into the gas.

The juggernaut went after him as fast as the exoskeleton would allow him to. He wasn't going to let an Aussie disrespect him like that, he was going to pay for his insolence.

Mozzie entered the outer region of the gas and got out of the vehicle and looked back to see the juggernaut moving toward him.

"Over here fuckhead!" he yelled as he turned back and ran into the gas.

Though he could not see well, he could see enough. The gas had thinned over time, and so finding the short Australian should prove easy enough to do. His wounded shoulder from the sniper earlier was still bothering him, but he wasn't going to tap out now.

A shadow dashed behind him and he quickly turned and shot a burst from his minigun. The shadow was gone, and this repeated four other times. This started to irk him. His main objective was to kill Tarret, but he got sidetracked by these operators. He shouldn't waste his time with these soldiers, so he turned back around to continue his true mission. However, he realized that the Australian led him astray. He didn't know where he now was. He guessed he was in the center of the gas.

A pistol fired at his back in vain, and he turned to see the Auzzie run from a large pillar back into the deeper regions of the gas. The juggernaut went to get him when all of a sudden, when he turned the corner around the pillar, an explosion knocked him back and the massive pillar crashed down upon him.

"Sounds like I got him! I'll try to make my way back now, Twitch!" Mozzie yelled triumphantly.

"Make it quick, you've got less than three minutes before that whole area is bombarded!"

"Got it, I'll try not to trip!"

Behind Mozzie was the juggernaut still under the pillar, struggling to break free. The explosion had damaged his exoskeleton and the pillar didn't help with his situation at all. He fell for such a stupid trap, he trained all his life to fight against intelligent tactics, but couldn't prepare for such stupid bullshit like this. He tried lifting the pillar, but it barely budged. What a fool he was. But he can't die now, his mask is still unbroken, he still has a chance to finish his mission.

He wasn't going to get offed by an Australian midget.

"Ha, so the shorty managed to get the job done, eh? And all for you Twitch." Ela chuckled.

"I'm sure he did it because he wanted to show off his driving skills more than because he cares for me. You've seen how he treats me, but I don't mind, it's a fun rivalry we have. And it looks like the rest of the group managed to make it back. Over there." she points behind Ela at Thatcher and Thermite walking together.

"Don't forget about me." Glaz came up from behind, "Fuze, show them what you found."

Fuze pulled two people handcuffed towards the group of tired and wounded operators. They were the two White Masks from earlier, Michael and Isaac.

"Ay man, let go bruh, we dindu nuffin. We was just following orders man." Michael complained.

"So are we." Fuze replied.

"Well, well, well. Now we got three prisoners, Tarret, and his two goons here. Nice try earlier by the way." Thatcher referred to Tarret trying to run away during the gas strikes earlier, "But it wasn't good enough, ya cheeky bastard. Speaking of cheeky bastards, there's Mozzie runnin' the street there. Better hurry, those fighters are probably only half a minute away."

Mozzie managed to make it to the group, he was breathless and dropped limp on the floor, "I-I-I did it! I made it back!"

"Unfortunately." someone coughed

"Wh-who said that?!"

The jets flew back in and dropped their bombs, annihilating the area once more. Anyone or thing that was in the area of bombardment would have been completely destroyed. Not too long after that, an evac chopper came in along with a second to secure the containers of gas and explosives in the building that miraculously survived the whole ordeal. Although the mission got real fucky in the end, it was more than successful. They now had three prisoners and the containers. But they could have definitely done without the gas and explosions from earlier.

The evac chopper landed and the team got in, waiting to go home and have a well-deserved sleep. While they were getting on, Mozzie began stumbling a bit, acting like he did earlier when he awoke. Twitch noticed something wrong, Mozzie couldn't even stand straight and wasn't able to get up into the helicopter. And this time it wasn't because of his short height.

"Mozzie, what's wrong?" Twitch asked, concerned.

"I-I think I-"

Before he could finish, he fell down on the floor, completely unconscious.

"Shit! We got to get him to a medic! Get this chopper off the ground, let's go!" Thatcher yelled.

Thatcher and Fuze lifted Mozzie into the helicopter. Dokkaebi and Jager closed the doors and immediately the chopper went into the air and out of the AO.

Maybe the mission's success wasn't without some sacrifice.