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Chapter 7: Blood Bath For the Big Three and Misguidedly on Edge FBI Agent Don
Don Eppes was understandibly on edge as he sat with Megan Reeves in one of the FBI cars, watching a very nervous Daniel Rudyard pace in front of his car, a duffle bag full of " Money" clutched tightly in his hand. In actuallity, it was filled with blank paper and a GPS unit. If everything went according to plan, the bastards who's kidnapped Mandy and Sara Rudyard would be falling right into the FBI's trap... If they showed.
Meanwhile, in the secluded woods, Ghost watched with satisfaction as one by one, the guards outside the building fell dead on the ground, all of them sporting a new hole in their heads. All curtesy of Mojave and his barrettas. Nighthawk was making easy work of scaling the side of the building to the roof. Now that the guard were out, Ghost made his way stealthily to the side of the building, seeing a big gaping hole in the wall he could easily fit through.
" You guys ready?" Asked Ghost into his comm-link.
" No Mercy." Growled Mojave.
" No Mercy." Growled Nighthawk.
" No Mercy." Echoed Ghost.
An unearthly blast of noise and shockwaved shook the building as one of Nighthawk's grenades detonated on que.
" Jennings, you're mine." Thought Ghost as he slipped into the building through the hole, ending up in a lower level of the building.
The grenade had had the desired effect, through the night-vision they could see the green scrambling forms of Jennings's men.
By now, all three operatives were inside the building, each heading for their intended targets.
" The girls, are in the far east wing, storage room, three guards, get their before they can move them." Said Ghost hastily as he ran down a darkened hall, unsheathing his sword as he went.
" Copy that, Jennings is in the main area, ten guys with him." Cracked Mojave.
" Make sure those two girls don't have a scratch on them." Said Ghost as he rounded a corner, spotting a target ahead of him.
" We'll let you know if there's even one." Growled Nighthawk.
Ghost killed the link and pounced on his first victim of the night. The deadly samurai sword make a graceful arch as it sliced through human flesh from shoulder to hip. Ghost didn't stop to look at the man he'd just butchered, he'd stopped looking long before then. Ghost was in the mind-set that, if it came down to it, he'd slice through every opposing man in this building to get to Blake Jennings.
Meanwhile, Mojave had just turned a corner and immediately ran intoan enemy man. The Man aimed and fired off a few rounds from his gun, all of them hit nothing.Mojave had ducked and shotthree of his own rounds. Him being the better marksmen, at three bullets hit their mark in rapid succession. Mojave ran past the corpse and proceeded to the east wing, knowing he'd meet up with Nighthawk. The three men who were gaurding the hostages were dead meat.
Ghost found himself running down a deserted corridor, he passed through the darkness like the specter he was codenamed after. The urge to kill was rising in him as he neared the main floor, with his heat-vision switched on, Ghost could see the feint outlines of his intended targets. However, just before he reached the main area, he stopped. It was common-sense that barging into a room full of heavily armed men was suicide. Ghost had another way of raining on Jennings parade. Ghost quickly back-tracked and found a rusted staircase to the second floor, it would lead him to a balcony overlooking the ground-floor, where Jennings was most definately at.
Confusion was everywhere, Blake Jennings was at a loss for what the hell was going on. He felt little security with the ten men surrounding him. No matter, if all else failed, he had this entire building set to explode, little Mandy and Sara would be headed straight to their maker, no sweat.
The detonator was in his hand, the red button was awful tempting. Ghost looked down at his prey and could see that Blake was holding somthing in his hand. Not taking any chances, Ghost unholstered one of his own guns, complete with silencer. Ghost pressed the scope button on his googles and took aim, his googles serving the purpouse of marking his target. Ghost squeezed the trigger and felt the bullet leave his gun. Ghost calculated the trajectory in his mind and watched with grim satisfaction as the bullet found its target, Blake Jennings hand, the one that had been holding the detonator, which was now useless. A predatory grin graced Ghost's face behind his mask as he heard Blake Jennings scream in agony.
More confused voices rang out, Ghost saw his opportunity to strike. The CIA operative gripped the rusted metal railing tightly before he hurled himself over it, swooping down on his unsuspecting victims like death incarnate.The soft metallic " Shing" was followed by a startled scream of death, then another, and another, and another.The remaining men fired wildly into the darkness, hoping they'd hit whoever was mercilessly cutting them down. All around him, Blake could hear the last livimg moments of his men, one by one falling victim to some unknown force. Then everything went completely silent save for the fearful breathing of the remaining men.
" Blake, we gotta get out of hear." Came one of his men's voices.
" Come on, let's go." Came another. The sound of feet running away was heard before another soft metallic " Shing". The next sounds were two dull thuds. If the lights had been one, Blake and his remaining three men would have seen a fellow man decapitated.
" Anybody still alive, stay with me!" Screamed Blake. He immediately felt the three other men gather around him. There was stillness once more, the sound of harsh ragged breathing was the only sound.
Ghost could feel the fury of his bloodlust coursing through his veins, he'd stop after the last three men were butchered meat. He had a different kind ofdeath in mind for Blake Jennings, he still had to confess his sins, especially his current one, kidnapping.
Like a wolf, Ghost circled his prey sizing them all up, they would be no problem. Then, like acoiled snake who found his mouse, Ghost lashed out with his Samurai sword, burying it to the hilt intoone of the eerrie green shapes he saw through his night-vision.But, he wasn't done withjust one, Ghost unearthed his sword fromwhat was now a corpse and lashed out again, this time catching a second man at theside of his head. Ghost felt his blade pass through bone and flesh like it was semi-hard butter, the second man fell with half his head missing. Ghost turned to the final man and without missing a beat in this dance of death, the sword made a graceful arch as it came down on its last terrified victim.
An unearthly scream filled the air and Ghost severed the man's right arm before swinging the blade once more, this time taking his head. Ghost had just gone against orders, he'd given a man the mercy of death.
Ghost backed off and let Jennings stalk around in confusion and fear, shooting blindly into the darkness that surrounded him.
Ghost shielded his left wrist and he looked as his digital watch, the screen illuminating under his gloved hand as he checked the time, only an hour and a half had passed by, there was still two hours and a half before the " Deadline" the FBI were expecting.
" Wow, that was fast." Thought Ghost as he continued to watchJennings flounder about in the dark.
" You should've remembered your night-vision googles, idiot." Thought Ghost with a smirk.
While the bloodbath in the main area was happening,Mojave and Nighthawk had reached the far east wing.The three men had automatic weapons with them, stunning them was Nighthawk's job as he pulled out a flash grenade and with true aim, sent it flying straight towards the two men. The bang was earshattering and left the three burly guards stunned. Mojave to the opportunity and displayed his deadly acurracy. All three men received a third eye, curtesy of the CIA.
The door the three men had been gaurding had been blasted open, Mojave and Nighthawk could here the shrill, terrified screams of Mandy and Sara. They quickly rushed forward towards the storage closet and were met with the sight of two twin girls clingling to each other.
" Please don't hurt us." Sobbed one of them as they both cried.
Mojave moved forward and knelt before the two very scared children.
" No, no ninas, we're not going to hurt you. We came to take you home to your Mom and Dad." Said Mojave gently. Upon hearing this, the two girls looked up at strange men glad in black with funny masked on.
" P-promise?" Asked Mandy, tears still running down her face. Nighthawk knelt before the two girls and reached out a gloved hand, gently wiping a tear away from Mandy's cheek.
" We promise." Said Nighthawk with a nod. That seemed to break the wall as both girls rushed forward, each running into either Mojave or Nighthawk's welcoming arms.
" Shh. It's alright, It's alright." Said Mojave soothingly as he rubbed Mandy's back.
" Mandy, Sarah, we need you to do something to do for us." Said Nighthawk.
Bothe girls looked up and stared at him.
" I need you to close your eyes. Keep them closed until we tell you to open them. Okay?" Asked Nighthawk. Both girls nodded vigorously before shutting their eyes and tightening their holds around both Mojave and Nighthawk's necks.
The two Operatives nodded to each other before getting up, each carrying a child. They got out of the room and into the hall with only one destination in mind, out of this hell-hole. As they quickly navigated their way through the hall Nighthawk tried to raise their leader on the comm-link, only getting static.
" Be alright Ghost." Thought Nighthawk, worried what was going on with Ghost.
In the main area, Ghost had just finished beating Jennings into unconsciousness and handcuffing him. Now came the fun part. Ghost reached into one of the pockets of the black cargo pants he had on and pulled out a new toy. Ghost fastened the collar around Jennings's throat. The purpose of this collar would be revealed in due time. For now, Ghost also put a black hood over Blakes head before hoisting the man over a shoulder and carried him out of the warehouse.
As he laborously walked, Ghost pressed a button on his comm-link.
" Mojave, Nighthawk, you their?" Asked Ghost. After some static, a relieved voice filled the line.
" Ghost, you okay man?" Asked Nighthawk.
" Yeah, I'm good, even have our friend Blake in tow. Enough about me, are the girls alright?" Asked Ghost urgently.
" They're scared but alright, we're headed outside, we'll meet you at the front." Mojave's already called Toby, he's on his way." Answered Nighthawk.
" Good, we have and appointment to keep with the FBI." Said Ghost as he continued onwards.