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Chapter 21: Work as Usual
It was a very cold night over Ukraine, the sky was clear with the stars twinkling down at the earth from the place in the heavens.
In the still waters of the Black sea,two sleek and powerful speed boats slowly pulled up about a mile from the Ukrainian costline.
" Hey, how cold is the water again?" Asked Mojave as he pulled on his scuba mask, beside him were Nighthawk and the leaderof the Big Three unit, Ghost.
" How many times are you gonna ask me that?" Asked Toby fron where he stood at the helm of thepowerful boat they were on. In the other Speeder was the second CIA Unit, four individuals headed by one Mikaila Gordon.
" Mojave, I will say this once and only once, the waterit is cold as Hell, but it's nothing we can't handle. Plus, you aren't gonna chicken out of me are you?" Asked Ghost as he turned to his fellow operative with a quirked eyebrow behind his mask. The three of them had on skin-tight, thermal control wet-suites. These were the newset in the line of scuba gear and would make the near zero degree temperature of the Black sea waters seem more like the waters of Miami Florida.
Mojave was stunned for a second before he indignantly replied to his leader's taunt.
" You know full well I'm in this for the long haul Hermano." He grumbled.
" I know, I'm just playing with your psyche." Said Ghost with a small grin as he looked at his waterproof digital watch. It was exactly half an hour to 11:00 PM.
Ghost turned to his two operatives and gave them a look, the two of them nodded, knowing exactly what it mean as they watched their leaded bring a hand to his ear to talk into the comm-link.
"Yo Miki, you there?"
"Yeah Ghost, I'm here. What's up?"
"It's showtime." Growled Ghost, ready for another taste of blood from the veins of the wicked.
" Copy that. See ya when we reach the cavern." Said Mikaila before the link went dead.
Ghost turned to his operatives and nodded before he stepped onto the edge of the boats sleek body and then dived into the black waters headfirst. Another new piece of gear was the extra light air-tank that was strapped to all of the CIA operatives backs.
With a quick nod to Toby, Nighthawk and Mojave followed their leader, diving head first into the black abyss of water.
They both switched on the Night-Vision feature of their scuba masks and followed in the green spectre-like form of their leader a few strides ahead of them.
There were four other splashes behind them as Mikaila and her operatives joined them. All the other operatives followed in Ghost wake as he led them to the cavern that had all of their combat gear and a way into the underground layer where he nuclear warheads were stored and gaurded by what was probably the biggest number of arms terrorists that that Big Three Unit would face up to date.
Ghost was like a shark as he gracefully propelled himself through the black water like he had been living in it all his live, when in actuallity, it had only been two days since he'd swam to the cavern for the first time. It had taken him only a few hours to master the path to the cavern but, being the operative that he was, he had kept swiming back and forth from the cavern to the spot where the boats had pulled up to tonight, all the while keeping himself safe and sound by not going over the limit when it came to scub-diving.
Through the green of his underwater night-vision, Ghostcould see the entrance of the cavern. He paused and floated in the water, waiting for the other six operatives to catch up to him. He them made a hand signal, telling them they were here and then to follow him single file. Ghost propelled himself downwards to the gapping hole in the rock, behind him wasNighthawk, then Mojave, Mikaila, and the other three operatives, Palmer, Branders, and Taylor.
The tunnel to the cavern was fairly short, Ghost glided through the water, making his way to the simmeringcolumn of lighta few feet away, the entrance to the cave where the combat gear had been carefully stored.
With a final push, Ghost's head shot through the service of the now dark blue water, illuminated by the lighting that had been set up by Ghost himself.
Wasting no time, Ghost climbed out of the water and pulled off his flippers. He then stood before the hole and helped Nighthawk, Mojave, Mikaila, Palmer, Branders, and Taylor out of the water. The leader of the Big Three them pointed each member of the assault team to there seperate bag of gear and weapons before he hurried off to his own bag where his combat gear and swords and other favorite weaponswere waiting.
It was just another night on the job.