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Chapter 24: Warrior Bathed in Blood
Ghost stopped running and stood at the end of the tunnel, which overlooked the glass roof of the underground lair they had just infiltrated. With his nightvision, Ghost could see the little green figures scrambling obliviously under his bloodthirsty gaze. With a predatory grin behind his mask, Ghost kneeled and gracefully climbed down from the tunnel mouth and onto the glass roof, carefully spreading his weight evenly across the glass panes, which were thankfully thick.
A sudden band in the distance made Ghost's smile widen, Mojave was bound to be having a blast.
Ghost reached into one of his many pockets and pulled out a seeminglysmall device with three suction cups and flimsy looking blade. Ghost pressed the suction cups firmly onto the glass. He then gripped the top of the downward pointing blade and pulled, revealing a thin, T.V. antenna-like extending arm. With practiced skill, Ghost extended the arm to the right length and them firmly pressed the pointed blade into the glass, the tip sinking into the glass as though it were butter. With a steady hand, Ghost pulled the blade in a circumferance that was wide enough for him to fit through, the blade cutting through the glass with no trouble at all.
Catwoman would be proud.
Once he'd gone fully around, Ghost pressed the suction cups into the glass just to make sure they were securely in place, he then pulled the glass cutter up, smiling as a perfect circular disc of glass came with it. Ghost gently set the glass disc aside and then released a deep breath.
" I promise I'll come home, Don, Dad." Thought Ghost before he dove in through the hole head first.
With ninja-like grace, Ghost flipped his body and laned soundlessly on his feet amidst the panic stricken terrorists who's lives he would end one by one.
With a smirk, Ghost quickly backed up against the wall, just in time to avoid colliding with victiom number 100. The smirk left Ghost's face as, instead of unsheathing his sword, Ghost pulled out a 9mm Revolver from his hip holster and quickly screwed on a silencer before taking careful aim at his target, who was about to headed back the way he came, unknowing running towards his own death.
The man had enough time to yell something out in his Ukrainian language before a muted bullet enter his brain, right between the eyes. The man fell in a crumpled heep on the floor under Ghost's indifferent gaze. Ghost, being fluent in the language, knewthe man had said that everything was all clear, yeah right.
100...
Then, more voices and the sound of multiple foot-falls came from down the hall.
Hans, are you alright, where are you? Came another man's voice. Ghost remained silent from his hidding place as he watched his next six victims come unbenounced to their doom.
99... 98... 97... 96... 95... 94...
Meanwhile, on the top floor, Nighthawk let loose a barrage of his most deadly gas grenades. With his gas mask on, Nighthawk stayed away from the gas and watched it do it's deadly work as one by one, men began to fall dead to the floor. This would cut down some but not all the men, that's were the grenades with real firepower came in. Nighthawk patiently waited for the gas to discipate before he ran through the hallway now congested with corpses and soon to be corpses, pulling out one of these grenades as he went. He would make his way over to where most of the remaining men were and blow them to Kingdom Come.
On the second level, Mojave was following his leader's example of stealth. With two silencer endowed revolvers, Mojave was shooting and slithering his way to the main computer room. The shadows were always a CIA Operatives friend, next to his or her fellow Operative. Mojave was showing off his marksmen skills at it's best, taking out unsuspecting man after man with kill-shot after kill-shot, each of his bullets entering a man's brain and ending life instantly.
64... 63... 62... 61... 60... 59... 58... 57... 56... 55... 54... 53... 52... 51...
With a low growl, Ghost buried the tip of his sword into his 50th victim, yet againfeeling something warm and wet splatter against the lower half of his combat clad body.He watched as the man he'd just killed slid to the floor in a lifeless heap. The hallway was littered with bodies and the single means of escape, the elevator shaft had been reduced to a mangles mess of smoking metal thanks to one of Ghost own high-powered grenades.
" Fifty down, fifty to go." Thought Ghost, the need to feel more blood splatter onto him becoming almost to much to take. But Ghost quickly reigned in the tendrils of his rage, remembering that this wasn't about the slaughter, it was about stopping a terrorist ground from set off nuclear warheads at any target, mainly, the United States of America.
With a growl, Ghost took off running down the hall, looking for who would become victim number 49.
At the four exits, two on each of the upper floors, Mikaila and her men were shooting at all of the souls lucky enough to get past either Mojave or Nighthawk. As she took out straggler after straggler, Mikaila took a spilt second to wonder how Ghost was holding up, the leader of the Big Three had taken the toughest floor with the greatest number of opposition, she could only hope that he was alright.
Ghost let out a low growl as he found his newest victims. Feeling savage joy as he spilled more blood, bathing in it. Charlie Eppes was not was not Charlie Eppes now, now was Ghost, a CIA Operative with a thirst for the crimson that was not going to be quenched until he reached the final kill on his countdown, kill number 1.
49... 48... 47... 46... 45... 44... 43... 42... 41... 40... 39... 38... 37... 36... 35... 34... 33... 32... 31...