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Chapter 25: Numero Uno And the Job that Still Needs to Be Done
Mojave looked around at his work, all who were on this floor were dead or soon to be falling into the hands of Mikaila Gordon and her men. Still alert to any new threat that might come his way, Mojave entered the main computer room, where there was a stockpile of valuable information that he had the task of retrieving and securing. As he took a wary seat infront of the computer, Mojave decided to check in on his fellow operatives.
" Hey Nighthawk, you there?" He asked into the line. There was static on the other end before Nighthawk's voice cracked across the line.
" Mojave, you in the computer room?" He asked.
" Yeah, I just sat down, I'm loading in the transfer discs as we speak. How are things with you up there of the first floor?" Asked Mojave.
" My floor is clear and silent, all my baddies are dead and dying, how 'bout you?" Drawled Nighthawk.
" Same here, most are sporting a third eye, the rest were taken out by Palmer and Branders. Any word from Ghost?" Asked Mojave.
" Nada, nothing from him, I guess we just stay put, pass the time and wait for the word." Sighed Nighthawk.
Meanwhile...
Victim number 23 let out a painful scream of death as Ghost sliced him in half, the deadly sword slicing through his mid-drift.
77 men already on their way to whatever afterlife they had earned.
23 men left to die by the hands of a cold and relentless Operative of the CIA.
Ghost had barely even broken a sweat, adrenaline still coursing through his veins as he zeroed in on the now terrified voices of is remaining victims. Through his nightvison, Ghost could see the flicker of bright green, indicating something that was living, something he could take the living out of. Qwelling a growl, Ghost silently, stealthily made his way over to the group of men who were huddle together with their guns drawn, ready to shoot and anything that moved.
" What ever is out there, it can't be human, it killed all those men, man, all our men." Came a panic filled voice in Ukrainian dialogue.
" Shut up Klause, we have to remain calm and guard the Nucs. If we see or hear anything move, shoot it with as many bullets you can." Came another voice, though deeper, was no less filled with the same terror.
Ghost smiled like the cat who caught the canary, theseeight fools all huddled together had no idea he was standing right next to the man who'd just spoken about shooting anything that moved. Ghost resist, seeing as to how he was a fluent speaker of the Ukrainian language.
" You're all going to die." He growled in a purely demonic voice.
The results were instant as all seven men started shooting their weapons all at once. There aim was way out there in left field. Ghost simple stepped around a corner and waited for the wanton bullets to stop flying.
Once they did, Ghost did somthing that probably made some of these men soil themselves. He started laughing, the sound anything but humorous, it cold, deep, and all together... evil.
Ghost grotesque delight grew as three more men came bounding down the other hallway, join his already marked eight.
" A perfect dozen, howlovely." Thought Ghost with a small grin of savage joy as he watched his unsuspecting prey scrambling to make sense of the terrifying situation he'd put them in.
The grin left Ghost's mask-hidden face as he gritted his teeth to try and qwell the berserk rage that made his vision go red. Ghost tightened the grip around the hilt of his sword and with alow snarl, Ghost shot out of his hidding place and swooped down on his prey, deciding to indulge the manically murderous part of his nature.
With inhuman speed, Ghost was in there midsts, slicing and dicing mercilessly, all the while keeping count of each life he quickly ended.
22!... 21!... 20!... 19!... 18!... 17!... 16!...15!... 14!... 13!... 12!...11!... Twelve lives ending in rapid succession.
When the last corpse hit the floor, dicapitated, Ghost paused to calm himself down. The murderous rage slowly passed and Ghost sighed.
He reached the final ten men in his blood-drenched countdown. With asoft feral snarl, Ghost stealthily made his way towards the holding area where the nuclear warheads were stored and ready for launch if need be.
These men would beno match for Ghost, but he decided to let them enjoy a few more precious minutes of life before he sent them on their way to their Maker. With an almost inaudible sigh, Ghost noislessly sheathed his sword and took a seat Indian style in the shadows, his back to the wall near his remaining victims a good three meters away, who were all huddled around a heavy looking metal door, set on protecting the Nucs.
Ghost reached into his back pocket and pulled out a Snickersbar, skillfully ripping away the wrapper, making as little noise as possible. He deftly pulled up his mask and took a bite of the peanuts and caramel coveredin milk chocolate.
He imediately felt like spitting it out, the sweetness of the candy tasting more like ash in his mouth. However, he quickly wolfed the entire thing down, nowing full well that a sugar rush was a good thing now that he was down to his final ten victims. Ghost quickly swallowed the last of the chocolate bar and the gracefully got to his feet without making any sound loud enough to alert his last batch of victims of their impending death approaching.
To his silent satisfaction, Ghost could see that the ten remaining men had let their guard down somewhat, their weapons held in semi-lax grips. Ghost eyed them coldly through his night-vision goggled and the smirked as with inhuman speed once again, he unsheathed his deadly Japanese steel.
" The Devil is waiting for you all, I shall not keep him waiting." Growled Ghost in the Ukrainian language as he brought his blade down in a deadly arch, catching victim number ten dead center on the very top of his head, the blade passing through bone and flesh as though it were butter, slicing the man in half vertically.
Without giving any of them a chance to fire off their guns, Ghost took them down one by one in rapid succession, enough time had been wasted in indulging a blood-thirsty nature, now all Ghost wanted was to clear the way for Mikaila and her men to finish the job they had all set out to do.
9... 8... 7... 6... 5... 4... 3... 2...
Now Ghost paused as he stalked his final victim who was cowering in the coner after he'd heard and felt his other nine comrades diepainful deaths at the hands of some unholy demon that had remained unseen in the shadows. Ghost felt a very feint pang of pity as he heard this lone survivor whimper and moan in fear. The pity quickly fled and was replaced bya feeling of nothingas Ghost slowly krept closer and closer to his final victim, coming to stand a mere two steps away.
With a barely audible sigh, Ghost slowly raised his blade above his head beforeletting it fall in a deadly arch, a scream of raw rage roaring from his throat, mingling with his final victim's terrified scream of agony and death as the tip of Ghost's blade made a temporary home in this final man's chest, impaling his heart. With a cruel twist of the steel, Ghost roughly yanked his blade out of what was now a corpse, his hypersensitive hearing picking up on the sound of a few liters of human blood slowly leaking out of the hole in this final man's chest.
1... 0.
100 guards sent to protect the Nuclear warheads.
100 guards all dead at the hands of one man.
Ghost took a moment to realize that there was no one left to kill, no one left to send to the afterlife, no one.
With a sigh, Ghost reached up and pressed a button at the side of his mask and raised the comm-Link.
" Everyone, the third floor is all clear, I'll be expecting you." He growled.
On the two other floors, the only six other people who were still breathing felt chills run up their spines at the cold voice they had just heard, but one by one, they all obeyed the call of their leader.
There was a job that still needed to be done.