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Chapter 20: The Mission in Motion
The ground was a welcome feeling beneath Ghost's boots as he set down and unhooked his parachute, Mojave and Nighthawk mirroring him. Ghost freed himself and jogged up to the waiting white van, his two fellow operatives following. It held within it's massive form all of the gear they'd be need for this mission.
" Hey Cabby." Grinned Nighthawk as Toby Finch greeted them and opened the trunk space.
" Hey guys." Said Toby with a smile as the three of them quickly got their gear on.
Guns, granades, knives, tazers, canisters full of God knows what, modified Kevlar vests, a few swords for Ghost and a whole lot more went into multiple holsters, pockets, and sheaths.They were done gearing up and covering up in record time, piling into the van. With a low growl the car sprang to life and they were off towards the city.
Thankfully, the road into Zermatt was deserted until they reached the entrance of the city, where there was a toll booth. Then the city of Zermatt welcomed them in all the flouresence a city would provide this time of night. Tobyweaved his way through the traffic, making his way to the target, the Grand Hotel Zermatterhof.
After a little more weaving, Toby pulled into the parking garage of the five star hotel, passing himself off as maintenance to the guard. Toby weaved his was through the empty lots until he reached a secluded area in the far west corner of the lot.
" I got the car so that it hides the hatch, you guys better disappear fast." Said Toby quietly as he gestured outside.
" Got it." Said Ghost as he slid the right hand side door open and saw said hatch.
" You guys ready?" He asked as he turned to Nighthawk and Mojave as he slipped on his nightvision goggles and mask, it was a long, dark ways through the tunnels before they reached Yurich's layer.
" Do you even have to ask." Grinned Mojave as they stepped out of the van. Ghost gripped the handle of the hatch door and lifting it easily. A dark labyrinth of tunnels awaited them.
" Showtime." Growled Ghost as he jumped in, disappearing into the darkness, his two fellow operatives following.
The three operatives were surrounded by darkness as they made their way through the tunnels. They were following Mojave, who's many specialties included finding the best route. The schematics of the entire underground tunnel system of Zermatt was being transmitted into a special gauntlet on his arm that showed their location and their target. All thanks to a certain Mole they'd come to know and love, Mikaila Gordon.
The tunnels were winding like coiled snakes, the three of them were running as one at a comfortable pace. The layer consisted of one main lab and three smaller ones, all of which were heavily guarded. No problem, besides, Mikaila was a master of misdirection. She knew her part in all of this. Moles destroy from the inside, Snakes attack from the outside.
Meanwhile, in abuilding across from the Zermatterhof hotel,Derek Steele waswatching his three top agents at the temporary command center. He was on edge, natural for theman incharge.This was a big mission, stoppingYurich was a top priority. The CIA had been called in the moment this madman had vanished into the underground. Mikaila had managed to infiltrate Yurich's circle three months prior, as one of his survaillence techs. Perfect for them, with her access, she had implanted a virus in the entire security system. Now, Steele watched as his three operatives approached their target.
Back in the tunnels, Mojave signaled a few meters ahead and as they approached, the dim blue glow of light greeted them.
"Bingo." Thought Ghost grimly as they paused at thehole that led downwards, the massive lab in all its glory below them. Stealth would be on their side as Ghost pressed abutton on the comm-link device in his ear.
" Honey, show us your stuff." He drawled with a hidden smirk.
On cue, the lights that illuminated the entire structure flickered as one and then died, unleashing the intended chaos.
" Thank you Angelita."Growled Mojave, his anticipation evident.
He and Nighthawk turned their nightvision on and gazed at their leader, hued an eerie green as he jumped from their perch, swooping down like the spectre he was codenamed after.Mojave and Nighthawk followed without hesitation, the chaotic screams and yells from the other people in the now blacked out fascility hid thesound of their appraoch.
" Get yourself out of here Miki, it's gonna get ugly." Growled Ghost before switching off the comm and unsheathing hisSamurai sword.
Beneath his mask, Ghost wore an expression of predatory desire. Charlie Eppes, theeasy going math genius was taking a nap somwhere, Ghost the CIA Operative was in full force and he was out for blood.
Behindtheir leader,Mojave and Nighthawk pulled out their own weapons. Mojave's weapon ofchoice were twin 48 caliber Barretta handguns. Nighthawk had several of his favorite grenades and mini-bombsready.
" You guys know what you gotta do?" Asked Ghost intoa different comm-link.
" I head down to the labs, contain and destroy the smaller labs, but leave somthing for the clean up crew." Answered Nighthawk
" I go to the central computer system and download all of Russian dude's data." Answered Mojave.
" I take out the head hancho myself." Drawled Ghost.
" I'll see you guys later, kill only when you have to, incapcitate the rest. Keep yourselves alive." Said Ghost before the spilt up.
They were in for a long night.