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Chapter 21: The Best in the Business Can Still Have a Few Close Calls
Through the darkness, Ghost ran with all his might towards Yurich's location, the tracking device Mikaila had planted on the Russian madman was beeping steadily on the screen of Ghost's gauntlet. As he passed several stunned personnel huddled along the hall, a gaurd standing out in a vibrant shade of red in the Nightvision turned the corner and began to fire chaotically. Ghost easily ducked out of the way of the bullets and waited for this fool to stop firing. When the projectiles stopped flying. Ghost made his move, with a soft metallic ching , Ghost's samurai sword lashed out and caught the guard in the mid-drift. With a sickening wet sound andtwo soft thuds, Ghost continued running towards the blip on his gauntlet radar, not stopping to gaze at the man he'd just sliced in half.
Meanwhile, outside one of the smaller labs, Nighthawk was just finished with setting the timer on one of his specially designed grenades. This little baby could be called the " Mini Ice Age Maker". Everything within the blast radius would be frozen by the high powered nitogen gas compounded with a liquid based spreader. All of the bacteria samples that had been either weaponized or was going to be weaponized would be put of ice, a perfect gift for the clean up teams once they were done here. Nighthawk sent the grenade flying and got ready for the satisfying boom that followed. When the dust had settled, Nighthawk eyed his work. The entire sub lab was like a frozen wonder land.
" One down" Thought Nighthawk as took off towards the two remaining labs. Ten minutes later, these two were also put on ice. Now Nighthawk had the task of taking out the mainlab.
In the now disabled control room, Mojave had just taken out two of the guards that had crossed his path, each receiving a third eye from the expert marksman. He now made his way over to the central computer and pulled out a special rebooter, which would give the computer back some of it's power, enough for him to extract the data he needed onto a few zip disks before he torched the entire place. The entire process would take a good twenty minutes where it would have taken three hours. He'd have to take Mikaila out to dinner after this. Now came the hard part, waiting and being ready to shoot, all in the relative dark. Thank God for nightvision, Mojave took a seat in the leather chair and went so far as to cross his legs as he kept one eye of the data download and the other on the door.
Things were going smoothly until a sound filled the comm-link.
" BANG BANG BANG" and the world stopped.
" Ghost? Nighthawk?" Asked Mojave into his comm-link
" Mojave? You alright?" Came the urgent voice of Nighthawk, much to the relief of Mojave, until he didn't get asecond answer.
" I'm ok,What about Ghost?" Asked Mojave urgently.
From where he stood, Nighthawk pressed a seperate button in his ear piece and spoke.
" Ghost? Ghostdo you here me, are you alright?" He asked, though in the pit of his stomach, he felt thebeginnings of cold fear as all he recievedwas static.
Then out of nowhere, a metallic " shing" passed through the link before an unearthly scream of shear agony followed.
" AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!"
Then a steady stream of curses in Russian was heard along with a slightly heavy breathing.
" Mojave, Nighthawk. Finish what you're doing and then raise Steele, tell him to getthe medics down here. Our friend Nikolai here's gonna need his arm reattached." Came a unbelievibly calm voice. Ghost.
" Ghost, man are you okay?" Asked Mojave as he finished loading the Zip disks and putting them in his pocket.
" I'll be great once we get out of here." Came thecurt reply.
From where he stood, looming over a bleeding Nikolai Yurich, Ghost was usingevery ounce of consentration he had to focus his mind on something other than the emmense amount of pain he was in.
Could he be blamed? He'd just taken three roundsto the chest, one of which was directed straight to his heart. Without the modified kevlarvest, he'd have died three times over.