Argh! So busy! I cannot wait for this Winter break. All of this homework is so tedious. Also, keep an eye on my Tumblr or Deviant account, I'll be trying to post up some more art if any of you are interested :3 Especially since I'm not always in the mood to write and would rather draw (I need a lot of practice). But again, thanks for waiting. I REALLY need to just speed this damn thing along. There's still so much to include. So...LET'S DO THIS

Chapter 20 - Tulum Copper Mine - Part 1

The next day came, and all of the members were mentally and spatially aware. Between several Talon and Darkhorse members, Araceli Rodriguez hadn't gone a single second without a protective, watchful eye on her. Many people worried she'd do something drastic, but when she was given the news of being able to take refuge with her aunt, the tension around her aura had lightened up. She had finally began to eat and take the initiative to leave the tent more often.

During the late morning, Rico and Shorty walked through the camp and chatted over topics that had occurred over the last several days. They kept their voices contained within their immediate proximity and conversed with calm mannerisms. Walking into the tent designated for the women, they both stopped in their tracks at the sight of Araceli sitting alone on one of the beds. She played with her scratched up hands and tied string together. Both women thought it was odd no one had accompanied her inside, especially since she had been sleeping in the medical tent during the night.

"Araceli," Shorty spoke, "Qué pasa? Cómo te sientes? (What's up? How are you feeling?)"

The girl flinched and looked up with her lips parted. She had a wide-eyed expression but seemed to calm down once she saw who it was. She pursed her lips and simply nodded.

Shorty kept her eye on her and she tilted her chin to whisper something to Rico. "Come on."

They then walked further into the tent, Shorty promptly taking a seat nearby and Rico bringing herself towards her belongings; Gretel appeared shortly behind. Araceli's dark eyes stayed locked onto Shorty who was now sitting a short distance away.

"Le estamos llegando a casa hoy. (We're getting you home today)." Shorty said with a soft voice. Su tía se cuidan muy bien de usted. (Your aunt will take good care of you.)"

The girl nodded again and brought her knees up to her chest. Shorty straightened her posture before she began to rise up from the bed.

"Espere. (Wait.)" She suddenly said meekly.

Both Rico and Shorty peered over at her with curious and concerned expressions.

She sighed quietly and stared off towards the ground before looking back up. "(I'm scared.)" She swallowed hard before continuing. "(I'm scared of those men getting me again.)"

Shorty's brow flattened. "Quien?"

"(The ones a few nights ago.)"

Shorty was quick to shake her head. "(They won't get you again. You're safe now. Your aunt is thrilled with the news of your return.)"

The girl blinked as her eyes suddenly became glassy and distant. "(I'm scared of those men because of the man they know. The man with the tattoos and the scar.)"

"(What man?)"

She slowly brought her hand up and touched the left side of her neck near her ear before running it down her skin and to the collarbone. "(He has a scar on his neck. Snake and cross tattoos up his arms, and three tears by his left eye.)"

Shorty leaned in further as Rico brought herself in and placed her hands on her hips. The girl's breathing was getting short and scarce as she opened her mouth up to speak again.

"(He was evil. He made me watch...watch what they did to Sonia.)" She was whispering as her glassy eyes began to tear up. "Él era el diablo...Él era el diablo...el diablo..." She began to trail off and mutter.

Shorty placed a reassuring hand on the girl before rising up from the bed and sending Rico a serious stare. "Let's go find Samson."

Rico nodded in agreement.

Once the women exited the tent, they found one of the women who was there with the other Talon members and sent her in to keep watch over the girl. Scanning the area with alert eyes, they finally spotted Samson sitting at a fold out table. He had an elbow resting against its surface as he gestured towards Trevor.

"Samson. Araceli talked. She told us some details about one of the men she saw." Shorty stated the moment she was within a comfortable distance.

The man with the dark hair and green eyes peered up towards the women with a furrowing brow. Trevor shot them an intrigued glance.

"She did? What did she say?" Samson inquired.

Rico motioned her hand towards the tent they had just exited from moments before. "One of the men she described apparently had tattoos and a distinct scar from his left ear down to his collarbone. Sleeves of snake and cross tattoos on his arms, and three teardrops by his left eye."

Samson quickly looked at Trevor with quizzical eyes. "Sound familiar? Any of those two men from the night before have anything like that?"

Trevor shook his head while leaning into the table. "Nothing from what I could see. But it was also pretty dark."

"Hm," Samson trailed off before he rose abruptly from his chair. "We need to take note. I'll go inform Price and Camilla. Anything else?"

Shorty sighed and crossed her arms. "Also mentioned how he made her watch what they did to another girl."

"Sonia." Rico added in.

"Yeah, said the girl's name was 'Sonia'. Think you all can find any missing persons reports?" Shorty asked with flattened eyebrow.

"I'll see what I can find. Without a last name, though, we may just hit a dead end, but it's something." Samson nodded his head towards them as he began to show signs of moving out. "Well done, ladies."

He moved past them and placed his hands into his pockets before disappearing past a temporary barricade. Once he was out of sight, the three soldiers all looked at each other with pondering eyes.

Trevor bit the inside of his cheek and sat back with his arms intertwined before his chest. "Well, that guy sounds like quite the character. Wonder what other fucked up shit he's doing."

"Whatever it is, it earned him the title of being 'the devil' from the young girl in there." Shorty commented.

"Huh, well, let's hope we can find something worthwhile tonight. I'm starting to get tired of all of these warehouse breaches." He replied as he straightened from his chair and stretched. "Word around here is that there's a whole other distributor involved now. Hernandez. Two brothers. Based on what Echo gave us, they're quite the businessmen."

"Great. Just what we need. More fuckers involved in the mix." Rico shook her head as she looked off towards the distant hills. "I guess that's just part of their trade."

"They have to work in a pack to appear more powerful and intimidating. And usually it's not an act; it typically is the real deal, meaning shit's got a whole-lot-deeper." Trevor responded with a raspy voice.

"Price was saying he just wanted to focus on Vasquez first, but it seems this 'Hernandez' is beginning to pop up all over the place." Shorty stated with glistening brown eyes.

"Probably has to do with the fact we're in Mexico and on their turf. I give us two weeks before we have to pass this off to the U.N." Rico chimed in before continuing with a sigh. "I'm going to go shoot some targets. It's an eventful night for us, and I need to warm-up."

She moved away immediately after with an air of focus swarming around her. Trevor and Shorty watched her leave before they sent each other expressions of concern over the deepening of events.

The night sky was an eerie mix of dark purples and ultramarine-blues. With few clouds in the sky, the waning moon cast a bright ray of twilight onto the landscape; spraying shadows across the ground.

A medium-sized box-truck bumped along as it drove across the uneven earth. The Darkhorse members inside sat quietly on top of built-in seating, which had been mounted against the metal interior. Shawn picked at his nails as he chewed silently on a piece of gum. Trevor next to him stared with blank, uninterested metal-blue eyes. Samson checked his watch while Price sat motionless with his face hidden by the brim of his hat.

Everyone wore a hat of sorts to conceal their faces; on occasion their eyes would glisten from within the shadows. Gretel's ears remained perked up while she rested near Rico's boots. Soap leaned forward to tighten his boot right before a fist beat against the front of the truck bed near the cab. The group peered up towards the noise.

"ETA 5 minutes." A voice emitted from the other side of the sheet metal.

On cue, the soldiers perked up and checked their gear and radios. Samson pointed in Rico's direction.

"Listen up, hon. We're dropping you and Gretel off first. It's the same spot you came across during your recon earlier." He spoke softly.

She nodded at him. "Copy that."

Moments later, the truck began to slow. Samson gestured his head towards her as she rose up, swinging her suppressed APR over her back, and looked off towards the rear of the bed.

When the truck came to a stop and the back door opened, Soap looked up at her. "Good luck, lass."

She met his eyes and flashed a hidden smirk. "Thanks."

Gretel bounded after Rico as they exited the back. The Talon member closed the door behind her and returned to the cab before the truck resumed with its course. Rico stood momentarily to look around at her surroundings before she jogged to the top of an incline. The breeze began to pick-up and comb through the grass and leaves on the trees. Off to her south was the tops of the ancient Mayan ruins; lit up by distant man-made lighting and the ambience of the moon. To her east was the faraway shimmering of the Gulf, and the secluded mine lay off to her north and came into sight as she reached the peak of the hill.

"Radio check." She spoke softly into the radio around her neck.

A brief silence followed before Samson's voice sounded. "We read you."

"Copy that." She removed her hand from the radio piece and looked towards the ground with sharp eyes.

She set up her gear as she watched the truck disappear out of sight. Gretel stood with her ears straight-up and a watchful eye on Rico's 6. Getting situated, she kneeled and brought a pair of Night Owl binoculars up to her eyes to look out over the dips and grooves of the land. The very little movement and chilly air made the hairs on her neck rise.

Eventually, she spotted the truck again as it pulled up behind the obscurity of a hill that hugged near the mine. She narrowed her eyes into the lenses of the binoculars and watched as the Darkhorse team members began to file out of the back of the truck. Their face masks were pulled over their mouths and their dot-sights glistened from afar. The five soldiers kneeled in formation and waited for the truck to disappear off the road before they all rose and crept along.

Moving with a subtly quickened pace, they slinked past the hill and began to sneak up the side of the main road which headed for the mouth of the loading deck, using the neighboring trees as cover. Large industrial, spotlight lighting glared down at the concrete perimeter and the ground within the proximity of the plant. The five men disappeared from sight, signalling for Rico to lower the binoculars and bring her eye to her APR's scope after going prone.

After a short wait, a voice returned into her ear.

"Weiss. We're nearing the southwestern watchtower. Check our surroundings." Price's hoarse voice emitted.

She rolled the scope sights over the terrain and spotted zero movement.

"No movement on the ground." She replied as she brought her crosshairs up to the windows of the watch tower. Adjusting the zoom, she narrowed in on the interior of the tower. The scope focused and the image cleared as she noticed two men within its confines. One man gestured from his position in a chair and the other leaned his weight against the window.

"What's the status on the tower?" Price inquired.

"Two tangos." She answered quietly.

"We're heading up. Do you have a visual on us?" Samson asked with his usual calm tone.

She panned the scope downward until she spotted the backs of the five men. "Affirmative."

"Good. You have clearance to take them out." He was quick to reply.

"Copy that." She held her breath and slowly eased the crosshair over the standing man's head. Bringing her finger to the trigger, she took the shot. There was a brief stillness before his neck busted upon in a bloody fury. He was quick to drop as the man in the chair rose swiftly in panic. His death was soon to follow as his shoulder ligaments tore open before another bullet was sent flying into his face. She waited momentarily to confirm their demise.

"Clear." She spoke into the radio.

Samson nodded from his position. "Copy that."

She watched the five men gradually disappear out of sight.

Price led Soap and Trevor up a set of metal exterior stairs; their feet landed with a quiet, metallic sound as they scaled the steps. Samson and Shawn stayed near the bottom to keep guard as they returned to their knee to watch the space around them.

The old man jarred open the door once they reached the top and he slowly crept inside. Soap was soon to follow with Trevor watching their flanks. Verifying their safety, they went to work. Price's eyes glimmered and flashed in their direction.

"Soap. Override their surveillance and security and shut it down. Trevor. Start extracting the files." Immediately, Soap and Trevor went to work as Price went over for the fallen men to search them for anything of value. Discovering a swipe card, he picked it up to place within a pocket of his vest.

Finalizing their work and efforts, the three men were quick to move out of the tower and pace in a single-file line down the metal steps. Once they came into sight, Shawn and Samson rose from their position to follow their lead.

"Moving forward. Hug the walls. You have clearance to shoot anyone who sees us or stands in our path." Price spoke with a low voice. "Rico. Keep your eyes peeled for us. Report any movement."

"Roger." She replied over the radio.

Price motioned for the men to follow as they returned to their formation and kept to the perimeter wall.

His voice emitted again with a scratchy tone. "Head north for the elevator shaft. It's about half a klick from our current position."

The men lowered themselves and kept their sizes appearing as miniscule as possible. Trevor and Samson were now near the end, watching their six and acting as a last-minute filter for any potential compromises. The spots of land and infrastructures that were flooded with the glow of the large industrial lighting were also surrounded by a profoundly dark sea of shadows, which acted as a canopy for the soldiers.

Rico chewed on her lip as she watched them from her spot on a neighboring hill, with Gretel half-laying on her legs to keep her guarded. Suddenly, she spotted foreign movement a few ways before the five men. A guy gesticulated with annoyance at the two men behind him having a smoke break and watching him load up a cart. She ran her crosshair over the men before speaking.

"You got three tangos coming up by that small box truck." Her finger sat gently against the trigger. "Course of action?"

The five men froze and placed their backs up against the wall.

"Do you have a full visual?" Samson asked.

"Affirmative. Two are smoking, the other one is hunched over loading up some mining gear. You're approximately 12 meters away from their location." She answered softly.

"Copy that. Let us narrow-in before you take any shots." Samson replied.

"Got it."

Price motioned for Soap and Shawn to follow his movements, while Trevor and Samson let them create some distance before following shortly after. Reaching the back of the box truck, they paused momentarily as Price's back found the rear door before carefully peering around the side. Just as Rico said, the three men appeared preoccupied with their task. Motioning his left hand forward, Price waited for Soap and Shawn to snake past the back of the truck and into the next set of shadows. They were quick to kneel and wait for an order.

The old man nodded at Soap.

"Rico." Soap said quietly into the radio. "Take out the one loading up the gear. Shawn, get the one on the right with the hat."

"Roger that." She replied as Shawn nodded.

"On 3." Soap began a steady and muted countdown. Once he reached one, all three men were quick to fall over. Blood slowly began to seep from the bullet holes that now covered their necks, faces, and chests.

"Clear." Soap stated, causing everyone to rise up and move forward. "How's the courtyard look, Rico?"

Rico was quick to move her crosshairs over the center of the facility. "You're all set. No tangos in my line-of-sight."

Before moving out, they hid the bodies within the darkness and behind some mining carts. The soldiers returned to their formation and eased their way for the distant mine-shaft elevator. Keeping a keen eye on their surroundings, it wasn't long until they reached the structure of the elevator. It was a massive contraption, with thick metal paneling and railing which constructed a sturdy framework around the base of the device.

They all filed onto the the elevator and waited for Price to swipe his keycard to activate the buttons.

"Rico. Keep us updated on the exterior of the facility. Connection may be scratchy once we descend. So keep your volume up and your signal clear." Price commented flatly before swiping the card. "And if we're not out in twenty minutes, call in Talon." She was quick with an 'affirmative' as the elevator emitted a mechanical noise and began to shake before steadying itself and lowering downward.

Price looked at all of the men. "This first level we're passing up. It's where they bring the minerals up from the lower levels to be loaded up and brought to the surface. Take immediate aim once those doors open at the second level."

Eventually their heads disappeared from sight, signalling Rico to bring herself up from her scope to keep watch over the terrain with her night-vision binoculars.

The elevator descended steadily as it brought them past the first basement level. The pulley system creaked along until it brought them to the second level. There was a moment of silence until the metal door clanged and slide open like an accordion.

Immediately, a man sitting in a chair perked up and stared at them wide-eyed. He took several shots to the body as all men who spotted him rose their suppressed M4A1s up to shoot him dead. Soap and Price led the men out, each checking both sides of the door before pressing on.

"Rico. Do you copy?" Samson asked quietly over the radio.

On Rico's end, she heard her radio buzz and scratched out inaudible words. She turned the speaker on to talk into it. "I didn't get that. Can you repeat?"

"We're...floor...copy?"

She narrowed her eyes and shook her head. "Samson? I can't get a clear signal."

He adjusted his dial and tried again. "We've reached the second floor. Do you copy?"

Finally, she caught the majority of the message. "Yes, I copy."

"How's the outside look?"

"Zero activity."

"Good. Over." Samson replied as he spotted some distant shadows from around a corner which blocked off a naturally warm light source.

Price threw a fist up, causing everyone to freeze and wait. Gesturing for two men to take point, Trevor and Samson moved forward to converge onto the threat. Peeping around the corner, Samson spotted two more men; both standing around a metal barrel with a small flame dancing upward. Samson rose two fingers up and motioned for Trevor to step out and take off a shot. Once in formation, both men rounded the rock corner and shot off several silenced shots, causing the two tangos to slump to the ground.

Immediately, Samson motioned for everyone to move-out. His alert eyes scanned the area and walls as he opened his mouth to speak. "Based upon the blueprints, the storage bay should be at the end of this hall. Stay sharp."

Finally reaching the end without running into more hostile targets, they came up to a large metal door, with a vault-like turning handle. Samson's hands found the knobs that extended from the center and waited for the men behind him to stack-up and take aim. Price nodded and gave him the go. He began to turn the vault-handle as it gave and released its strength and rotated with ease. Once the door eased forward, Samson gave it a hard shove and placed his back against a wooden column, that clung to the rock wall, to let the other four men pass him up and clear the room.

No one was present in the room, only a few mining carts full of copper ore and some heavy stones. The men all lowered their guns and peered around the area for any signs of shipping containers.

Nothing.

The men pulled down their face masks to breathe out and stare with confused expressions.

Soap turned to look at Price. "Did Echo fuck up?"

Price's eye scrolled the room before he steadily shook his head. "No. We were just late."

"Maybe it's being kept somewhere else." Shawn stated with glimmering green eyes.

"Hm." Price looked off towards the door they had just came through.

"It's possible." Samson replied.

Price turned to look back at Soap, Shawn, and Trevor. "You three. Head back down from where we came and send Weiss a call by the elevator. You'll have an easier time reaching her from there."

"Copy that, sir." Soap replied. "What will you have us do?"

"Get her to head down to that watchtower to access their cameras. We need a visual on the other tunnels and rooms of this mine."

Soap nodded and pulled his face-mask up before leading Shawn and Trevor out the way they came. Samson stared at Price from his position near a dangling lightbulb.

"Think it's safe to send her down there alone?" He asked the old man with mild concern.

"She'll be fine. She's stationed less than a klick from the mine."

Samson could only stare back.

Out in the tunnel, Soap, Shawn, and Trevor all moved along with a quickened pace. Once they reached the elevator, Soap sent out a call to Rico.

She lowered her binoculars at the sound of the radio buzzing again. This time the voice was different but she still couldn't make it out.

"Come again." She said back.

"Rico. Head down to the watchtower." Soap said.

She lowered her brow in thought at his reply. "I'm sorry. Did you say to head down to the watchtower?"

"Aye."

"Alright." She rose from her position and threw the binoculars over her head and around her neck. "Should I call in Talon?"

"No. There weren't any drugs or shipping containers in the department Echo said they would be housed in. We need your eyes on the tunnels for us. Get those cameras back on, keep them from retrieving any digital film, and tell us what you see. Over."

"Copy that." She placed her APR over her shoulder and patted her leg towards Gretel. "Let's go, girl."

The two of them slid down the hill and made their way for the copper mine.

Once she reached the perimeter, she took out a suppressed M9 and held it at her side as she found the concrete wall. Gretel stayed close with her tongue out and senses alert. Peering from around the wall and out into the courtyard, she noticed the coast was clear and headed for the exterior staircase to the watchtower. She climbed her way to the top, made it inside and began to boot everything up again.

After a short wait, the screen warmed up and began to display a set of different images of the mines. Looking from screen to screen, she finally spotted the five men all gathered by the elevator. She got onto the radio again.

"I'm in the tower. What is it you need to me look for?" She inquired with her back facing the door.

Her staticy voice sounded in their ears as Price brought up his radio to reply. "Look through the different rooms and tunnels and inform us of any sort of containers. Ignore the mining carts."

She nodded and began to scroll through the still live feeds. Her eyes narrowed with concentration as she scanned the images. Starting with the first floor and moving down, all rooms and tunnels appeared mostly vacant and proving to contain nothing of significance. She finally spotted all five men reunited at the second level elevator; all standing and waiting patiently for her feedback.

Once she got to the final and third level before the mine turned into nothing but endlessly dark tunnels, things started to look different. She noticed a few men packaging up large wooden crates with commercial plastic wrap. Bringing the radio up, she spoke to the five Darkhorse members.

"I got something." At the sound of her voice, they all glanced up with intrigue. "There's four men packing up some large containers on the floor below you all. It seems as if they might be off in a different corridor and away from the elevator shaft. So if you all head down there, and break into the open, you should be free of a threat. That is until you advance further on."

Samson nodded. "Copy that. Stay in that tower, Rico. We will need your updates, but our connection is going to be breaking up severely. So send us messages through our radios as well as our phones. Got it?"

"I got it."

The team peered at each other before Price swiped the keycard at the elevator. The doors slid open and the five men stacked up inside and waited for the elevator to descend to the third level. It creaked and emitted a loud mechanical sound as it neared the next floor. Coming to a halting stop, the doors slinked to the side and permitted them leave.

Stepping out in an organized manner, the men began their trek. Rico watched them on the screens closely as they passed up one camera after another.

"Alright, you all are nearing a fork in the road." She spoke over the radio as she typed up the message to send.

The men could barely make out her words as the only thing audible was 'fork'. Suddenly, their pockets vibrated in near unison; Price was quick to remove his phone to glance at the message.

"Got a two way path coming up, gentlemen. Get ready to split up." The old man stated quietly.

Typing up a new message, Rico spoke to them again. "The tunnel on the left appears to lead down a wider set of tunnels. Near the end there is the open room those four men I mentioned earlier are. The tunnel to the right is a narrower one. It'll take a sharp turn onto a catwalk."

Reading the messages and hearing what little words they received, they all began to make a plan.

"Here's what we'll do. Soap, you and Trevor take the tunnel to the right. Samson, Shawn, you two come with me down to the left tunnel. We'll clear that room and regroup later. Copy that?" Price ordered with a stern face, which was cast with profound shadows that revealed all of the etches and grooves in his aging face.

The men nodded at the old man.

"Good. Stay frosty."

With that, they all reached the split-off soon after as they broke up into two separate groups.

When Price, Samson, and Shawn disappeared out of sight, Soap gestured his gun off down the right, narrower passage.

"You take the lead." He spoke deeply.

"Copy that." Trevor replied as he passed up Soap with a raised gun.

Rico watched the now split up team carefully. The set of cameras down Soap and Trevor's path were placed in awkward corners which revealed very little. The other pathway, which the other three men took, provided much better visibility; the only threat she spotted were the four men at the very end. She returned to typing up another message.

"Soap, Trevor. Once you make that turn that leads to the catwalk, there will be a long, skinny stretch. At the end there is-" She trailed off and stared blankly for a moment. Before returning to typing and speaking. "There's a man."

Trevor looked to Soap in mild confusion before replying. "A man? Just one man?"

She lowered her brows and stared intensely at the image on the screen. "Yes." Observing the man, she noticed he wore a mask of sorts, no shirt which revealed defined muscles, and breathed deeply with a heaving chest. She cocked her head slightly. "He's...he's pretty big. I have an odd angle on him, so it might just be perception, but compared to the door he's standing by, he's a big mother fucker."

"Copy that." Trevor replied before peering back to Soap with a furrowed expression. "Let's just shoot the fuck dead once we get around that corner."

Soap nodded. "Aye."

Rico looked to the controls out in front of her chest before zooming in slightly to the image. The large man seemed to be resting his massive hand atop the end of a hilt to a weapon of some kind. The image was pixelated and difficult to make-out. She bit her lip and zoomed out again upon realizing it was an ax with a single-bladed side and a heavy, blunt end.

"He's got an ax." She said to the two men.

"An ax?" Soap asked.

"Yes. An axe. He's wearing a mask too. No shirt, has some kind of utility belt thrown over his shoulder that runs across his chest. One on his waist as well."

"Copy that." Soap replied as they neared the corner Rico had mentioned moments before.

Like she said, there were a small set of metal steps that led up to a narrow catwalk, which was put in place to run over the tops of a pipeline. Some streams of steam emitted from the piping that clung to the right paused to make sure Soap was ready to make the turn. Soap simply nodded at him before Trevor gestured back.

Rounding around the turn, Trevor and Soap raised their guns and aimed down the hall. The steam obscured their line of sight, making it near impossible to see the end. They decided to creep forward as quietly as possible to make a break through the steam that hovered around their faces. As they took a few steps forward, the sound of deep breathing sounded and echoed from the opposite end.

Swallowing hard, Trevor stepped through the cloud of steam with Soap shortly behind. Almost immediately, the man at the end of the narrow hall came into sight. He was indeed a massive man; making someone Soap's size appear small. The sight of the man made their eyes widen. He was a pasty color, with broad chest and shoulders, black cargo pants, a hockey mask that only covered his mouth, and two belts running across his body which were littered in knives and a few hatchets. Instantly, the man raised up the large ax that was once by his side. On cue, Soap and Trevor took aim.

"No." He said with a throaty and scratchy voice. Suddenly, he bolted to his right and down a separate passage once Soap and Trevor fired off some suppressed shots. Their bullets wisped past him and pinged off the metal door that was once behind the gargantuan man.

"Fuck." Trevor cursed. "What the fuck was that."

"Follow him." Soap ordered.

Trevor flattened his brow and pushed forward with Soap close to his side keeping watch. Trevor had to shake his head. "That guy was like 6'7"."

Soap sniffed and narrowed his eyes in concentration. Once they reached the turn in the catwalk, they spun around the side with guns raised. The image of another long and narrow hallway appeared before them. Steam still shot from the pipes as the dim, spooky blue fluorescent lighting reflected off of the water particles.

"Damn it. Rico," Soap spoke into the radio. "Where the fuck did that guy go?"

Not being able to make out much, she took a guess at what Soap's words indicated. "There's another room at the end of the hall. It's an open room with some boxes stacked up all around. I-I didn't see where he went, the camera only shows a portion of the room."

Soap looked at Trevor with an annoyed expression as he only received static in return. He looked at his phone quickly to see if he had a message waiting for him.

Rico cussed at her phone as a notification came up on the screen indicating a failed message.

"Shit. Let's just go down there and kill that fucker. We have the guns" Trevor stated.

Soap nodded firmly as he brought his holographic sight up near his face and pushed forward.

Big mutha-fuckin' ax wielder.