Here is the next one. Enjoy!
Kingpin: Part III
"Soap, are you getting this?" Price asked as he watched the scene from his sniper scope.
MacTavish was doing the same thing. "Clearly," he replies "we'd better tell Shepard about this..."
Makarov was there, conversing with what must be their target, Jorge Reyes. Aside from Reyes' own thugs, Makarov's own psychos-for-hire were reinforcing the area; clearly making things a wee bit more difficult for Ghost and the team. They were all armed to the teeth; from Kalashnikovs to M4's to a variety of shotguns. Soap and Price were at a far-off distance away, in a Brazilian watchtower. The younger of the two was relaying the message to Gen. Shepard, who was in an ever farther distance away; he was on a U.S. Navy guided missile destroyer off the coast of Brazil.
"Ghost," Price said through the comms "you'd have to wait until Makarov's men start dozing off. I see they're already a bit tired, now."
"Solid copy, Captain Price." an unmasked Ghost replied silently.
Ghost motioned the team to follow him to where Makarov and Reyes are. Since they took on the forms of Ultranationalists, they were expected to be close by the man they've tried to apprehend before; guarding him from threats. Fortunately, Reyes spoke Russian, and thus had no problem interacting with the terrorist.
"Ah, Borodin!" Makarov greeted.
Ghost had to get his act together now. "Y-yes, comrade?" he answered in Russian.
"I'm sure you know of our associate, Reyes?"
The disguised Brit looked at the man. He was a bearded, greying-haired and middle-aged man with a cigar clamped firmly in his mouth. "Borodin" shook his hand, making the man flash a welcoming smile.
"Nice to meet you, uh-"
"Borodin, Alexei Borodin." Ghost lied as he took out a cigarette and let Reyes light it.
Then, Makarov spoke up. "Borodin, I'm sure you know that Reyes and I are going to have a talk regarding our...business deals. I want you and your men to stand guard and make sure that nothing will ruin it" "Borodin" nodded.
"Come on, Mr. Kaffarov." Ghost suddenly remembered Makarov's alias when Reyes said it. "I'm sure we're going to discuss some interesting prospects..."
Ghost and the gang followed their two targets until "Kaffarov" told them to stay put in Reyes' waiting room just outside the conference area. If it could be called that, that is. As the three sat on the couches, Makarov's closer allies; the same ones who would accompany him in the airport massacre; eyed them curiously. As if they've been acting a bit weird lately. When everyone went inside, the oaken doors shut tight; leaving Ghost, Roach and Meat waiting on the couches.
Hours passed, and now Meat is sleeping on the soft, velvety goodness underneath him. Ghost was busy planning his next move when this extraordinarily beautiful maid of Reyes' came by. After seeing her, Ghost immediately thought up of a brilliant plan.
"Would you like some water, sir?" the maid asked.
"Umm...y-yes. Yes! Please."
The maid had a solemn look about her as she poured the undercover Brit's drink. What happened? Did Reyes rape her? What has she lost? All these thoughts were in Ghost's head. Before he knew it, the maid went back to the kitchen to get some more drinks. Ghost downed the glass and went up to Roach, who was busy examining an old painting.
"Plannin' on buying it, mate?" Ghost whispered.
"Huh?"
"Nevermind that. I want you do somethin' for me."
Roach turned to his superior with a quizzical expression. "What is it, sir?" he asked.
Ghost pointed to the woman who had just came back. Roach's eyes widened and his pulse started running fast; pretty soon, he's as red as a tomato and sweating like a pedo in a schoolyard.
"We need to cut the power so we can finish this mission." Ghost said "Roach, I want you to ask her where the power is..."
"B-but..."
Ghost looked his friend in the eye and said "Come on, Roach! All the girls in the Royal Navy are lusting after you!" He then pointed to the maid and asked "Would THIS be any different?"
Roach, previously blushing like a schoolboy with a crush, put himself together and started to act in the manner that got a lot of the single females (and males) of Her Majesty's Armed Forces pining for him. With a determined look on his face and a stolen rose from Reyes' flower vase, he made his way to the beleaguered woman. All the while being watched by his smirking friend.
"Come meet me at the backyard." Ghost said.
Then, Ghost turned his attention to Meat. The Afro-American was still sleeping on the couch; saliva dripping from his mouth. Ghost chuckled and tried to wake the masked man; he was careful not to draw any attention from any Ultranationalist still awake, which was to say, EVERY SINGLE GOON MAKAROV BROUGHT WITH HIM. When thirteen thumps on the shoulder didn't do, Ghost silently took Meat's phone out in the open and set the mp3 player he's currently listening to sound effects of vuvuzelas Meat used to troll Roach & Royce in the past.
*BUUUZZZZZ*
"WHADDAFU-"
"Shh!" Ghost whispered with his right hand on Meat's mouth.
Meat looked around and saw two or three thugs staring at him confusedly.
"Ghost! What the hell?"
"Get up, it's already midnight." Ghost ordered "Roach is...ahem, "asking" where the power is. I want you to go down and get our weapons."
"Nnh! Alright..." Meat groaned.
He heaved himself out of bed, grabbed the SUV's keys, and went downstairs to the SUV. The Ultranationalists and Reyes' private army were drinking to their heart's content near some structures to the right of the villa. Lucky for Meat, it was already midnight and moonless. In layman's terms? You couldn't see shit. He went up to the trunk of the vehicle, unlocked it, grabbed their hidden weaponry, stuffed them in a sack, and promptly left.
Meanwhile, 800m away...
"Ghost, are you still there?" asked a drowsy Price.
MacTavish was looking at his EBR like it's the most interesting thing in the world. "He's probably asleep, sir." he stated.
"Hmm," Price sounded as he took another sip from his umpteenth coffee mug. MacTavish swore that Price just robbed the Brazilian Armed Forces of all of it's stocks of coffee; I mean, look at all the 20-kilo sacks sprawled all over the watchtower! There must be nineteen to thirty of them...
Major Silva wasn't faring any better; several of his men started to sneeze and cough and wheeze. They were so bored right now. Some started acting all loony due to lack of sleep, saying that chupacabras are taking over Rio de Janeiro; some started playing Black Ops: Declassified on their PS Vitas; hell, some even started humming the Godfather and Metal Gear Solid themes in close succession.
"Quiet, men!" Silva ordered when it all got too loud.
He was playing Solitaire.
Roach came to the place Ghost told him to go to. There, by the pool, were Ghost and Meat. In between the two is a table with a sack on top. A sack that has what they need to finish this: a Hybrid Sight-equipped ACR; an M4A1 with an ACOG sight; an HK 416; and a whole lot of C4.
"How did it go?" Ghost asked him.
Roach beamed "Great!" he replied "She really loved it."
"Did she tell you anything?" Ghost asked again.
"That Reyes is a pedophile; that she's 18 years old; that-"
Ghost cut him off "-the location of the transformer is?"
Roach paused for a moment. He tried to gather all the things the maid had said regarding the mansion's power source. Ghost and Meat glanced to their surroundings, trying to see if anyone's listening; fortunately, no one was. That was when Roach remembered.
"Ah, yes! It's right behind where Meat is standing."
Both of his comrades' eyes widened when they heard this. They haven't seen anything behind them until Roach told them. Both men were now looking for the transformer like a 6th grader was looking for his lost pencil. Roach sat down on one of the chairs, took a peek inside the sack, and told his teammates "Did you check under the flowerbed?"
Ghost and Meat glared at Roach. "Really, now?" they both questioned. Roach nodded in affirmation, saying "If we don't have any shovels, the maid told me there are a couple lying inside the shed to our left." Meat sighed, "I'll go get it!" he snapped. He stomped his way to the shed, mumbling something about "not telling us any sooner" and "why does he have all the fun?". Twelve minutes later, Meat came back to where the two are. He found Roach still sitting in his chair, remembering what happened a few dozen minutes prior while Ghost was pacing as he was looking at his watch.
"Come on, we're running out of time! The meeting's about to end soon, and we haven't even done a single thing!" Ghost said.
Meat gave one trowel to the Lieutenant and began to dig up the transformer.
"Why does this guy even bury his transformer?" Meat complained.
"I dunno," replied Ghost "he must've known that someone trying to raid his house'll have to go cut the power first..."
"Just like what we're trying to do now?" Roach interjected.
"Roach, go make yourself useful and see if anyone's watching us." Ghost ordered.
"Will do."
1:56 A.M.
Ghost handed Roach his M4A1 and proceeded to ready his own ACR. The Sergeant studied the weapon for a bit, before loading it with a magazine full of incendiary rounds. Meat, who had just finished his work, was now staring at the opened transformer. As his friends got into their breaching positions, Meat slowly cut every wire with his butterfly knife. "Clear!" he signalled through the comm device. The mansion promptly went dark. Ghost signalled Roach to breach the door.
"3...2...1...GO!"
With a hard, loud kick, Roach knocked the door open. Ghost tossed a flashbang inside and stood back. Before that one moment, they both activated their night vision goggles.
*BOOM*
They swiftly entered the room and shot everyone inside. Flashes of light from the 141's weapons lighted the dark room, where papers and money and blood all got tossed around like vegetables in a Caesar salad as 5.56mm bullets bounced off the wooden table and lodged themselves into the walls behind them. All Ghost could hear were the screams of death coming from the mouths of the Ultranationalists.
Before one could finish saying "Gesundheit", Ghost and Roach were already done. The room looked pretty torn up; the paintings were filled with holes, some parts of the table were chipped off, and since the wall was yellow, it could be considered the spitting image of SpongeBob. They slowly entered the room, where dead bodies, shell casings and blood abounded. Ghost ordered Roach to find any signs of Reyes or Makarov. But, there's one problem...
"Lieutenant, I don't see him!"
"What?" Ghost asked "That's impossible! No one could've survived that!"
Just then, two men came out of the nearby washroom with surprised expressions plastered on their faces. Ghost and Roach turned around; there they were, Reyes and Makarov, apparently taking a piss when Meat cut the power. "What the hell?" Makarov exclaimed "Borodin? YOU DID THIS?"
"Roach, weapons free!"
Reyes pulled out his .38 caliber Model 10 while Makarov pulled out his .357 Desert Eagle and opened fire at their assailants. Ghost and Roach scurried off to the nearest pieces of cover, trying to avoid the two madmen's bullets. Fortunately, nothing hit the two. Reyes and Makarov rushed to get out of the conference area, firing as they go. Roach immediately followed them, with Ghost right behind.
As Ghost was giving chase, he contacted Meat to check up on him. Bullets whizzed past him and Roach, but he couldn't care any less.
After all, being part of the 141 meant you're going to be doing this a lot.
Meat took cover behind one of the massive plant pots Reyes had in his mansion's garden/pool area; his 416 was in hand when a contingent of about ten men armed with automatic weapons came in, and now he's being pelted with 7.62mm bullets. Meat leaned on another side and fired off a couple of rounds. No effect...yet. He took shelter behind another flower pot, taking out a flashbang and tossing it into the middle of the killzone.
*BANG*
Seven of the ten men were blinded by the grenade. They couldn't help it; they were now gripping their heads in pain as the blinding light took over their eyes. Meat seized the moment and finished off the men with a number of shots fired in rapid succession. Meat didn't trust fully automatic when something like this happens.
"Meat, are you still alive?" he heard through the comms.
Meat entered Reyes' garage and took cover behind one of the support beams. "Yes, sir!" Meat replied as he came under fire from the semi-drunk men who, hours earlier, were singing "My way" as they played karaoke. Meat popped off two of the Ultranationalist's heads before shooting five Brazilians in the torso, before leaping away behind some ammunition crates once he saw that someone threw a grenade at his position.
"Meat," Ghost continued "Roach and I are in pursuit of Reyes and Makarov. Try to disable any vehicles you see!"
Meat winced; Ghost was practically yelling at the mike. "Solid copy!" he replied. He took a peek to see what's going on now and saw someone with an RPG aiming specifically at the ammo crate. The American could only mutter a silent profanity when...
*PSH!* The man's brains were now floor decor.
"D'you think we'd let you go on by yourselves, eh?" Price asked, picking off the other men as he did so.
"Go on, mate!" said MacTavish "We'll see you three on the far side!"
Meat got up and ran outside. That was then he saw Makarov get inside an SUV as he came under heavy fire. Reyes got in a pickup truck with himself at the helm. To Meat's right was Ghost, plucking off targets one by one as though they posed no threat. Meat levelled his rifle and shot at every remaining target he could see, with Price and MacTavish taking care of the rest.
"Meat, let's go! They're getting away!" Ghost yelled.
"Where's Roach?" Meat hurriedly asked.
Both men got into the nearest (intact) vehicle they could get their hands on. "I dunno," Ghost answered "he's probably buggered off somewhere...wait a minute." Ghost glanced at the rear-view mirror and saw Roach, taking a girl by the arms. Ghost gaped, "Bloody hell..." he muttered.
"Hey, guys! I hope you don't mind me taking Cristina with me!"
"Roach, this is a MILITARY OPERATION, and you've just dragged a civilian into this mess!" Ghost scolded out loud.
"We're already fucked up as it is..." Meat interjected. He found they keys inside the glove compartment, took it out, and shoved it into the slot so that the pickup could get them out of here.
The used-to-be maid glanced at Roach in curiosity as the man gave Ghost back his signature mask. "Don't worry, Lieutenant." Roach said back "Once this is all over, we'll drop Cristina home. She doesn't live too far from here."
Ghost put his mask back on and told him:
"I hope so, you fucking Casanova..."
Damn it, I'm REALLY sorry if I made any of them OOC. The next chapter will be where Archer & Toad make their appearances, and it'll also be where Major Silva and his crew kick Ultranationalist ass. Stay tuned!