Special shout out to "Sabere Commander," who is a great friend and companion, he tried helping with this fic, but due to our busy lives we had trouble getting it down, I'm still giving him an A for effort and encourage you to read his fics, which are amazing, especially if you are into supernatural, Dragon Ball Z and Rosario and vampires fics (Not sure if I wrote that last one down correctly.)

So sorry for long wait, had serious writer block, knew what I wanted to write but I couldn't get it down, at least not in the way I wanted. It's short and crude compared to my other stuff, but hopefully the next chapter will be longer and I won't have a problem writing it.

Dawn's Early Light

"Come on," Damon mutters to himself, "it's just like taking on that grizzly from the park."

Then again I had help from the wolves; he shakes off that last thought.

"How long do I stand here like a idiot?" The Ghost finally calls behind him at Price who is making slow progress on the hole in the wall.

"First off," grunts Price as he tears off another chuck of flimsy metal, "you'll look like an idiot no matter where you are standing."

Damon rolls his eyes, but keep them wide open for anything that will move within the tree line.

"Second of all," continues Price, "just stay still until something tries to eat you then kill it."

"Real comforting Price," Damon says, but falls silent when a scream pierces the air. It was feminine. He hopes that it isn't Ash.

He freezes when he sees movement. One of the bushes just moves.

"Price," Damon says, "I think I see-"

The tree bursts apart as something huge and shadowy leaps at them. Damon s frozen in ear as he watches the creature close in on him when something flies out of nowhere and strikes the creature in the chest. It gives a howl before it rolled over and died in front of the Ghost. Bewildered, Damon turns and sees Price next to an open hole and who had used the branch as a makeshift spear that was used against the tiger.

Damon is speechless before finally spluttering out, "What was that! What about me using this knife?!"

"Are you crazy?" Price asks calmly, "there was no way you could have killed that thing with a toothpick."

"Then why did you have me stand out here like an idiot?" Damon asks.

"Like I said, you are a idiot," Price says in a matter of fact tone, "and every trap needs bait."

"Cannon fodder more like," Damon mummers as he makes his way to price when movement catches his eyes and he looks up to see a guard standing in the hole Price had just made. The former Captain's back is to him so he doesn't see the threat as the guard raises his rifle.

Suddenly a hand grabs Damon's hand and with him still in dazed shock over the giant predators' death the blade he was holding was easily ripped out from his fingers. He turns and nearly had his face spliced open as the knife was sent flying, cartwheeling through the air and at Price.

Damon watches in horror, positive that the Captain is about to meet his end. However the blade sailed over the Price's shoulder and buried itself hilt deep into the Guard's sternum. The man goes rigid, but does not call out since one of his lungs is probably punctured before his knees gave out and he disappears from view as he collapses.

The Ghost twists around, expecting a fight, but instead he is face to face with Ash who is covered in blood, but looks unharmed as she tries desperately to catch her breath.

He wanted to ask her if she is injured when Price calls out, "Come on!" and without a moment of hesitation, he climbs through the wall, pausing only to pick up the fallen guard's submachine gun, a Bizon.

The two Ghosts share a look before dashing to the hole themselves. Damon keeps watch while Ash climbs through before following himself.

They are in some sort of corridor that is completely different from the one the prisoners were forced to walk down on a daily basis. There is no slits near the ceiling, no armed guards and here on the walls hung pictures of individual's officer with something written beneath them in the strange Korean language.

Price quickly runs down the hall, forcing the other two to jog after him despite the wounds that are hindering them. They made it to a door and without pausing Price bust it down.

They are on a beach that leads them to a pier full of boats.

"To the boats, go!"

That was easier said than done. The Ghosts practically slipped and slide all the way down to the docks when suddenly there is a flurry of movement and jumping out of the boats directly in front of them are two Korean Sailors.

Price curses and tries to bring up the weapon, but he is too slow. The Sailors already have their weapons bearing down on them, practically shoving it straight into their noses.

Damon sucks in what he thought to be his last breath and forces his eyes open. He didn't want to see it coming, but as a Ghost he needs to look them in the eye, so that his enemies can see the fire burning within his gaze and know they picked the wrong person to fight with. They'll remember him through his eyes.

He lived his life with no regrets, or at least he tried to. Now as he faces certain death, three things pop into his mind. Ash, his teammate who he had let down and now no doubt will be killed now. Second was Team Comanche, Falkner died quickly, but Swans and Gordon was slow and torturous, what kind of death can they expect?

Third and lastly was his pack, the United Pack. Humphrey, Kate, Garth, Lilly, Meadow and the others…will they remember him? Will they forgive him for not coming back? Will they even know he had died?

He flinches when he hears he hears the impact of bullets against skin. He waited for the pain, the sensation of being hit by a truck or the pain of a chest wound as precious oxygen fails to fill his lungs or maybe even the quick snap of his head being struck.

However, none of that happened. Instead, the Ghosts and the former Captain watches as the Sailors twitch and squirm as blood escapes their bodies as it sprouts out of their bodies like messed up geysers. After a moment, Damon realizes why; they were being shot at by something below them.

After a moment, the blood spray ends and the Sailor lands in bloody slumps on the deck. There is a moment of silence as the confused team watches for a moment when suddenly the water next to the pier erupts and a black body breaks through the surface.

The person is wearing a diving suit and has a underwater rifle in his hands, but Damon isn't weary, instead he is reassured, especially when he sees the Skull design on the scuba mask.

"What took you so long Sarge?" come Jacob's voice from the suit.

Damon shakes his head, "No time Jacob, where's the others?"

"Right behind me," and a moment later, a military speed boat breaks through the surf and swings alongside the pier.

"Let's go, go, go!" Cote shouts from the ship's deck.

"Don't need to tell us twice," grumbles Ash as the escapees make their way to the boat.

The three virtually collapses as Jacobs climbs in, still wearing his suit. The boat speeds away, Damon glances back just in time to watch the island and its inhabitants vanish. They've made it.

"So," Jacob says as he leans against the rails and stares down at them, "How was your weekend?"

This is probably the shortest chapter I've ever made with low quality. Please forgive me; I'm trying my best to get the next chapter in place so that it can at least come close to living up to its previous standards.