Chapter 6

A/N: At long last, summer has arrived! I should've gotten busy earlier and everything, but Destiny Iron Banner came up, freerunning, pre-ordering games and repaired phone had taken a lot out of my time. But glad I'm here now to present you this people.

I can't believe that you guys have been supporting this story ever since it's started. I mean, it was just a little project I had gotten from my mind and seeing you people loving it makes me feel like it's worth it. Thank you all.

And no, I'm not abandoning any stories at the moment. I just want to get some other ones done first so I can concentrate on the others better. Kay?

And as always, be wary. My writing sometimes becomes rusty. But I always get back in the game quickly. Sorry if there's anything that seems to have thrown you off.

Enough now. Enjoy!

"Time to let loose."

Those words sank into the ODST's mindset at an instant before he slowly made his way over to the door and looked both ways for any kind of movement that might be presenting itself for him. Confirming no one was coming along, he looked behind him to see Zack and nodded. "Good luck," The Faunus told him.

Ghost only managed a smile before he drew his handgun and went on out.

Many a Marine have known Ghost back in the UNSC because of his known way of handling things. He was an emotionless being that could kill without a second thought. Even the brass thought of him as such a being, which they always elected him to lead a demolitions squad if needed in combat.

But many also knew why he was called such a thing. Some say that he was the physical manifestation of death itself, only for them to comprehend.

Ghost was known to be a stealthy type in the field when he chose to be. When he isn't guns blazing like many of the greenhorns in the military, he, along with the ODST's, were something to fear when you step in the shadows. Even talk among the Covenant of these soldiers put fear in their hearts whenever they step into the shadows.

Elites have even dubbed them as "Shadow Walkers", which in an aspect was both a compliment but a curse as well.

And right now, this Shadow Walker only had one objective in mind. Rescue the hostages and to his best, if he can, with non-lethal methods, to neutralize the White Fang inside the building.

"Doesn't mean I can't try to rough them up a bit," He muttered to himself quietly before coming to the end of the hallway. He slowly stood up to his full height and took in a deep breath. Ghost leaned out of the corner before he widened his eyes.

He was face to face with a White Fang Insurgent and they just stared at each other for a few seconds, their reactions hidden behind their masks.

"Intru-!" The Insurgent managed to get out before Ghost let his fury upon him. He was met with a nose crushing headbutt from the titanium helmet. The ODST then grabbed him and flipped him so his back was facing him. His left arm was snaked around the White Fang's neck with the other held the M6C to the skull.

"Keep quiet if you don't want your brains to be blown out," Ghost hissed at him making him stop his squirming to escape. He pressed the barrel of the handgun against the head with more force. "Now, if you want to live, tell me how many of you are here. And where are the hostages?"

"I-I'll never tell human scum like you," The Insurgent managed to mutter out to him.

"Wrong answer," Ghost answered and slowly pulled the trigger.

The Insurgent paled when he heard clicking in the handgun and sighed. "Alright! Alright! I'll tell you! There's thirty of us here! And the hostages are all in the office on the second floor! We weren't planning to stay that long!

The ODST grinned slightly before he removed his firearm from the skull. "Thank you," He said rather politely before he bashed it on his head. This sudden strike caused the Insurgent go out cold and collapse in his arms. He gently set him against the wall sitting up and sighed. Most likely he would be having a concussion judging from the force applied to his head.

"Three down. Twenty seven left. Too easy."

Giving a small quick tap on the side of his helmet, Ghost bent down inspecting the Insurgent before his radio came to life. "Veronica, it's Riley," He reported curtly.

"Riley, how's the situation looking?" The Police Chief asked him.

"As far as I can tell, not that bad. I managed to talk to one of them. He was rather nice. He told me there's thirty of them. You can relax now, it's not as many as your intelligence assumed. I took down three already. I also found a hostage. No injuries or anything of that sort on him. Seems relatively unharmed." Ghost then removed the mask off the Insurgent and inspected his face. "I suggest you should get a team ready to breach in through the doors. I'll inform you when I find the hostages. You worry about neutralizing any hostiles. You let me handle the hostages."

"Affirmative. Report back to me once you find them and see they are secured."

"Copy that."

Communications then ceased with Veronica before he patted the knocked out Insurgent on the shoulder. "Thanks for the tip, bud. I'll put it to use."

Later...

"Hey, Dan?" A White Fang Insurgent asked his comrade beside him. They were currently the ones guarding the hostages. They were standing outside the room that the hostages were in. And it has been at least an hour since they were assigned to this position. For one's boredom can grow to dangerous levels.

His friend looked over and sighed. "What is it, Nate?"

"You ever wonder why we're here?" Nate said to his friend with his lips pursed out thinking of his thoughts.

"Ummm, we're here guarding the hostages?"

"No, man, I mean, what's our purpose in life, Dan? Like, is this White Fang stuff really necessary? You know, us against humanity seems a bit stupid."

"Nate, you're a Faunus. Humans hate Faunus."

"I know... But still, isn't there a better way of us trying to achieve equality between us? Without all the violence."

"Well... I have thought of that... But Humans are stubborn."

"We're stubborn too."

"Yeah..."

"Yep..."

Silence passed between the two for awhile with the occasional sniff or cough coming along. "Hey, Nate, I'm just gonna go check on the hostages inside. Stay out here, and don't go anywhere," Dan told him while opening the door.

"Sure. Not like I have anywhere else to go."

Both nodded in agreement with Dan entering the room and quickly closed the door. Nate only sighed leaning against the wall looking at the ceiling. "Soooooo bored..." With his mind starting to saunter away, he wistfully started to whistle about trying to pass the time.

But to his dismay, he felt an arm grab him from the side before he was caught in a hold. Nate soon felt something being pressed to his head making him panic. "Hey, call your buddy out. And no dirty tricks. Do anything funny and your brains will go all over the wall," A gravely voice hissed at him.

"O-Okay... I'll do it... Please don't kill me..." Nate muttered back. Being dragged by the man holding him captive to the door, he didn't need to be told anything else as he knocked on the door. "H-Hey, Dan, I need your help. I think I saw something suspicious out here."

"Nate. I'm trying to keep them under control in here."

"Just come on out!"

"Ugh... Fine." The door then opened slowly with Dan shaking his head. "What is it-?" Dan widened his eyes seeing his friend behind held captive by the ODST. He tried to raise his rifle up to engage him but Ghost reacted quicker.

The ODST threw his own hostage at Dan. The collision caused the two to fall onto the ground with Ghost advancing into the room. He shot both Insurgents in the leg before he kicked them in the head. For the moment, he wasn't concerned about the current medical state the White Fang members were in. Right now, he was concerned about the hostages.

Instantly, one of them titled his head looking at Ghost. "Riley?"

Ghost jerked his head to the side hearing his name and widened them seeing who it was. "Ollie," He replied back walking over to him. He knelt down beside him and took out his knife to cut the bindings. "You alright?"

Ollie nodded at him and pried his hands away from each other, free of bindings. He rubbed his wrists with his fox ears twitching on top of his maroon hair. "I'm okay. What are you doing here?"

"Repaying the favor," Ghost answered back cutting the bindings of another hostage. Completing the removing of the rope, he bent over to one of the downed Insurgents and pulled his knife out and tossed it over to Ollie. "Help me out. We should get out of here soon."

Ollie caught the knife from the ODST and did the same as his friend helping free the rest. "Where's Zack?"

"He's somewhere else in here. He should be fine. I saw him first. He can hold his own."

A few minutes passed on by and soon, all the hostages were free with Ghost standing in front of them. "Alright, people. I'm going to get you out of here. We're doing it my way. Whatever I tell you, you do. It'll save your life if the situation calls for it."

"Ummm, what about the White Fang? Aren't they still in here?" A woman asked him with anxiety creeping over her features.

"They still are. But I took care of some. There shouldn't be much left. But be cautious." Ghost then tapped the side of his helmet getting a hold of Veronica. "Hey, it's Riley, I found the hostages."

"Excellent work. Get ready, my men will be breaching the building in two minutes. Be ready for a firefight."

"Don't worry about me. I'll be fine. I've been through worse. I think I can handle a few of these White Fang here," Ghost acknowledged with her. "Riley out." He then gave Ollie a glance and nodded. "Still know how to fire a gun?"

"I maybe a retired Huntsman, Riley, but I still know how to fight," The Fox Faunus responded back boldly.

No one could see through the visor, but behind it was Ghost grinning slightly before he gave Ollie his M6C. Along with it, he provided a couple magazines for it as well. "Use it sparingly. Shoot if needed," Ghost advised him. Reaching behind him, he unslung his M7S Submachine Gun into his hands and grasped it securely with an iron grip. "Alright, people. Follow me. When I tell you to get down, you get down. Ollie, be with the group. I'll be taking point," The ODST spoke before he exited out of the room.

One of the workers only hung his head in dread at this. "We're going to die."

Ghost caught wind of those words and turned around glowered at the man. "Nobody is dying here."

Ollie took his own few steps out before he heard something impact on the wall not far from him. "Riley!" He exclaimed and took a couple shots in the direction of fire.

"Everyone down!" Ghost shouted, his voice now turning sharp and ragged. He ran towards a desk and kicked it over to it's side taking cover behind it. He peered over the flipped desk top before a bullet grazed the left side of his helmet. "Damn it!" He cursed. "There goes Nodding, he raised his M7S over it and proceeded to fire blindly at the White Fang that rushed into the room. He heard grunts and yelps from the White Fang with a couple thuds sounding out.

"Who is that?!" One of the White Fang shouted still firing his rifle at Ghost's position.

"I don't know! Is he from Atlas?!"

"Seems like it! Look at the armor he's wearing!"

Ghost only snorted and shook his head. "Sounds like they want my armor badly. Too bad they won't get it." Bitting his bottom lip, he took off a frag grenade off his hip and pressed the button. Taking in a deep breath, Ghost glanced towards Ollie and both nodded. "Fire in the hole!" He shouted before throwing the frag towards the White Fang.

There were shouts of panic from the Insurgents before they were replaced by screams of pain and agony with a loud bang. Looking up, Ghost saw there was a small crater where the grenade exploded additionally showing some bodies on the ground. "Plus three confirmed!" He shouted before he stuck his upper body out and fired his submachine gun at them.

Ollie was doing his part as well, occasionally popping out of his own cover taking shots at the White Fang with precision. Thanks to being a former Huntsman, his training was still with him aiding him in taking down the Insurgents that continued to come in. "How many is that now?!" The Fox Faunus shouted at the ODST.

"Twenty left!" Ghost countered quickly transitioning his empty magazine for a fresh one. Swiftly pulling the bolt back, he resumed firing at the group that seemed to be an endless amount of them. "How many goddamn White Fang idiots are there?!" He shouted himself before he howled in pain. The ODST bent down in his cover holding his shoulder. What surprised him was that it felt warm. Taking a quick peak at it, he saw that a small bit of his armor was melted away. He then hissed feeling a burning pain inside his arm.

"Riley! What happened?!" Ollie shouted taking more shots.

"My shoulder! Got hit! It's... It's burning!" Ghost yelled, using one had to spray his rounds at the White Fang which were now taking cover.

"Bloody... Red Dust Rounds! They go through armor like it's nothing!" Ollie told him. "It shouldn't burn much longer! Ignore the pain!"

"Easier said than done!" The ODST exclaimed instantly. Taking another peek over, he saw that some started running back through the door before hearing shouts and screams. "I guess the cavalry has arrived!"

The firefight continued a little longer before the two looked to see that they were neutralized. Ghost held his shoulder groaning with Ollie walking over to him. The Fox Faunus has only a magazine left for his temporary firearm. The two panted looking at each other with Ghost's visor polarizing showing his face. "Did we get them all?" Ollie wondered.

Wait here. I'll take a look," Ghost muttered to him and walked across the office floor towards the doorway. He passed by the cubicles that were riddled with bullet holes and the crater from the frag. "Yeah... I think we-"

He was cut off abruptly when he was grabbed from behind and screamed feeling pain stabbing him in the side. "You killed my comrades! I kill you!" A White Fang Insurgent shouted at him before smashing his head through the wall. He was more muscular than the rest with the armor slightly thicker.

Ghost groaned as he was pulled out before it was smashed through again. Ollie just watched aiming at the Insurgent. But if he took a shot, it would have it's mark on Ghost as well.

"Now, you pay!" The Insurgent screamed and rammed Ghost's head through a close window. Some of the glass still remained with jagged points aiming at the ODST's neck.

Widening his eyes, Ghost placed his hands on the ledge where the window was and pushed against it while at the same time was being pushed towards it. His neck was being aimed for a large shard of glass. Seeing how easily this guy was able to pierce through his CQB variant, which had thicker titanium plating yet still retaining it's relatively light weight, he could easily get this shard through his neck.

The shard came closer and closer to his neck and he was struggling to keep it up. But Ghost refused to give up. He gradually applied pressure on the ledge, not caring if the bits of glass was piercing through his fingers. With a loud scream, Ghost managed to push himself a good distance away.

A/N: Warning, if you are prone to be queasy in the stomach from seeing gruesome scenes and some blood and gore, don't read this part. It should be over momentarily.

With unexpected force coming from the ODST, he elbowed the Insurgent in the face right in the mask. There was a crack in the middle of the mask as he held his pain. Ghost grabbed him by the head and slammed his head on the window. The glass shard went through one of the eyeholes of the mask and went straight out the other side. He screamed in agony standing up and scratched at his face, mindlessly trying to rip the glass out.

Ghost hissed pulling the blade out of his side and looked at it. He saw his blood stained on it making his rage grow furiously. Without a moments hesitation, he gripped it firmly and stabbed it through the eye. And as if that wasn't enough, he reared his hand back and made it into a palm before smashing his hand against the handle causing the entire knife to go into the skull. The Insurgent became quiet save for the small whimper escaping his throat. He tilted backward against the ledge before sliding down to the ground with blood leaking down his face.

A/N: And said scene is done. Continue to enjoy you non-lethal content.

Ghost panted looking at the limp body before holding his side to cover the wound. He took a couple steps back towards a cubicle and slid down it himself. Holding his side, he had his head go limp onto his shoulder. "Take that... Motherfucker..."

He heard footsteps running across the floor before Ollie came in sight. "Riley! Bloody hell, that was intense! You alright?"

Ghost just nodded weakly and wheezed a breath. "I-I'm fine... Fuck... Hey, tap the side of my helmet..." Ollie nodded and did so tapping the left side. "Veronica... Mission... Accomplished..."

"Riley? You don't sound good. Is everything alright?"

"G-Get some... medics up here... WIA... Me..." Ghost managed to get out before fainting from the trauma and blood loss he sustained.

"Riley? Riley! Come in! Damn it! Someone get a medic in there! We have a wounded man inside!"

Ollie heard the commotion inside the helmet and removed it. He widened his eyes seeing some blood dripping down from Ghost's lips. "Shit." He removed his jacket wrapped it around his waist to cover the wound that he received. The Fox Faunus had no clue how to remove the armor from him, he decided to was better than nothing.

"You'll make it, my friend. Just hang in there," Ollie whispered to him.

As the last of his consciousness was drifting away, all what Ghost could hear was the heavy thuds of foots steps falling while chatter went off.

"...ounded? Whe... Shit..."

"... Abbed... ide... barely... reathing..."

"... Damn it... et him... pital!"

Ghost soon faded into oblivion as he let out a weak sigh. "Fucking hell... Not again..."

A/N: Don't worry, this isn't the end of Ghost. He's still alive and kicking. I mean, he stood up when he survived a direct blast from a plasma blast. A few walls and a knife won't stop him. He's just gonna be injured... Probably with a major concussion. But he'll be fine.

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Later people! Now I'm off to get my braces... Damn it.