Unthinkable Destinies

Damon gawks at the sight before him for a minute, taking the sub into account.

It's about thirty yards in length while two yards in width, making it a tight fit in the lake. There are a few portholes on the sides and a small square resting on top of the vehicle. This is the smallest and most oddly looking sub the Ghost has ever see; apparently it was built for quick troop transport and nothing more, he is pretty sure there is no way there's a nuclear missile hidden with the thing's depth.

Suddenly there is a hiss and a hatch on the very top of the vehicle opens and a three man squad crawls out. They jump onto the mainland that is a few feet away from the sub and rushes to their officer's aid. Despite them rescuing him, Estrada still slaps them along the face and shouts at them before pointing in Damon's direction.

One of the Feds, a sailor from the looks of his attire, unslings a SC 2010 submachine gun from his back and fires at the Ghost.

Damon drops to the floor just as the rounds hum by overhead, missing him by a few inches. Damon hunkers down low and deep, wedging himself into the ground and keeps his head low to avoid being hit.

He leans up partially and sees two of the sailors helping Estrada to the sub while the third, who is advancing on Damon's position, appears to be determine to end the Ghost there and now.

The Ghost buries himself deeper and points his gun over his hide and fires wildly without looking. The firing ceases for a moment and Damon pushes himself up. However the Fed fires a blind volley as well, which hits the snow in front of the Ghost, causing a puff of smoke to blind his already damaged vision.

He tries to shake his vision clear, but he hears the rushing feet and tries to avoid whatever is coming. However he feels a blow to his left cheek and he is thrown to the floor, the tang of blood fills his mouth as his teeth sinks into his tongue while his eye sight is filled with ruby red.

When it clears he sees the Federation soldier, rushing forward, takes out his pistol and directs it at the Ghost's head. Damon feebly tries to hold up his hand to ward off the attack, but the Diablo kicks the hand away and pulls the trigger.

The Ghost watches as the finger closes around the trigger but at that moment, something grey and red jumps on the soldier's back, causing the weapon to point down and pushing the soldier forward. Damon grabs the man by the shoulder blade raises his pistol and before the Diablo knows happening, Damon fires three slugs into his head.

Damon shakes his head slightly before looking at the wolf standing before him. He is slightly startled to see it is Humphrey. He knew the Omega was going to be in the battle, but now…he doesn't look like the fun loving wolf that Damon has come to know. He looks tired, angry and yet afraid all at the same time. His fur is matted in blood, all in a ruffle state and he appears to be having hard time breathing.

"Nice timing Humphrey," Damon moans in an exhausted voice as he rolls the Fed off of his legs.

Humphrey shrugs in return and replies in an equally fatigued manor, "I was just passing by."

The Ghost looks to the sub and sees that the sailors are now trying to get the injured Estrada on top of the vessel while watching Damon at the same time.

"Watch yourself Humphrey," Damon says as he rises drunkenly onto his feet, "the fight's not over yet."

"Damon, wait," Humphrey says as he steps in front of the Ghost, "I need your help-"

"Now!?" the Ghost questions as he watches his prey slowly getting away.

"It's Oliver, he's too strong, I need help in taking him down, please," he adds with desperation clear in his voice.

The Ghost looks between Humphrey and Estrada. Another hard decision for the leader; he can't let Estrada get away, nor can he live with the fact that a wolf was killed when he could have prevented it. He has said that these guys could never live up to Team Comanche; it's time to see if he can be proven wrong.

"You have to deal with it," Damon says as he looks at the Omega.

His eyes widen in shock as he says, "Bu I can't; I'm an Om-"

Damon kneels in front of the wolf and grabs him roughly by his furry collar and says, "You're not an Omega anymore, you're a soldier!"

Damon makes sure the wolf is staring into his eyes as he says, "I need you to take care of Oliver on your own, I'm making you an honorary Ghost at the moment, now you're job is to contained the threat, make sure Oliver doesn't get away and do what you have to in order to bring him down, understood?"

The Omega gawks a bit before nodding his understanding, but still the Ghost than says, "This is why we work in teams, I can't do it all on my own."

Humphrey nods his understanding, looking nervous, but appearing ready for the coming challenge. The wolf turns and bolts back the way he has come, but pauses and looks back, "Damon, if I don't make it, I just want to let you know-"

"Tell me later," Damon says as he reloads his pistol.

"But we might not be around later," Humphrey says with concern.

"Sure we will," Damon relies reassuringly, "we're Ghosts; we'll see each other on the other side."

"What!?" asks a startled Humphrey.

Damon stands and shakes his head, "Just a Ghost saying," he looks the wolf in the eye, "but we will see each other again, now go perform your duty Ghost," he says with some steel evident in his voice.

Humphrey swallows before whispering, "Ok," and with that, he takes off towards another section of the lake.

The human breathes slow and steadily before stumbling off towards the enemy sub. The two sailors have just barely got Estrada on top of the ship, but Damon is determined that is as far as they will go. With his aim still unsteady, he fires at the Federation trio.

The three Feds duck as the untrained rounds whiz by them. At this, Damon forces himself to go as fast as he could to catch up to Estrada. The two sailors place each of Estrada's arms over their shoulders and carry him towards the hatch. Damon breathes painfully as he fast walks to the sub; he is a yard away, a few meters, a few feet.

He falls right in front of the sub and gasps for air, unable to continue any further. The Ghost looks up and sees that the sailors are trying to open the hatch for their leader. He can't let them get away, not now.

Damon raises the pistol, grabs it with both hands and holds his breath. He feels like his whole body is throbbing as he does this and it's getting worse, but he holds the pose and zeroes in on his target. Estrada is right within his iron sights as the Ghost fires. However, despite it being a pistol, there is still recoil when it fired, usually this wouldn't have bothered the Ghost's shot, but with his weaken state it feels as if somebody slapped his arm to the side.

Damon knew he missed his target, but is satisfied when he sees the sailor opening the hatch stiffen before falling over the side, shutting the entrance as he falls. With some more time on his hands, the Ghost looks all along the stern of the vessel until he sees a series of deep groves in its side; the built in ladder.

Damon holds his breath again as he jumps from the mainland towards the craft. He grasps the railing, but as his body slams into the main body of the sub the contact causes him to pant painfully. He wants to stop, he needs to stop, but he can't, his objective is so close, he will not let his team die in vain, nor will he allow the Federation to end so many lives when their invasion starts.

With that resolve, he reaches above him and grabs each small ledge, pulling himself up while his vision dims slightly. His limbs are starting to shake, blood is starting to seep through his soaked bandage and it feels as if one of his lungs are no longer working. The Ghost blinks rapidly, trying to ease the pain, but push himself at the same time until finally he reaches the top of the sub.

He gulps in the air before turning towards Estrada. It's too late, he's being lowered in while the remaining Fed holds the lid open for his leader.

Deciding to end it all now, he kneels and fires all twelve rounds at the colonel. Bullets clang and ricochet off the metal lid as they struggle to find flesh. Upon hearing this, Estrada drops from his perch and into the unknown. The second sailor however isn't so lucky as a bullet bounces from the lid and cleaves his head.

With the entrance now open with no oppression, the Ghost staggers forward. He is breathing aggressively as he nears the hatch, considering what his options are now when out of the vessel pops out a Federation sailor in coveralls and a cap.

The surprised sailor reaches up to close the hatch as Damon fires, but only hears the click of an empty gun. Seeing the lid falling, the Ghost calls every ounce of strength he has and leaps forward. He slides on the slick surface as he jams his hand beneath the hatch, halting its process. The sailor looks through the small crack to see what is happening, but what he sees is Damon taking out his knife and stabbing the said sailor right between the eyes. The Fed falls into blackness, allowing the Ghost to wretch the flap back up.

Within is a small built in ladder leading into the darken interior of the submarine. Damon unclips a grenade, takes out the pin and drops it into the hole. He rolls away from the entrance and watches before a large burst of fire erupts through the entryway before dying down.

The Ghost crawls back to the entrance way and looks down. The interior is still dark, there's no way of telling if the grenade killed his intended target or not.

Suddenly the sub begins to shake, causing Damon to look up and around. He realizes the underwater vessel is sinking back into the lake.

The Ghost is torn with what to do. He could leave the hatch open and allow the people to drown, but he needs a positive confirmation that Estrada is killed; he can't risk the man escaping.

With a tired sigh, Damon places his feet on the rail and starts to climb down, closing the hatch as he goes.

Oliver snarls as he watches the so called submarine drop back below the lake.

"Cowardly human," he says to himself, "I knew I should have killed him when I had the chance."

"I know the feeling," a voice growls behind him.

The black Alpha turns around and faces Viola, puffing heavily from sprinting after Oliver for a couple hundred yards.

Oliver grins evilly, "oh my huntress, how much pain are you going to out yourself through?"

"As much as I need to," she growls back as she starts to circle Oliver. The Alpha mirrors his fellow Alpha's movements, circling one another while tensing their bodies.

"You've lied to me," she snarls in a pained voice, "about everything."

The black wolf tuts, "it wasn't all lies…I do want you as my mate."

With that Viola releases a mighty roar before charging forward, Oliver responds in kind.

They crash against one another with the force of nature. They roll on the ground as they struggle to bring the other down first. Viola kicks her hide legs and snaps with a swift grace, but Oliver's brutal attacks starts to take their toll on the she-wolf. Every so often they would jump away from each other, growls at their opponents once more before throwing themselves at each other once again. They kick, cut and bite, both trying to aim for the neck or the head, but the powdery snow prevents them from having a solid foot hold, making it even more difficult for them to land a blow.

Oliver then slices Viola's forehead with his claws, causing her to yelp and jumps back, trying desperately to shake the blood from her eyes. However in that brief span of recuperation Oliver makes his move.

He streaks forward, too fast for Viola to counter. She attempts to back away, but it's too late as the black wolf clamps his jaws around her throat. She gasps, but this only drives Oliver to tighten his grip around her throat. Her airflow is cut off and she feels her lungs beginning to swell. She tries in a final effort to jerk away, but her strength is already fading. Her vision is already blacking; the last thing she sees is Oliver with a light of amusement in his eyes, completely unmoved by her approaching demise. She releases a small whine as she closes her eyes.

A black and grey smudge slams against Oliver, causing the startled Alpha to let go of his victim as he jumps back and snarls. He becomes furious with himself when he sees that the creature that ambushed him is an Omega, but not just any Omega.

Humphrey doesn't even give Oliver a glance as he bends down over the downed she-wolf.

"Viola?" he asks as he gently probes her.

Nothing.

He places his ear against her chest and listens.

Silence.

Humphrey didn't know Viola that well, but she is part of his pack, part of his family. He couldn't believe it, unable to believe Viola, the toughest Beta in the pack, is gone.

He then remembers why she is here. She was lied to, tricked and now killed because of the actions of one wolf.

Humphrey releases a might growl, one that he has never felt before as he looks up at Oliver, who just appears amused by the scene.

"You did this," Humphrey finally says in a deathly voice.

Oliver sneers, "No, you did, that human forced my hand, if you just remain in your rightful place, Omega," he spats, "then none of this would have happen."

"You've killed because of me?" Humphrey snarls, "Why? Afraid that I'll kill you?"

The hair on Oliver's back begins to rise, "Try it," he challenges.

"Gladly," with that Humphrey surges forward while Oliver charges as well.

They met with an almighty crash that sends them tumbling through the snow. Humphrey isn't so sure that he could win, he is unsure if he could even survive, but seeing how heartless Oliver appears towards the death of a pack member…that was it for him. The Omega no longer cares if he survives; Oliver is now his focus as he begins to fight with the ferocity of a mountain lion.

He digs his nails into Oliver's coat, kicks with his hide legs and snaps with his jaws. But Oliver is more experienced, he was trained to fight due to a lifetime of training. His teeth and claws are still wet from past engagements as he battles once more. His jaws are strong from years of crushing bones as he bites into Humphrey shoulder. The Omega yelps but Oliver doesn't let go. The pain is like a liquid of fire being released, driving Humphrey as he lifts his back legs as far back as he could before lashing out. Both claws on his feet leaves twin scars on Oliver's underbelly, causing the wolf to release a pained wail and jump away.

The Alpha stares in stunned silence as blood flow from his stomach and drips onto the forest floor. An Omega drawing an Alpha's blood…this is pure blasphemy, an abomination in the black wolf's eyes.

The Alpha snarls, "I've kept you little useless pests safe from the threats of Predators, but now I'm going to going to kick your scrawny hide."

Humphrey growls, but does so nervously. It's clear that Oliver is far more superior in fighting techniques; he won't be able to last much longer in an open fight. He has to tire the Alpha out if he is to have a chance.

On that note, the wolf turns and takes off into the nearby trees.

"Running won't save you Omega!" Oliver roars before sprinting after Humphrey.

Oliver is faster and has greater endurance, but years of playing hide & seek and tag has made Humphrey lean and light. The Omega makes sharp turns around pines and slides beneath fallen trees, slowing the bulky Alpha down considerably.

Humphrey is able to pull away from Oliver by a few feet and makes a turn around a pine. He pauses, grabs a tree branch and pulls it as far as it will go. He waits until he hears pounding footsteps before releasing the branch. There's a loud crack as the limb slaps the Alpha hard across the face, forcing a yelp out of the black wolf. His eyes are now alive with pure malice; this is the last thing Humphrey sees before taking off running again, the angry wolf not too far behind.

Humphrey is now huffing and puffing, what is he thinking? Him trying to take on Oliver is like a chipmunk taking on a grizzly bear. He can only hope that Damon can help him, where's a human when you need one?

Humphrey lets out a gasp as he feels something grab his tail. Before he could retaliate, a strong force jerks him into the air. He lands with a heavy thump before rolling onto his feet. He is back at the lakeside, but this time they are surrounded by large boulders while the land is seven feet above the lake's water level. The Omega turns to make a dash into the maze of a small forest, but skids to a halt. Standing in the middle of his path is an enraged Alpha.

"You…are so dead," Oliver growls.

Humphrey gulps but keeps his head held high; he is lost for words at the moment. He breathes shallowly before crouching down in a pouncing position.

Oliver snarls as he lowers himself as well, evil beady eyes waiting for the Omega to make his first move. With a final thought of Kate, Humphrey rushes forward and the Alpha is quick to meet him once more. However, at the last moment Humphrey veers right and hops out of the way of the charging Oliver. As he passes by, Humphrey raises his claws and slides it alongside Oliver's flank, leaving a scarlet line.

The Alpha growls before twirling around and jumps on top of Humphrey. They tumble around some more, but Oliver is driven by insane fury, giving him the strength of a bear as he and Humphrey battle. The Omega soon realizes he isn't going to last much longer. He can barely stand on his feet, blood is flowing in rivers down his body and his vision is becoming blurred. Finally a hard kick to his head causes Humphrey to stumble backwards a bit, blinded as his head is swimming from the recent blow. He is barely conscious when he feels Oliver ramming into him.

The wolf is pushed back until he falls panting to the ground, close to the edge of the small cliff. He looks down at the azure colored lake, it always looked peaceful to him, but now he realizes this will the place where he is to die, maybe his carcass will even fall into the murky blue. The thought of death brings fear to his heart, but in truth, he is overwhelmed with sadness. He is going to miss Kate, wherever it is that wolves go after death, he knows it'll be tough because his beloved Alpha won't be with him.

Suddenly an idea comes to mind. Painfully Humphrey raises his blood stained head and looks up. There's a shadow covering him, he hopes like crazy it is what he think it is. Placed next to him is a boulder, just large enough for his legs to use. He remembers seeing Kate do the trick once, but she's a fully trained Alpha, he'll be lucky just to jump considering his beaten state.

"Look at you," Oliver sneers, "A Omega, beaten to a pulp by an Alpha, I'm not surprised, but it was quite pitiful, we both knew you wouldn't win."

Humphrey could only grind his teeth. He's an honorary Ghost, he can't let Oliver get away; he'll kill more wolves in the pack. He thinks about Kate, Garth, Lilly and all of his other friends, all of whom are endangered by Oliver's insanity. The thought of the black wolf murdering his friends when he can do something about it summoned the energy that Humphrey needed.

Painfully, Humphrey pushes himself back up, one lag after the other, shifting his weight around so he wouldn't crumble at once beneath his own body. With his frame finally up, he steels his legs and spreads them wide in an attempt to relief himself of some of the strain.

Oliver laughs at the sight of the Omega, "Want some more?"

Humphrey releases a small growl, "If it's not too much for you Caribou dung," if his mind was functioning correctly Humphrey is sure he could have come up with a better insult.

However this one appears to have done the trick. Oliver snaps at him before crouching down once more, just as Humphrey hoped he would. The Omega losses his muscles, he has seen Kate performed similar move hundreds of times but he never tried for himself. Now is the time to see if Omegas can be the same as Alphas.

Finally the time has come as the beast in the form of Oliver roars and launches himself at the Omega. Time seems to slow as Humphrey forces his legs to bend and command his body to make a jump. However he doesn't jump at Oliver, instead he has aimed himself at the boulder. The Alpha tries to twist himself to take a bite out of the Omega. Humphrey repeats what he remembers, he twists himself, places his feet on the cold stone before pushing himself up again, only this time at an angle.

Now he is flying over a startled Oliver. The black wolf tries to twist his head to bite Humphrey, but with strange grace, the Omega twists himself while in midair, pulling away from Oliver's sharp teeth by centimeters. Humphrey is about to land behind the Alpha, he tries to land on his feet, but instead he slides before slipping and lands with a hard thud to the forest floor.

Oliver however isn't as lucky. Humphrey hears the scrapes as he tries to dig his paws into the ground, but the momentum is already too strong for him to stop. With a final yelp, Oliver plunges over the edge and falls into the water with a loud splash.

Humphrey stays completely still for what feels like minutes, waiting for who knows what. In the distance he can hear the clatter of battle but it is faint now and the human screams and gunfire are dying down; he can only hope that it is the wolves who are winning. The Omega pants as he finally picks himself up, now without the danger present his body is starting to succumb to his injuries. The cuts begin to burn, his lungs feel as if they have been pressed flat and his head feels like a nut after being viciously attacked by a rabid squeal.

"Omega!"

Humphrey is stun when he hears the voice; he hopes it's in his head before the voice calls out his name again.

Limping slightly, the wolf makes his way over to the small cliff and looks down.

Floating in the water, his body joisted by what appears to be broken bones, is Oliver. The black coat Alpha roars his fury as he shouts, "just wait until I get back up there mutt! When I'm done with you, I'll-"

He isn't finished speaking his threat when the earth starts to shake once more.

Now what? Questions an uncertain Humphrey as he looks around.

He regrets that question, no sooner did he thought it, a huge geyser of flames shot out of the lake and into the air. A small earth shake follows soon after, causing bits and pieces of the cliff to crumble to the lake. Humphrey backtracks while he looks down, he sees Oliver trying to swim away but his broken body prevented it. Then, the piece of platform that was holding the boulder that Humphrey bounced on earlier crumbles, allowing the large stone to bounce down.

Both Humphrey's and Oliver's eyes widen as the giant stone fall in the direction of Oliver. He couldn't swim fast enough, he had only enough time to look up and howl a terrible wail before the stone lands on top of him. Both wolf and boulder falls beneath the surface; Humphrey searches for any sign of life, but all he sees is a small clutter of bubbles before they too disappeared…along with Oliver.

Humphrey collapses onto the ground as he breathes a sigh of relief. He did it, somehow he, an Omega, just brought down one of the toughest Alphas in the pack. He begins to grin with pride, wondering how Damon will react when-

He suddenly looks up and glances towards the water. The sudden explosion, what was it that Damon said? A submarine can travel underwater and that was where he was heading?

Fear cloaks the Omega once more as he picks himself up and limps off to where the water and ground are level with one another; hoping all the while that their human companion is still alright.

Damon drops to the floor of the sub, already unsteadied by the rocking vessel when the blow came. He felt something hard slam against his head, followed by a resounding crack that seems to echo within the interior of the sub. The hit causes him to fall spread eagle on the floor, his gun sliding out of his grasp. He reaches for it, but a booted foot kicks it away before the same foot strikes his face.

His vision starts to black in and out like he was blinking heavy eye lids. He is on the floor, stun by the force of the kick. Next he is being held up by two thugs on either side of him. Then he feels his arms being stretch overhead and feels the steam and coldness as his hand brushes against metal. Finally when his sight comes back into focus he can see the situation he is in.

The Federation sailors stands before him, a total of four crew members, a man in an officers fatigues and finally Estrada, who is sitting at a nearby terminal, nursing his wounds.

The Ghost slowly looks around him in wonder. The sub's control deck appears to be highly advance despite its miniature size. Here and there lights blink, monitors displays charts, valves appears on almost every piece of pipe running along the side and top of the sub's interior. A door on the other side of the room suggests that the sub is more spacious than he originally thought, then again, he only seen the top portion of the ship, not the whole.

He subconsciously looks up and sees that he has been shackled and the chain have been wrapped around a long pipe. He tries to wriggle it, but a sailor suddenly steps up and rams a fist into his stomach. Damon gasps as he doubles over; he feels the bottom portion of his mask becoming wet as blood begins to drip from his mouth.

"What are you?" Damon doesn't see the speaker, but he recognizes the voice as Estrada.

The Ghost remains silent, causing the same sailor to punch him again. He grunts as he forces his head up and peers at Estrada who is staring at him with complete loathing in his eyes.

"I've fought Ghosts before, but you," Estrada shakes his finger as if Damon is a naughty child, "you are more troublesome than I could have imagined."

"Who's Archangel?" Damon finally asks, deciding he isn't going to play the Fed's game.

The Colonel shakes his head, "A pitiful excuse of an informant, one squad, no danger at all," he spits at the grilled floor, "months of planning, everything was thought out well, the men, the informant, the letter, all went according to plan. Except the informant, if I ever catch that cowardly lying gusano* I'm going to stick my boot down his throat."

Damon is interested by this information. The informant and a note…he stores this information away, as he changes the topic so Estrada doesn't see his sudden attention at the words.

"I think I'll help you with that if you'll let me," the Ghost voices as he looks around the room, desperately thinking of a way to escape.

Estrada chuckles, "Oh, I have no doubt you want to, but you won't live long enough to see it."

The Federation Colonel then gestures to one of the sailors who takes out a side arm and approaches Damon.

Thinking on his feet he tries to buy himself some time, "You're going to kill me? Just like that? No gloating like usual?"

Estrada only gives a glare, but the sailor with the gun asks a question in Hispanic to which Estrada shakes his head and says in English, "No, leave it on, it doesn't matter, he's a dead man anyway."

The man nods before pulling back the firing mechanism and takes aim at the hanging man.

The Ghost struggles against his bonds; it can't end, not here, not now. If he dies, then so will Comanche team's legacy, they'll be known as terrorist and not the brave patriots that they were. The wolves also depended on him he can't die now.

No, he refuses to die now.

Damon takes in a mouthful of breath as he braces for what is going to happen next. The sailor cocks his head to the side in confusion, which is a mistake; it is in this brief time frame that the Ghost escaped.

He lifts himself off the floor and places hit full weight on the cuffs. The sailor points the weapon, but right then the pipe broke away, dropping Damon while the heavy leaded pipe falls on the Fed's head, knocking the sailor out cold.

The remaining four Feds are frozen with shock at what has just occurred, but Damon reacts before they could.

He grabs the piece of pipe his hands are still tied to and swings it around in an arc. Two sailors' jumps out of the way, but the officer in the uniform did not, resulting with the Ghost bashing the man's head open. The moment the officer's blood spills onto the floor, all chaos breaks loose.

The remaining sailors' rushes forward and push Damon against the bulkhead. The Ghost moans in agony as his shoulder and chest wound starts to ail him. His vision reddens a bit as he looks up and sees Estrada picking up the fallen pistol.

One of the Feds keeps Damon's right arm pinned as he begins to hammer away at the Ghost's midsection with his free hand.

Damon lets out a pained cry before leaning his head back and surges it forward. He violently head butts the man, stunned, the sailor stumbles back. With a great effort Damon raises his leg chest high and kicks the man, sending him barreling across the room before crashing against a terminal.

He hears a curse before the sensing the all too familiar sound of metal against metal as a gun is loaded. Acting on instinct, Damon uses his free hand, grabs the Fed next to him, who is still attempting to hold the Ghost against the wall, and pulls the sailor in front of his body. A millisecond later the Ghost feels the impact and is splatter in blood as Estrada's round cleaved a hole in the sailor and not the American he was targeting.

The Colonel yells out his frustration as he continues to shoot in a vain attempt to kill the American. The sailor screams in pain for a moment until the bullets ended his life. Holding on tightly to his limp wall of protection, Damon drives forward towards Estrada. The man keeps shooting, trying to get at Damon, but it's too late. The Ghost throws the body at Estrada who bats the figure away; this distracted him long enough for Damon to leap and tackles the Fed to the floor.

Both men gasp after feeling the initial impact. The Ghost tries to suck in a reasonable amount of air as he tries to get to his feet when Estrada kicks his legs out from beneath him. He falls to the floor of the sub with a crash, he tries to get up, but Estrada climbs on top pf him and pins him to the ground. The Ghost tries to wriggle free, but the Estrada grabs his head with his free hand and starts to bang his skull repeatedly against the floor. Damon's head is swimming by the third time is head made contact with the grills, but he slips his head out of Estrada's grasp and tries to pin the Fed's hands with his head.

Estrada releases an animal like growl as he asks, "What are you?"

Damon replies in kind, "A spirit of vengeance."

""Not anymore," Estrada lifts himself up partially getting one of his hands free and reaches for the knife in his belt of weapons. Upon seeing this, the Ghost remembers he has one more weapon of his own, it's risky, but he will not allow this man to escaper and wreak havoc on another peace loving place.

Damon jerks his body forward and bumps Estrada off. He then sits up and reaches into his pocket for the weapon when Estrada leans forward, knife in hand and makes to skewers the Ghost. Damon falls back to the floor and twists out of the way of the blade as it causes sparks to fly from the metal floor as it missed its fleshy target. When Damon rolls back into his original position, he takes the object out of his pocket and shoves Estrada back with it.

Damon begins to retreat to the far room as fast as he could, but he fears he won't make in time. Sure enough Estrada looks at his chest and gasps when he sees the C4 explosive stuck to his chest, prime and ready.

The Federation Colonel grabs it and Damon doesn't want to risk the Fed taking it off and somehow survive the blast. He knows in this long tube like structure, an explosive will send its fire down the way and Damon will be cooked alive. However he doesn't think as he presses the trigger, causing a blinding fire to erupt in front of him, the closed in explosion rocks his ears and he falls to the floor due to the shock wave.

He hears a short lived scream before going deaf and his world is wrapped in white nothingness.

The last thing Damon thinks before he loses consciousness is two words: mission accomplished.

*Worm