Hello my readers and no I am not dead as you may have thought i just had a bad case of writers block and couldn't find a way to continue. But know i have succeed partly, all it has to do is appease you the reader(s) that have chosen to...well read my story.
ENJOY :3
_Black Pitbull
DARKARAI/ELIJAH (GHOST)
It's been two days since the group arrived in Canada. The new location was cold; roads were covered in at least three feet of snow. Luckily for them, it had stopped a day after they arrived, so most of the sitting snow had at least melted away. In order to survive the harsh cold, they camped inside the BTR. Thanks to Ghost, the interior stayed warm enough to keep everyone inside comfortable and warm. This kept the group from having to resort to extreme methods of keeping each other warm, which, to say the least, Ghost would have forced them into.
Hummingbird was still red in the face as the thought of combining everyone's body heat together ran through her head. Of course, sleeping in groups didn't sound bad. As long as everyone stayed clothed, everyone would agree with the method. Unfortunately, not everyone shared similar sleep patterns. Many of the guys couldn't even look at one another after the idea was spoken. It seemed that more than one of them found it very comfortable to go, as an average American would call it, Commando. As many of the members attempted to shake the thought out of their heads, others had their minds on other things.
Spider, who was still manning the BTR, was maneuvering them through the frigid terrain Canada was known for. After driving for several hours, the Russian called out to the leader about being low on fuel. He stated that they would be completely empty in the next couple of hours and that a fuel source must be found as soon as possible. They also needed to find containers that they could fill with fuel so they wouldn't have to continue stopping to refuel. But luckily for them, they entered a large city with multiple supermarkets. And across the street from one of the buildings, they found an abandoned, but still standing, Mobil. Wasting little time, the group quickly refueled the BTR and filled some empty tanks they found within the store.
As they focused on the task at hand, they were surprised that they didn't see too many cannibals walking around. It was strange because they were located in the center of Manitoba, a city that was heavily populated. However, they were able to spot a few Gekko. Luckily, they managed to avoid being detected as they moved from the center, heading straight for their destination. Wolf even ventured out and asked them about the situation with the cannibals. Unfortunately, they didn't have the answers she and the others were looking for. So with little to go on, the group kept a close eye out for any, just in case this was some kind of trap made up from the enemies that were hunting them.
BABYLONIAN SOLDIERS (NANE = Eight, SABA = Seven)
The two were standing on top of a tall building within the city, looking over the plaza Ghost and his platoon had stumbled into. The two noticed the different expressions each one was wearing and couldn't help but think that they may have an idea as to what was going on. But then again, they probably didn't.
Nane, an average size male with a small built was dressed in the familiar looking silver suit of the Babylonian group. He just stood there, tapping his fingers along his arm. He had a short fro and a long scar that traveled across his face. His eyes were also a mixture of brown and gold. The handkerchief, which had a tribal hyena pattern, was tied around his right bicep. The woman next to him was sporting a similar suit. Hers was a slight bit tighter, showing off the curves of her body. She had a slim build and was short with long that was tied into a low ponytail. Her dark eyes held a bit of anger within them as she glared at the platoon. She also donned a face mask, which covered her mouth. Her tribal hyena pattern handkerchief was tied around her neck, just like Tatu. At the moment, her eyes had black, shade-like pieces of material covering them. Nane could barely see the schematics being displayed n the screen of the said device.
"Do you have a clear view of them?" Nane asked in their native tongue, Swahili.
Babylon always paired its members, sending them out in a two consisting of two members at a time. The most common pairing would be a team consisting of one male and one female. Of course there were situations where the teams consisted of the same genders, but that was normally under different circumstances. The reason for the male/female pair was to help the members find a mate. And currently, the group had only nine members left. The old Sita, a weak fire user, was killed by an unknown, silver haired, red eyed man.
Nane should know, after all, he was there. That's how he got his own scars. He had barely moved out the way before his skull could be sliced in half. He was lucky to have come out of that situation with scars. And it was all thanks to the old Sita for warning him at the last minute. Sita on the other hand wasn't so lucky and was stabbed in the back.
"Yeah, I see them." She answered. "He's there, and so are those four whores." Saba sounded excited but very annoyed as well. It made the male beside her question her.
"Who are the four whores?" he asked through their mental link. He figured it would be best to ask her the question through the link instead of out loud. The last think they needed was to be spotted. She didn't say a word.
"Anyway… The guy you spotted. Is it the one who is known as Roho ya Africa?" he asked.
"Yes, it's definitely him." she answered. "I'll never forget his face. I knew he was still alive, even though that bitch shot him." listening to her, Nane could hear a happy tone in her voice. It also sounded a bit hyper as well.
"Well, that's all good and all, but we do have an operation we need to complete." Nane told her. "In case you've forgotten, Moja (one) didn't order the retrieval yet –"
"Damn Moja!" Saba snapped. "It's always follow orders and do as we are told. I've worked for Babylon before the infection spread and I still don't understand why we are doing this. He is standing right there! Plus that amber eyed bitch is with him too… We can take them now." the woman growled in annoyance.
"Saba, there were able to bring down Kumi. Sita was able to hold his own against Nne." The Nane told her. "Tatu even commented on the fact that they could give her a hard time. Two of those three are several ranks above us. It would be unwise to attack them right now. We first need to weaken them before bringing them in."
Saba just sighed in annoyance…..
"Besides, this new Sita, he's smart. We have to be patient." Nane spoke up putting a little base in his voice to get his point across, and it worked even though Saba knew she was strong than him. "Now what's the statue on the snow?"
Saba raised a hand and let the metal over it fall away like sand but to bunch up at her wrist as her bare hand tested out the moisture in the air.
"Hmm. They have built up a good level. It's enough to make a powerful blizzard." Saba told him. "Tisa had better hurry up and get that data for those machines of hers. The horde hiding out within the city is getting bigger by the day." She told him. "Hell. This whole building alone was a pain to clean out by ourselves." Saba stated after a moment of thought. The black material retreated from her eyes becoming like grains of sand and moving to two small incisions on the suit and into a small storage port implanted in her body.
"Good. Those blood ports we put near that station will draw them in, just like hungry ants to an open bag of sugar... After a good 45 minutes has passed, you should make it rain blades to take them out." The male stated.
"What if they overrun Roho?" Saba asked fearful for the other man' life.
"Then we save him and take him with us, which I doubt will happen since he has an elemental beast with him...the parting 'gift' Tatu left him." Nane said with finality in his voice as he crouched down.
Saba only nodded and in the back of her mind silently hoped.
DARKARAI/ ELIJAH (GHOST)
They looked through the ransacked gas station and all they could find was toppled over bare shelves, forgotten junk food, and snacks crushed and strewn across the tile floor. A few magazines were on the floor, along with droves of Canadian money from a busted up cash register. The walls and floor had black and crimson blood and a body or too ripped apart from a feeding frenzy. There were also some gas tanks for grills.
Bull dragged out a box of old alcohol and popped open a bottle, taking a swig before growling and pouring out a slimy clumped up mess from the container. "This shit is really old." The Irishman' commented as he stared at the liquid. Spider went behind the counter and searched for the button to turn the most likely comply gas to refuel.
Ocelot thought about making a joke as he grabbed two fistfuls of money off the floor, putting it on the counter. "Gas on pump 8 please" he said in a polite but silently impatient voice.
Many had the resounding thought although Ghost mumbled it "Honestly… is this really Revolver Ocelot's son?" The African distinctly heard "Yep" as his answer in a double laced voice. Just at that moment, the back room's door, which was just behind Spider, bursts open with a couple of cannibals coming through. Before either one of the damned creatures could get him, they each took a bullet to the brain and fell back onto the floor in motionless heaps. Ocelot had one of his colt action army pistols out, which smoking at the barrel from the discharge. The blonde flicked his wrist making the cartridge come out and replaced the bullets he spent and spun the gun on his finger and holstered it in the back gun holster pocket on his belt. He then preformed his father's signature pose with one handed. He sent Spider a smirk as in saying with that look "I just saved your ass and you now owe me".
"Yes. Yes it is." was the next thought as the only person who could of had any chance of reacting that fast was Ghost and with him being on the other side of the room. Spider would have been gone, either being infected or bitten in places that caused his death. The Russian just shrugged it off and pressed a few keys on the register to fire it up.
Ghost jumped over the counter and checked the bodies as he saw that they had blood on their lips. It wasn't a good sign. Walking into the back room, Ghost found a scarce storage. After breaking down that room, he then found weird black cylinder tanks. Placing a hand on the surface, he felt the heat of it and knew it had to be keeping whatever was inside warm. Looking towards the ground, he found blood trails leading to one tank that was beaten and ripped open, which made a huge pool of crimson on the floor. He tapped his fingers in it and looked at it closely. He even gave it a sniff and it smell of blood.
"Dark...what's going on? What's back here?" Wolf's voice called from the door as Ocelot came strolling in while reading a dirty magazine.
Octopus came up from behind the blonde male and slapped him upside the head before taking the reading material and tearing it to shreds, leaving parts of bikinis and interesting (to the male point of view) on the slightly sticky floor. Ghost ignored them and took of his knife. He punctured a tank near the top and pulled it, out leaving a small leak. He put the blade close to his eye and looked at it in the light. He then turned to look at the other tanks.
"They all filled with blood..." Ghost stated with a suspicious tone of voice.
"What is...? There's nothing but… well, a bunch of tanks." Ocelot was getting the idea quickly, as where the two females. Giving the tanks a closer look, he found a spigot at the very bottom and an electronic timer to switch them on counting down already.
The timer had less than five minutes remaining before the tanks spilled the blood inside the stores. Ghost whipped his head around and counted the tanks he could see within seconds. He found a total of 8 and there was probably more than that, and that's not including the one that had been compromised already. They had walked straight into the ground zero of a trap that was meant for cannibals and didn't have the time to get far enough away.
"We are so fucked, aren't we...?" Ocelot questioned rhetorically.
"Right in the ass... Fortune you are a fucking liar, you know that?" Ghost barked at the spirit that was standing next to Wolf.
"How about we get to moving instead of yelling at the dead ok?" Wolf said as she speed walked out the door.
Ghost didn't say anything else as he barked orders for everyone to get back to the BTR. Ghost ticked away the seconds in his head, by his count they only had less than three minutes. They were gonna have to fight their way out of the incoming shit storm. And t make matters worse, the clouds were just now deciding to release more snow they had build up. And from the looks of things, it looked like it was going to turn into a blizzard soon. Thinking quickly, Ghost started to talk quickly.
"Femi...can you explode at a moment's notice?" Ghost barked at his beast.
"Yes I can master but I cannot control the blast radius..." The beast spoke calmly leaving all faith in his master.
"Do you have a plan here Boss, because I sure as hell don't if Ocelot is speaking of a trap here?!" Spider yelled as he hauled his ass towards the BTR, followed by a few others.
"YES. Ocelot...Bull help me out with theses gas tanks" Ghost barked as he lugged two tanks with him as Femi dragging a tank in his jaws, leaving a trail through the snow. Still counting the seconds, Ghost yelled out that they had less than a minute left. When they made it back, Ghost ordered everyone inside.
"What the hell are you doing?!" Wolf screamed when he slammed the door without joining them and tossed the tanks topside. He covered up the top with just him and his beast.
"Very few can stand the heat of fire wolf. However, I can survive a rainstorm made of fire!" The African man yelled over groans of hundreds of cannibals crawling from their hiding places. They looked like wolves converging on pile of fresh meat and ready to feed.
Ghost armed himself with his AK-47 and a handful of knives as he ignored the yelling and beating of his platoon to get back inside to safety.
"Femi! Grab on to those tanks now and when I say jump, you better jump like you're trying to reach the fucking moon, you got that!" Ghost barked as he shot down the closest of incoming waves of hordes.
"I aim to please, master." Femi spoke as his jaws continued to grasp the tank tightly. One tank was wrapped around his tail while the others were held on his back. The top and bottoms of them were sticking out his sides and stood in a crouch ready to do as ordered.
Ghost fired off what he could and was quickly surrounded. The snow had picked up and turned into a harsh blizzard making it hard to see. But he could feel the cannibals rocking the BTR from side to side, trying to knock him off while others tried to climb up. However, he easily killed them off.
"Jump now Femi!" Ghost barked over the howl of the wind. His beast shot into the air like a bullet, reaching a few hundred feet into the air.
"MAKE IT RAIN" the African shouted to the heavens like he was ordering a god to do just that.
High in the air, Femi heard the call and made his teeth dig and poke into the tank. The tanks released the gas at a fast pace, causing Femi blow himself up into a burning cloud, resulting in him coming down in a rainstorm of lit ash. The infected cried in agony as the fiery ash mixed into the blazing winds of the blizzard, burning everything it touched. The infected people cried in agony as they were burning alive, ashes entering their mouths, creating even more heat from the oxygen. The burning air filled their lungs and burned them from the inside out.
The blizzard slowed down to allow more visibility and Ghost saw the droves of cannibals burning from his onslaught of an attack. In the middle of the fire storm, Ghost saw the wisp of his beast's spirit as it floated towards him. Its coloring wasn't that of pure white anymore. Femi now had a fiery red tint to as his innocent puppy form came up to him.
"Reform... but not to large just a compact size for now." Ghost stated as he took a seat after his beast's soul nodded and caught a stray piece of ash quickly and rebuilt himself piece by agonizingly slow piece.
It took a full ten minutes for the blizzard of snow and ash to stop before it was safe for the other member of the platoon to exit the BTR. Ghost banged a few times on the top cover to signal the all clear as pushed it open to see all of them staring at him with surprise on their faces.
"Is it over?" Hummingbird questioned.
"Yeah... how is it out there...Commander" Tiger said with much respect in her voice compared to its usual yell.
"Well most if not all have been burned alive from the inside and out...so there is that" The African stated.
A small little bark agreed with him as to his side was a puppy version of Femi, with red eyes and all. Wolf, followed by a few others, climbed topside to see the results and they cursed at the near sea of bodies around them. Looking around, Ghost sudden heard the Codec ring in his ear. A few unfamiliar numbers appeared in his mind's eye and he answered to see who it was.
"You are Ghost right?" a woman's thick Russian voice spoke to him. "I command FROGS, just call me Colonel...my ship felt a blast a few clicks in your direction and we saw it from our dock. Is the Son alive?" Colonel questioned with a dark tone.
"Yes he is alive so is the rest of my platoon, thanks you for asking by the way." Ghost growled at the command of FROGS.
"Remember, we only follow for the Son if he decides to follow you then we follow. He saved us and taught us we in debt to his line only." Colonel stated with distaste before cutting the call.
"FROGS?" Mantis questioned.
"They were making sure Ocelot was alive or else deal was off and we are left behind." He growled his beast agreeing with him.
"The FROGS could be useful, to restart the military... If Snake doesn't come back..." Raven started to say.
"Snake may have gone off the grid and Python isn't doing too well. The man is more a leader for the field than for an army." Ghost cut in as he jumped down and began pumping gas into the BTR.
"Mongoose, what is on your mind? You're too quiet over there." Ocelot called to the Russian who had just pulled out a cart of Cigarettes and lit one up from a piece of still burning ash on the ground.
"I'm thinking on something...My grandfather always spoke of this incident in South America, a little place called peninsula of the dead" Mongoose spoke up with a puff of smoke and a hand on his chin scratching stubble.
"Yeah I heard of that, something about a fallout with Big Boss and a Rogue Fox unit... it was the unofficial start of FoxHound most of the info my father didn't tell but he did let slip about something called the philosopher' legacy once." Ocelot said with a shrug.
"Wait… the Philosopher's Legacy... I think I know about that. It's, if I recall correctly, billions of dollars in funds that were going to be used for wars around the world to create things like the motors and tanks for one. I think a Fox unit member named Gene had got his hands on it and planned to make a heaven for soldiers." Wolf said, working on memory alone from the book she had read years ago.
"Yes, the very one... Gene also said he had created underground tunnels going to ever continent on the planet. At least, that is what I heard from my grandfather, but they weren't finished and well hidden. He did have a rough map of them and let me look at it since the heaven for soldiers never came true it was just a piece of paper with squiggles to him now... Maybe we could use those or some people might have found them" Mongoose said as he finished the Cig and threw it to the ground.
"Good bit of Intel, but it's not needed at the moment. I'll tuck it in the back of my mind for now. Let's keep heading to Alaska..." Ghost barked as he hooked the pump back up after filling the tank, jumping back topside with his AK at the ready. "Let's move, were losing Daylight"
BABYLONIAN (NANE and SABA)
"That...was glorious" Saba said with an insane gleam in her eyes at the destruction her object of obsessive affection and his beast caused.
"No, that was fucking dangerous for anyone in range. Which included US?!" Nane stated with a severally scared tone in his voice. "Demon isn't strong enough for him for what that was...it was like a blizzard from hell"
The only way the two had survived from the attack was that Nane made a small impervious spot that they stood in with his aerokinesis. If it wasn't for that alone, they both would have died along with the cannibals they had made the trap for.
"Your right. Demon never did him justice...oh how about devil or maybe king of hell-" Saba was going into her own little world.
Just then a communication sound fired off in their heads.
"Nane, Saba report is it done?" a dark empty monotone voice said to them
"Yes Mbili, but we were not the ones to complete-" Nane started to say with a shaky voice totally terrified of his superior.
"Then tell me who did?" Mbili said with little care.
"The new recruit, Nne has suggested for the position of Sita sir" Nane answered quickly.
"He was amazing sir. He burned the horde to ashes from the inside out with a storm of fire" Saba cut in trying to put her two cents into the report.
"...interesting, Moja will look over your feeds. return to the utopia...Tisa will finish her business soon unless she is dispatched. Moja will be pleased." the second in command said the last part to himself just before he cut the communication connection.
The two of them said nothing as Nane slowly dissolved into metal gas and mixed into the wind and Saba ran to ground using super-speed an onwards to the East with her power.
JUN (RAGING RAVEN)
The ride was boring and annoying since all they had to do was to do check over their equipment, clean their equipment or have small talk with other members. While talking with Flame wasn't all too infuriating, even more so when Ghost knocked her down a peg during pre-Outbreak saying being angry all the time wasn't to healthy or very forth coming in a 'persuading' manner (i.e. severe corporal punishment in very imaginative ways) so she wouldn't be all cranky when it came to dealing with others.
She could still get annoyed easily but the fuse to her temper was lengthened considerably. Of which Tiger wasn't helping earlier but that problem fixed itself when Ghost showed he could rain hell upon earth. What was really bothering her was not the urgent operation to get on a boat owned by the FROGS that Liquid had once controlled but the atmosphere of the BTR. Raven was going to speak up on it but they had finally reached the gates of Shadow Moses before she could and Ghost didn't tolerate much drama or nonsense from their resident drama queen Tiger when he was serious.
There were cannibal bodies littering the snowy grounds and large spears of frozen cracked earth poking from the snow all around. It put all of them on edge as the plowed through the broken gates and halted at the supply route. The place was falling apart in places from Gekko blowing up in the area, Ghost knelt down and touched it and found the left over parts were cold as the Alaska plains and covered in a layer of ice about a few inches thick. They had gone off years ago and lost power by then, moving on they passed into the warehouse. which still had a few crates full of supplies and even some ammo that was a little rusted over but still fire able.
The trip though became uneventful and almost everyone didn't feel it worth their time or energy to aim the sights of their firearms around every corner anymore. When they reached the nuclear warhead building, they heard someone in the room cursing very loudly and tossing around small objects. As they got closer to the sound, they reached a slight half open power door. Their African leader glanced at them then the door and slowly placed a hand on the edge and shoved it all the way open and barrel rolled into the open.
He was soon followed by the rest coming into the open and aim at... a man wearing snow fatigues. the Tech lab was trashed with broken computer parts on the floor along with paper. The man was aiming a hybrid of a grenade launcher and a SCAR-H at them. His gear was white and grey with a belt of grenades and overstuffed utility pouches, his jet black hair was cut close to his head and had a grey scarf wrapped around his face.
"I shoot and you all go boom, you shoot and we all go boom..." The man said in a sharp annoyed tone.
"The hell do you mean?! we all die anyway?" Ocelot barked.
"I'm stocked with frags, C4 and custom designed grenade rounds that I've created with the mix of C3. one shot from me can blow up a three story building and if you shoot me and more than half of Shadow Moses won't exist anymore" The white clad man barked back.
"Stand down, I don't feel like reporting your dead bodies to Python and we still need Ocelot alive." Ghost said lowering his weapon and taking calm steps towards the walking time bomb.
"You in charge here?" The man said as he slowly lowered his weapon.
"The names Ghost and this is my platoon..." Ghost stated with a hand held out.
"Names Qing but my old squad used to call me Mad Bomber..." Qing said after he pulled off his scarf showing an angular Asian face as they made contact with their hands in a mutual handshake.
"Mad Bomber ehh…? you here by yourself?" Ghost questioned Qing.
"No I got a small girl with me, my niece...Cam did you find anything over there?" Qing called to the side.
A 12 year old girl with dark short hair wearing snow fatigues of her own but looked over sized for her peaked from around a thrown desk.
"No I didn't find much of anything" Cam responded coming out in full view; the poor thing had a P90 strapped to her back.
"What you two looking for and are you going to do with it?" Wolf asked them.
"Data on Rex...so far I have gotten my hands on a few metal gears from around the world. Ray and Arsenal of the Big Shell. The forgotten Peace Walker, the Shagohod, Zeke, RAXA even CHiaoth Ha Qiadesh... even a few prototypes it's the only thing I can give to MSF to let us in" the bomber told them.
"What do mean, with data like that they would have made you a technical head on the spot... if you have got some kind of contact inside?" Tiger question and for once screaming.
"MSF has been locked down and all deployed units have been recalled, something about a lightning getting lost in the clouds and a snake running off in the dark my guy inside only gets the codes nothing too important..." Qing stated with a slightly confused tone and a scratch of his thin beard.
The new squad may not have known what the two saying meant but Ghosts platoon did, it was a play on words meaning Raiden was out rampaging obviously and Old Snake had gone the grid and probably rogue. With one man who is meant to be leading an army gone AWOL and blood lust control legendary Cyborg on the loose a rabid dog off its leash. It would certainly be a good idea to be on a platform in the middle of the ocean where neither could get to you unless they took a boat and you could blow them out the water. If it ever came to that in the first place but still a contingency.
"We can get inside if you work for my platoon and you can take care of your niece...keep your guns and you won't be reduced to a civilian on sight" Ghost told the Asian.
"Sound good, who made you the boss of this platoon though?" Qing questioned honestly.
"I'm good at warfare and knives..." Ghost answered.
"...I'm good with explosives and have an unhealthy obsession with things that go boom" the bomber said with a maniac grin on his face.
"Uncle really likes things that go boom, sometimes they look like fireworks to me" Cam said with childish wonder in her eyes.
"I like them both already" Raven spoke up with an uncharacteristically cheery voice.
"Of course you would, a man that like to blow things up and a child about to get the same mindset what could go wrong" Wolf said sarcastically to which the others nodded in agreement.
After the bomber had gathered as much info from the out dated computers as he could scrap together they headed into the Rex holding warehouse and had to the man's' expertise in his field to get through as it had been blocked off by a cave in that was freshly made not a few hours ago. once they broke through they came to a large room with gekko parts all over the floor and a single figure standing in the very dim area.
"So you finally make it...took a while now I get to finish what my Kumi started" The voice of Tisa spoke up as her metal formed into her weapon, that only Ghost had any hope of seeing from the darkness.
Instantly the platoon clumped together to cover each other from all angles as Tisa moved around in the dark her footsteps echoing and just when their platoon leader was going to tell them to fire in a direction. It had become deadly quiet, no sounds of movement in the dark were made Tisa was lost in the darkness even to Ghost' eyes.
Minutes, hours no one had any sense of how much time had passed Ghost and Wolf suddenly shouted out to everyone.
"MOVE, Scatter now!" they had said and they all followed jumping into random directions as the ground they were just standing on spawned a small forest of rocky spikes with only a split second of shaken earth as a warning.
"Ocelot duck!" Ghost barked.
The blond listened instantly and in their very limited sight they all saw a huge spiked ball of metal shoot just above the man and into the middle of their sights a thick line of chains leading from its starting point.
The silver soldier laughed darkly as the huge metal ball was yanked back into the darkness.
Well there is the cliff hanger people hope you have enjoyed it and please review. I don't know if i'm doing something wrong or right if you don't make any comments about it. So far i've been going off my ratings and that can only tell me so much.
_Black Pitbull