Chalice of Revenge (Ghost X Ruby Laswell)

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"Are you telling the truth?" A woman with short brownish black hair out a knife to my throat, a short Mexican in the chair in front of me.

I nod, swallowing a lump in my throat and feeling the blade make a little slice. "I'm telling you the truth and nothing but it," I vow.

"Proof," the tall Mexican guy that guided me back comes up.

"Pocket, right side.." I gesture to my pocket and the woman looks back to him, nodding. He reached into my pocket, flashing me a smirk, pulling out the patch.

"See? Not lying." I say.

"And you said Philip Graves runs this operation?" She asks with her heavy accent.

"Yes, he does," I state.

"And why tell me this information, American?" She leans towards me.

"Because Graves is an enemy of mine, figured you would do something with that information." I had to bite my tongue in order not to say something to this bitch for getting in my face like I was some mutt out on the street.

She leans back, pocketing the patch. "Cut her ropes."

The man comes over to me, kneeling down and cutting the binding around my ankles and then my wrists on the arms of the wooden chair.

I twist my wrists in the air, able to feel the circulation flow back in.

"Hand her to the guard posted outside of the door, she can wait in the building downstairs until she is needed again. We have matters to discuss," the woman says. The big guy nods to her, shoving me by my back out of the room and around the corner to a tall and slender guard.

"Take her away. The back way." The fat Mexican guy demands.

Alejandro. I nod swiftly to him as he takes my shoulder, guiding me through the hallways.

"Knew you could do it, Wilson," he jokes.

"Told you idiots," I tease back.

"So they bought it? Fully?" Alejandro asks quietly.

"Yes, definitely. Where are the others?" I look around but the hallway was just empty and full of dim lighting. It was a bunker of some sort, but I couldn't tell because of the bag they had put over my head.

"Soap and Ghost managed to knock out and kill a couple guards- stole their suits. They're around in the courtyard trying to blend in."

"Got it, so what's the plan?" I look to him. He looks around, then leans in.

"Key card, and roof."

I nod to him, putting my head back down in a prisoner fashion.

We soon make it out to a court yard, lit up with lights, filled with guards and people, and expensive shit.

"Just act casual, I'm going to wander around." I tell Alejandro. Alejandro then slips a piece of cold metal into my palm, as I tuck it into my sleeve.

He nods to me and pretend shoves me into the yard, as I make my way off into an entrance of a house. I make my way inside, going up a set of stairs and looking around. I enter a room, looking on the desks and counters trying to find any key card laying around.

"Hey! What're you doing in there?" A guard yells at me with his gun up.

I immediately jump. "Oh! Am I not allowed in here? I'm sorry," I say. I put my hands up in a surrender fashion.

"Get out, now. Before I shoot you dead." The guard grinds.

"No worries," I slowly walk towards the door, and slowly thumb the knife from my sleeve. I pull it out, casually stabbing it into the guard's neck where he wouldn't be able to scream. Side trachea tactic.

I look out into the hall, dragging the now dead body  into the room and shoving it into a closet. Would these guys have a card to the roof? More than likely not. I pat down the pockets, but was only able to pull out tactic gear.

"Shit," I hiss. I wipe my knife on the guard's clothing, slipping it back under my sleeve.

I kick his legs inside the closet as I slowly shut the door, entering the hall once again. It was clear.

"How is it going, LT?" Ghost sounds over my ear implant.

"You almost gave me a fucking heart attack. But good. One guard down, no card.." I slowly lock myself in a bathroom. "Hid him in a closet so he's not found anytime soon. Alejandro, where did you say the room was again."

I peek out the door, seeing the coast was still clear.

"That hallway, all the way to your right. The elector is all the way to your left; he is in there, though. But alone. I'd make your shot if I were you- I'll meet you in the elevators."

"Copy," I say as I prepare myself.

"Red, be careful please," Soap pleads.

"Please Soap, I'd have to worry about you tripping over a curb and breaking your face before that," I laugh.

I hear Alejandro laugh in the background and Soap's "humph."

"Right, right," I remember I probably needed a gun. Usually guard's carries hand guns on them- it was all I needed anyways. I walk over to the closet, digging around for the handgun.

"Thanks, Asshole." I say as I spit onto the corpse.

I slowly make my way out into the hall, gun brandished as I make sure to view my surroundings.

"Now or never. Going in hot, 141." I say over the walkie in a whisper.

I approach the door, slowly opening it as it was unlocked. The man was facing away from me, so now was the perfect time. I didn't even need to shoot; just catch him off guard and done.

I crouch run up to him, digging a knife into his neck and let his body weight fall onto the floor.

"That's what I'm talkin' about!" Soap says over the ear piece.

I reach over, grab the key card, and book it for the elevator- they would notice this in a heart beat. I start to crouch, running over to the elevator and seeing a familiar hand wave me over.

"Alejandro!" I exclaim. He slides off the mask, nodding.

"Sí. Top floor, El Sin Nombre is occupied. We may be able to catch them off guard." I nod to him as I swipe the key card, pressing the number five.

"You ready to kick some ass, ladies and gentlemen?" Soap approaches the opening elevator with open arms alongside Ghost.

"Ready as ever, MacTavish." Ghost replies as he looks to me.