Ghost

. V I R T O U S .

OUTSIDE TKACHIRI PRISON, GEORGIA

Tyler and Ghost led Ketevan to the street where several of their allies were firing at the police. 

"In the cars. Go, move!" Tyler instructed, pushing Ketevan into the back seat with her kids while Ghost got in the passenger side, reloading her M4 and grabbing a grenade launcher. Tyler ran around to the drivers side, Nik and Yaz following in their car. Ghost aimed the gun out the window, firing at the large gate in front of the vehicle. 

"Everyone okay? Kids, you good?" Tyler asked, glancing in the backseat. 

"Where's father? You told me he was coming." Sandro asked his mother in Georgian, not knowing that Tyler could understand it.

"He'll meet us after." Ketevan responded, hating that she had to lie to her children.

Tyler reached behind him into the back seat, opening a hatch in the floor. Several bulletproof vests were there, and he instructed them to put them on and get on the floor. Ketevan helped her children with their vests, closing the vest box and aiding her kids to the floor of the car. 

"Threat coming from the front," Tyler spoke into his radio, turning left while Ghost shot at the approaching vehicle, killing the driver as the car swerved on the road, the passenger still shooting at their vehicle. 

"Roger" Nik voice can through the radio as Ketevan said, "Those are Zurabs men."

Nik instructed team three to move up, reassuring Tyler that her and Yaz would cover his six. "Got it. You, get rid of these guys." He told Ghost, who nodded in response, unbuckling her seatbelt and twisting her torso out the window so she was sitting on the car door and facing the enemy vehicles. Yaz was doing the same, aiming for the blue cars tires as Ghost shot at the driver. The car rolled, crashing into a few trees before catching fire.

"One threat down, One threat down!" Nik voice came over the radio.  Team three shot down two more vehicles, sending them crashing into a road block. 

"Okay, we just pushed the last two of them down. Drive, drive, drive!" Nik spoke into the radio as Ghost made her way back inside the vehicle.

The three vehicles drove down a dirt road, maintaining formation. Turning a corner, an explosive went off just before Tylers car, two soldiers on motorcycles coming towards them from the left and more cars ahead of them. "Contact front!" Tyler spoke. "Turn right, turn right!"

He cursed as he turned the car onto a back road, Ghost reloaded the grenade launcher and crawled back out the window. 

"Shit. We've got multiple bikes, and then an armed UTV, military grade." Nik said, swerving to avoid an explosion.

"Stack up. Don't let them between us." Tyler ordered, trying to avoid trees. Ghost fired the grenade launcher at the ground in front of one of the bikes, sending both it and the rider flying into the air. 

"Nagazi are here!" Ketevan informed from the backseat. "Soldiers. These men are killers!" She was trying to help Tyler and Ghost as much as she could, wanting to protect her children.

"Yeah, so am I." Tyler spoke. "Him too." He glanced at Ghost, who was still shooting at their tails. Somehow, she managed to give him a thumbs up, ignoring the fact that he called her a man. She was used to it by now, and if anything it helped protect her identity. 

She had faked her own death when she was eighteen, going missing from the camp she was held at, in Russia. She hadn't spoken or revealed herself to anyone since, except for when she had to go undercover. She lived three lives; her identity as Ghost (which was her primary), Y/n L/n (who she actually was), and whatever false identity she had to be for undercover missions (often some weird rich person). Now, at 27, she had millions of dollars in cash, stashed away, from all her crazy jobs as a mercenary.