Proving Myself To Ghost

Capture Alive

Stepping into the patio area of the estate I take in my surroundings. A couple dozen people mill about with drinks in their hands while soft music plays. A large pool sits in the center with no one enjoying its waters. I place my hand to my ear,

"Boom in place, copy," I mumble as I walk towards the bar.

"Copy," I hear spoken one by one as everyone chimed into the comms, so far so good.

I reach the bar and order a club soda. The last thing I need to do is drink alcohol and muddle my senses but I need to blend in, no one will know this isn't the vodka and soda it appears to be. I grab the drink and take a slow sip while subtly looking around at the crowd. Everywhere I look I see faces familiar to me from their intel folders. Warlords, cartel leaders, and even a couple government officials are all here. This party would be an amazing victory for anyone who came in and did a massive arrest of everyone, but these scummy people get to taste freedom a little longer as the location of missiles that could instigate WWIII is of more importance right now.

I begin wandering around, giving a flirtatious smile to anyone who made eye contact with me and as the night wore on and more alcohol flowed they became more brazen as they begin approaching me and offering me their company for the night. I force myself to playfully flirt back while trying to pry information from them about the location of El Sin Nombre.

Eventually my questioning lucks out as I begin talking to a short sweaty man who has just returned from his private meeting with the elusive cartel leader,

"I really need to impress my dad and get in to see them," I whine while placing my hand on their shoulder and fluttering my lashes.

"Mmmm, I bet you can impress a lot of men, can't you?" he slurs back through glassy eyes. The smell of stale alcohol wafts off his skin into my nostrils, I do everything to keep myself from gagging.

I giggle behind my hand, "you flatterer, you say that to all the ladies," I say as I pretend to be drunk and slightly sway on my feet.

"Come, I can show you where they're at," he smirks as he grabs my hand and leads me towards the large building.

"What are you doing?" I hear a British accent growl out over the comm in my ear.

I ignore him as I follow the drunken man to the elevator. He pushes a button and we begin ascending as he tries wrapping an arm around my waist and yanks me to him, his erection more than evident through his slacks,

"Someone might see us," I force out through a feigned giggle as I push him back. The alcohol coursing through his veins works in my favor as he stumbles back into the side of the elevator.

"That's fine, we're almost there," he winks as the elevator comes to a stop.

We step out and he points down the hallway to a large set of double doors, telling me that's where El Sin Nombre is as he grabs my hand and yanks me through a different door into a small, empty room. He immediately begins running his hands up my dress and bunches it above my ass before I can fully react. I try pushing him off but he leans in with his sheer, drunken weight as we both tumble towards the wall.

I hear the glass break behind us and an unnatural sound fill the room as skull bone cracks. I look up to see the once drunken glassy eyes are a different type of glassy now as blood trickles down his forehead. I jump backwards as his body crashes down, dead, the gaping hole on the back of his skull in full view as bits of bone and brain matter stick to his hair.

"Boom, do you copy?" I hear Ghost's voice over the comms gruffly, some type of emotion in his voice that I can't quite make out.

I turn around and peer out the window to the hill far away and see the slightest glint of a sniper scope and press my finger to my ear,