Ghosts of the Past (A Call Of Duty: Ghosts Fanfiction)

Chapter Twenty Eight

"Come on," Logan took up a spot beside me. "We don't have long. Rorke will expect me to join him soon with his...hunt."

    I immediately understood why Logan didn't untie the tight binds. He faked a harsh grasp, moving more intimidatingly as he pushed me through the woods and back to the base. We both stayed quiet as we navigated the halls. I knew we were going to leave this place...

   "What about Riley?"

    Logan let out a low whistle, a short snap of air. There was whine and then the German Shepherd bounced in from the open doorway of my quarters. Planned...it had been planned. All of it.

    We reached a side door, and Logan punched in the same 56426 code. I realized if spelled out onto a keypad, the numbers would have made the name Logan...it'd been right there the whole time. Riley stayed next to me as we slipped through the door, focused as the soldier who led us. I glanced over my shoulder in concern.

    It seemed too easy.

    Logan slowed us as we came along the backside of a smaller, secondary garage. We reached the edge, peeking around it in stealth. There were a few guards, their conversation in an accented language as they placed bets on the soccer game they watched. Logan grumbled lowly and then nodded over where a smaller SUV sat, shiny in the dim lighting.

    I reached for Logan's pistol and he let out a low hiss, glaring at me. "It's the only way to do it quick, rid the world of those pathetic fucks, and then get out of here."

    "Not all of them are pathetic fucks," Logan growled and then shifted his bodyweight. "I'll deal with them, you get in the driver's seat."

    I reminded myself that Logan still had attachment to the men sitting in the chair and the rest of those milling about in the base. He was a long way from being completely back to us. I had to remember to keep my walls up with him. Logan still had a lot of Carter in there.

    The man in front of me, popped around the corner fully, causing the two unexpectant soldiers to dart upright. Logan reassured them, taking their attention back to the game and starting brief conversation in Spanish. I used their turned backs to my advantage.

    "Come on Riley," I whispered, gripping his back lightly as I took off in a half-crouch across the opening.

    We reached the backside of the SUV and then snaked to the driver's side. I carefully opened the back door, letting Riley jump in silently. My legs stayed braced as I pressed the door closed and then moved to get into the driver's seat.

    "Keys," I muttered, scrambling to find something to use; I really didn't want to hotwire it.

    One of the soldiers caught sight of me in the SUV and made a louder remark. Logan said something back and then the two guards braced. Before they could fully grab their pistols, Logan shot them both dead. Even I could hear the echo of the shots and knew the base would be on alert now.

    "Drive," Logan hustled to get in, throwing me a set of keys.

    I didn't hesitate to start the vehicle, the engine roaring to life and not complaining when I started off hasty on the pedal. Logan glanced back at Riley, who obediently laid down on the back seat. He gripped the gun he'd swiped off one of the guards, positioned downward between his legs, and used his other hand to stay steady against the door.

    "Where are we even going?"

    "We need to get out of range, ditch the car, and then find a place to regroup for a bit."

    Simple plan, but not as easy to physically complete.

    "Do you mind?" I demanded, motioning to my bound hands that made it difficult to drive.