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

Chapter Thirty Five

Keegan slowly clicked open the door as he tucked his rifle to the side and then snuck in. As he latched on to one of the unsuspecting officers with graceful speed, Logan pounced on the other. Both necks of the men snapped as I rotated in and then moved through the short room to the other door.

    "Bridge should stay clear," Keegan spoke lowly, his deep voice that one of extreme focus. 

    Should. I was hesitant as we breached through the opening across the black bridge built with some solid steel. Out in the open, we were the biggest and easiest targets to anyone within view of the bridge. 

    "Rorke thinks this place is low on the priority list and well hidden from us," Keegan reported as a gust of wind throttled our crossing. 

    Even with the layers on, I felt the ferocity of that chill. I wiggled my shoulders, glancing over my shoulder to where Logan was silently following our path. My sudden dislike of him being behind us made my throat go dry. Though I'd lied to Keegan and tried to ignore my pressing negative feelings toward him, being in the field with him was entirely different to fake comfort with.

    "We shouldn't have an issue, but hopefully extraction won't come to swimming," Keegan peered over the edge of the bridge as we walked, shaking his head. "That water is freezing and will kill."

    "Good to know when I throw anyone out a window," I managed through a shiver.

    Keegan shot a surprised glance over his shoulder, his painted balaclava hiding the rest of his features. It wasn't a usual comment from me, we both knew that, but I looked away in a casual manner to eye the roaring river curving around the upcoming structure with dangerous force. One slip and it would mean tumbling to our deaths.

    "The ammo should be in the top levels of the main building—ready for pick up from helicopters," Logan's voice was gruff as he pushed past me to address Keegan. 

    We had reached the other side of the wide bridge and were not met with any disagreement of our presence. I had a feeling that Keegan and the general had chosen a time when there would be less people and less of a chance to alerting the factory. 

    "Our sources also spoke of them carrying out deliveries through vehicles underground," Keegan eyed Logan with a leveling blue gaze. "Not the sky." 

    "Your sources must not be very accurate then," Logan, or I had this inkling Carter had shown his face for now, didn't back down from the intense expression Keegan gave him. "It'll be easier for exfil if we go high and meet them on the north side." 

    I knew the argument was never going to get anywhere. The two of them, with their positions of leading, were only going to clash. I was the third and outweighing person. 

    My eyes traveled up to where the top floor of the factory sat not far above. The bridge met the main structure at about the midway point. To access the other minority buildings, one would've had to take entrances from lower inside the main complex. I trusted our sources enough to know there was nothing worth checking in smaller buildings; I trusted their words that the buildings would already have been thoroughly checked, but by what means I had no idea. 

    Following the sight of the main building down off the edge of the connecting bridge, I watched how it spread out in uneven places to the ground. The river rushed around the smaller establishments, creating a large island that the factory property had been built on. 

    The two men to my right were lowly going back and forth when I snapped my attention back at them. I cleared my throat, shoving between the two of them as I broke up their tension.