Plan B

Plan B -56-

"I'm gonna enjoy this," I chuckled as I got the voice desguise on.
"Remember, she might have intel on Makarov," Price reminded. "See if you can find anything out before you get rid of her."
"Rogar that," I sighed, my voice much deeper, if you want to get into detail I sounded like Cad Bane. All you Star Wars geeks would know, me and Heatstroke were major nerds with that as kids. The mask made everything seem dark, like a pair of full face sunglasses. And behind that door was the bain of my exsistence, no not my mom, that whore Silvia. This was my revenge.
I was wearing something similiar to a weilders mask, and this clunky suit that looked like something a scobadiver would wear. I gave Price one last look before opening the door and stepping in. On a cart was every last torture devise, all at my fingertips. And yet, dispite my eager blood thirt for vengance, I was near crippling from a headache.
I exaimined Silvia, just to get a mental picture of what she would look like before I'm through with her. Soap had shot her leg through the wall and air vents, so we crudly wrapped that up for now. I got behind the chair and pushed it forward then back into place, "Get up!"
She was up in an instent, well awake at least, we strapped her to a chair. She looked aorund wildly before asking, "W-Where am I?"
"Shut up," I barked getting back in front of her.
"Who are you?" She questioned with much fear, actually she barely managed the words enough to keep it English.
I leaned in closer, just a foot from her face, grinning behind my mask I chuckled, "I'm your worst nightmare."
She was now near hyperventilating, how did I know, just the sound of how fast and nervous her breathing was. "What do you want from me?"
"I'll ask the questions here," I inturrupted. "Now, if you'd just cooperate, this will be over so much quicker."
"And what makes you think I'll talk," She sneered with some new found bravery.
"Oh you will," I laughed maniackaly. "You'll have to, if you want to save every last thing you care about."
She aquired eyes the size of dinner plates, "What did you do to Makarov?"
Oh god, tell me she isn't in love with him. Tell me that I didn't bump my head on something and I'm in crazy land. "What? He your boyfriend or something?"
"No," She spat. "Just my only sorce of income now." And why am I not surprised, oh wait, she's a cheapass, frugal, hooker. That's why.
"Why not you tell me now," I soothed in an evil way. "Do you know where Makarov is hiding out currently?"
"How should I know," She asked sinking into the seat. "He didn't tell me."
"Oh I think you know," I inquired. "Just you're being stubborn. But every person has a breaking point. Now all I have to do is find yours." I picked up a scalple, this will be fun. "Where is he?"
"I won't tell you," She told me with a stiff upper lip. I gently possitioned the tip of the blade on her bare arm.
"You'll tell me now," I warned getting pressure ready.
"No I won't." She argued. Like a spring I let the scalple sink into her flesh, earning a rare scream. I ripped it out, followed by a bunch of Portugese swears. "He went to Afganistan! There's an imformant he needs to meet with in order for more ammo!" Too easy.
"Where in Afganistan?" I pressed on, the scalple ready to dig into her hand.
"Kabul!" She wailed. That was all I needed to know. I let the scaple ease away from her veins and she let out a sigh of releif.
"Now that wasn't so hard was it," I retorted mockingly. "You wanna know something else?"
"W-WHat?" SHe staggered out.
I pulled my mask off and my hair fell down to my shoulders. I whipped out a gun and smiled in satisation, "You're of no more us to me."
Her eyes filled with tears and she started to shout all sorts of Portugese, not like I cared. I pulled the trigger and listened to the bam of of the desert eagle as she fell limp against the restrainsts. I was glad her head was down with hair covering it, I didn't want to see the glassy dead look in her eyes.
Ghost and Soap both came in and asked, "So what did you get out of her?"
"Looks like we're going to Kabul. Makarov's meeting an imformant there." I replied.
"Afganistan," Soap pondered. "Thought I wouldn't have to look at that sand pit again."
"Same here." I sighed. "At least we won't have to see a dead Shepard body."
"True," Soap resonded still thinking. "I see if me and Price are wanted there. Well being searched for anyways."
"ALright." I sighed looked back at Silvia's corpes. I was glad I killed her. ANd so we left the room to go on with our buisness.

"Freaking paranoia," Price ranted as he got on some big aviator sunglasses. "I hate going in disguise. Do I have to shave too?"
"Maybe," GHost pondered for a moment. "Well at least people know you're alive. Last I checked, I was reported dead."
"Well at least people aren't searching for you," SOap pointed out. He had an old baseball cap on to hide his mohawk. Well we would have shaved it, but he was reluctant to keep it. Thank god, he'd look too weird without it. Either way he also had a pair of sunglasses on to hide some of his face. I hate knowing wanted people. "And I hate this stupid cap. It just reminds me of Gaz too much."
"Well at least it doesn't have a union jack on it," Price reminded in a as-a-matter-of-facty tone. "Can anyone spell OBVIOUS?"
"Well yes, Price, anyone here can." I chuckled at the fact I didn't need to hide myself. I just could go on with just my hat and be fine.

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A/N: Well here's Scarabs revenge. WHOOT! Now they have to get their ass's to Kabul, Afganistan.

In other news this is probably the most goofy, has absoluty nothing to do with anything video of Call of Duty I have EVER found. Check it out or Scarab will do what she did to Silvia on you.