Seven Phantom Ghosts: Book 1

Chapter Seven

Eight years ago - March 13th - 1130 - Unknown facility

    It had been two years since Wade and Mason had been sent into the training program that was being funded by an organization that had no name to it, or just one they didn't want to give out in case things went south. They both woke up to an explosion that wasn't the usual explosion that they heard off in the distance, this one was rather close, too fucking close. They were rocked out of their cot and menacingly looked out their window and saw only a dust cloud of debris outside by the CQC field. Because of them being Candidates for the "Phantom Ghost" Project, they had a different training schedule, where the standard trainee's trained all day, every day, Wade, Mason, and anyone else who is a part of the Project are allowed to have their weekends off: Weekends that consist of nothing but sleep and food. They and everyone else who wasn't training at the time went to investigate what the hell had just happened.

    Wade was the first to get to the site and saw that the explosion had left a crater the size of two of the transfer buses, which most likely meant that was what blew the fuck up. The general area of the explosion was still smoking, and everything was still difficult to see through, but he could smell burning flesh and what looked like chunks of charred and disfigured severed limbs, and all he heard were two voices, both of them filled with excitement.

    "Holy Shit, Frenchie, did you see how that transfer bus blew the fuck up?! Holy shit, I think we got the driver too!" Laughing could be heard throughout the entire Ground Zero.

    "Jesus Christ, McCune, how much explosives did you use on that bus?!"

    McCune was quiet for a minute then finally said, "....All of it...."

    "DAMN IT, YOU DUMB FUCK, WE WERE GOING TO NEED THE REST FOR ANOTHER ONE!"

    "Well, you got to admit that that was one hell of an explosion, right?"

    "Hell yes, it was!"

    Wade was able to finally pinpoint where the two voices were and followed the laughter until he came across two individuals, who both had the same branded barcode on them as he and Mason did, "Hey, who the hell are you guys?"

    The short ginger looked over at Wade and sized him up, "Hey French, this half pint shit wants to know who we are. He must be new here to not know who the fuck we are."

    "Calm down, McCune. If the half pint wants to know who the fuck we are, then we'll be kind enough to tell him....before killing him and throwing him in the fires that the bus made when a part of it ignited one of the tents on fire." French stood up and approached the small kid, only to be stopped by one of the other instructors who wasn't on the bus, but was near it when it went off, and grabbed French by his shirt with smoke still fuming off of their cindered uniform.

    "You sons of bitches: Do you have any idea how many kids you just killed? Do you know how far you have set this facility back?"

    "Do you think I fucking care about your fucking facility? If anything we're helping you people out because the more damage we cause, the more new shit you'll get. So what's a few fucking kids, most of them were going to die out here anyways because they are either too weak or too stupid to survive out here."

    "Why you ungrateful little shit!" The instructor went to punch French, but before he was able to hit him, he took a head butt to the face and dropped French. He growled and went back at him again, and took seven punches to his torso, then took an uppercut to his jaw and stumbled back a step or two. Right before he went back at French, he was clotheslined, but instead of hitting the ground, he fell onto French's knee and felt his back break from being forced onto the pointed bone focused directly onto his spine. He rolled onto the ground and tried to get up, but could move the way he desired and was looking like nothing more than a flailing child throwing a tantrum.