Call of Duty Ghosts: The Aftermath

Chapter 8

KEEGAN

Merrick paces back and forth as I follow him with my eyes, Kick sitting against the wall, looking up at the ceiling. I shake my head.

"Merrick, stop pacing. It's not going to help the Walkers any more than standing around would." I say casually, and Merrick turns his head, glaring at me.

"Shut it, Keegan. We need to figure out what to do." He says, and I sigh.

"Well, we're doing a bang up job, sitting around like this."

Then I hear Kick's radio crackle a little, and Kick snaps his head down. I look up.

"Kick, what is it?" I ask, and he jumps up.

"I had it tuned in to a Federation station before we ran. I didn't know it was still on!"

Merrick stops and looks over.

"That signal is weak. They must be nearby." He says, and Kick walks over to us and puts the radio on the table. Words and voices start to crackle in.

"Nos han... ordenado mover... el resto nuestras... tropas." A Federation soldier says. I look up at Merrick, who stares at Kick, who looks back at me.

"Abajo a... América del... Sur, la base?" Another soldier asks, the static making it hard to hear, but it's still understandable.

Merrick looks up at me.

"You know Spanish. Do you know what they're saying?" He asks, and I shrug.

"I roughly understand...I think the first one said that their troops are moving out, and the second one said South America?" I say with uncertainty. I look back down at the radio, then pick it up and turn up the volume, the feed becoming clearer.

"Comenzaron la tortura con los chicos." 

I raise my eyebrow.

"I definitely heard torture in there somewhere," I say worriedly.

Kick shifts his feet uncomfortably.

"That's not good." He says, and I turn around.

"Now, come on. They could mean-"

"Rorke tiene a David y Logan en los pozos." Another soldier says.

"Si. Muy bueno."

My eyes widen, and I look up at Merrick.

"He has them. He has Logan and Hesh. Down in South America."

Kick leans on my shoulder and glances between Merrick and me.

"So, what do we do?" He asks, and Merrick shakes his head.

"I have no idea. I mean, we DO know where they are now. They're in South America, at the Federation base. We know roughly where it's located, from when we had tracked Rorke before, but there's no way we can get in there without any firepower. And now, learning that Rorke has both Hesh and Logan, and over the radio, we heard them say 'torture', so I can only think that Rorke has both Hesh and Logan in a pit like Logan was for seven months."

I take a deep breath and cross my arms.

"Well, that's just great."

RORKE

I flip through the folder with the pictures of both Logan and Hesh, picking out a picture of Logan.

I stare at it and the face paint that closely resembles Hesh's.

Flipping through again I pick out a picture from when he was a kid. Him and Hesh. It's taken at their house in San Diego before ODIN hit. Logan looks like he's about 16, and Hesh looks like he's 18.