Call of Duty Ghosts: The Aftermath

Chapter 32

Logan

As we drive down the road in the truck towards Carlsbad, I sweep around from the standing watch in the back. I know we're nearing the Federation base.

Part of how I know is I have this ominous feeling.

The other part is how crazy fast Keegan is driving.

He's so determined to take down the Federation, and he hurried us to get our gear together so we could get after Trent and Ramon.

An hour ago, we all jumped in the truck, and now we're speeding down the road, following the tire tracks that we discovered near the flag.

Leaning forward, I tap Cameron, who sits in the back seat with Sam and Cody, on the shoulder. He turns around slightly to look up at me.

"What is it, Logan?" He asks, and I sigh.

"I know we're walking into a trap, but I just feel like this is gonna end badly."

Out of the corner of my eye, I see Spike tense up, and I raise my eyebrow.

"Spike, what is it?" I ask, and Spike takes a deep breath, then turns around over the seat.

"It's just.....that's exactly what Slate said when we went to take out Rorke. That he had this bad feeling, and that it wouldn't end well." He reveals, and I stop, then move my gaze to Keegan.

His eyes are still trained directly on the road ahead with determination.

Looking back at me, Cameron shakes his head.

"We all protect each other, Logan. Always." He comforts, and I sigh, then stand back up.

Flicking the binoculars on my helmet down, I swing my gaze around.

Then my eye catches something, and I turn the dial on the side.

Straight ahead I can see a small cluster of buildings, and my eyes widen when I see the Federation flag flying above it.

"KEEGAN, STOP!" I shout, then the truck screeches to a stop, and I slam against the side.

Groaning, I lift up the binoculars. Everyone turns to look at me, and Keegan raises his eyebrow.

"What?"

I point towards the buildings.

"There's your base, right there," I say, pointing straight ahead. "It's pretty small, but I wouldn't take any chances," I suggest, and Keegan nods.

"You're right. From here, we move on foot." He orders, and we all jump out of the truck.

Holding my Honey Badger at the ready, I follow at Keegan's side as we lead the group towards the buildings. His sniper rifle is slung over his shoulder, and his hands are tight around his Remington R5.

We sneak through the trees, hidden by the shadows.

Approaching the base, I look up to see a soldier walking along the roof, watching. My hand flies to the side, holding everyone back.

"Guard on the roof. Stay low." I say, but Keegan shakes his head.

"We don't have time for this."

Slinging his rifle from his back, he screws the silencer to the end.

I shake my head.

"Keegan, don't-"

"Shut up, Logan, and keep your head down." He growls, and I frown.

Raising his rifle, he puts his eye to the scope, then a second later, he pulls the trigger. The silencer completely decimates the noise, and the guard falls dead on the roof.