Hotel Six: A Call of Duty Fanfiction

Chapter 30: Fault

"What intel did you find, Gal?" asked Ghost, bounding alongside her upon her arrival home.

Jessica inched away from him as they walked. "Makarov's got a contact he wants to kill, probably because he's got intel of some sort. Kreigler's his name." 

"Kreigler," echoed MacTavish. "He was Al Asad's nuclear arms dealer and transport. 

"Sounds like he was supposed to set up a deal with the Ultranationalists in Al Kanammam when we arrived and he abandoned ship," she continued. "Makarov's probably not too happy that he bitched out at the first sign of danger."

"Guess it's time to look into him, then, eh?" asked Ghost. He looked at Jessica. "Where do we find this guy?"

"He's on Flight 27 from Samara to Kataisi, Georgia. I looked it up, and it sounds like it leaves in two days at 08:45 their time."

Ghost smiled. "Perfect."

The Captain nodded. "Good job, Lone. Is your contact goin' to be on that flight?"

"Possibly," she replied, pulling at her shirt collar as she spoke.

"Ach." He stroked the little bit of beard that was growing on his face. "That might mess things up for ya if he gets caught in the crossfire. You going to be alright findin' a new contact if that happens?"

She looked away from him. "Wouldn't bother me one bit if he got killed, quite honestly, sir."

MacTavish uttered an approving hum. "Excellent. Ghost, get your gear together, we're headin' out, asap." He gave one last glance to Jess. "I'm gonna let you sit this one out; you deserve it."

Ghost seemed disgruntled as MacTavish left. "Why the hell are you messing with your clothes so much?" he suddenly inquired.

"What..?" she said, stopping when she realized she was adjusting her shirt. "Nothing. Why does it matter?"

"You keep fidgeting, it's pissing me off," he jeered.

She rolled her eyes. "Whatever, Ghost, shut up. It's been a stressful week."

He smiled. "You know, you could have fucked your contact. Might have taken the edge off, make you less anxious."

Jessica gave him a sickened look. "Back off, Riley," she growled. "Do you ever quit running your damn mouth?"

As she walked away, his expression turned confused. "C'mon, Gal, I was kidding. Can't you take a joke?" She didn't reply and he strode after her. "Hey!"

"Please, don't follow me," she said, stopping to look over her shoulder. "I've gotta go... And you've got gear to check." With that, she left him standing in the hall.

Ghost couldn't let it go. Something about Lone's behaviour was driving him crazy, but he couldn't figure out what he had done to deserve her aggravation. "Roach," he said as the man walked by. "You and Lone Wolf are friends, right?"

Roach made a face. "Who?"

"Jess."

"Oh," he said. "I didn't know we were calling her that now... Umm, yeah, we are. Why?"

Ghost let the slide come forward on his pistol and nodded as it snapped firmly into place. "Haven't been able to talk to her lately without her getting irked with me. I was wondering if she's told you anything."

Roach shook his head. "No, I don't think so."

"Gotcha."

"Should I tell her you asked? I'm sure she would be flattered," he said.