A Ghost's uprising

Darkness......bells ringing, the powerful  ear shattering sound and sensation of explosion after explosion.

    The Relaxed sound of breathing against protective padding of a C.O.M (combat oriented mask..think of Elliot salem's mask from the game "army of two" but the eyes are aren't exposed and are  covered by reflective golden tinted smart glass in the mask itself  that  can change to what ever colours the wearer chooses and other useful goodies) was all that could be experienced by the sense of hearing and feel.

A person  is laying faced down partially buried within a mass of dismembered limbs and broken torso's of what was once an army.  His back the only indication of his existence among the desert sands now stained a dark red by the blood of indoctrinated radical's willing to fight and die for an oppressive power hungry regime, who's body's now blown to meaty chunks that littered the sand. A tank ....Charred  yet remarkably still intact but  disabled from the recent  bombardment stood 10ft away from the living soldier surrounded by the dead.

   Not too far from the unconscious soldier was a man jogging His only thoughts were  getting to his package "This thing better be right."  He distastefully spoke under his breath. Never fully trusting technology for its possibility of malfunction in extreme temperatures . For all he knew the person he was searching  for could have already been blown to pieces.

Stopping occasionally to deal with contacts that posed a threat to him. Which was everyone, hell both him and his partner would be breaking multiple peace treaty's if some one found out they were operating in the middle of this.

With the recollection of the battalion his partner infiltrated being torn to shreds by I.S.M's  from the opposing faction. Suddenly the electronic tablet strapped to his wrist vibrated notifying that a signal was detected. A slight feeling of doubt lingering in his conscious  "His gear may be cutting edge but he couldn't have survived that with out losing a limb.

The man thought to himself before increasing his pace toward  the direction  his wrist pad suggested.  "Then again" the man thought " The  bastard survived  far  worse things". He quickly dismissed the thought as he slid down a steep dune , the man now walking at a relaxed pace knowing full well  the fight shifted elsewhere.

The signal lead him to a grim spectacle, the sick smell of rotting flesh never fazed him as he walked into the red  dessert sands. ignoring the sounds of bones breaking and organs squishing, spewing putrid smelling liquids on his dark combat boots. The man stopped his advance, glancing at the lower left corner of his smart shades (think of the sun glasses  in black ops II) his ever so elusive partner's signature showed he was some where in front of him.

carefully examining the ground in front of him, seeing nothing but the extreme gore he's grown accustomed to over the years he's been in service for both MI6 and the C.I.A S.A.D. suddenly noticing something that stuck out in the field of dark colours of burnt flesh and bloodstained desert camouflage.  A glowing bright white stained in iridescent crimson basking in  the blazing Arabian sun .

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GHOST, another known alias.....Casper

  feeling himself leaving the comfort of unconsciousness now returning to dreaded consciousness.  Hearing the sounds of distant pop corn like pops of bullets breaking the sound barrier.....listening to the distant orchestra of sounds being conducted by war playing its mentality shattering melody.

 "Come on GET UP"

Hearing a stern but muffled command he Suddenly felt himself being turned over as his handler dug him out of his bloody resting place,  a hand clasp his wrist pulling him to his feet "Good to see yo-"  before the man could finish his sentence he prevented Ghost from falling "Almost thought you pegged out  on me there when that  I.S.M (intelligent . Self guided. Mortar ) gave you a proper welcome". Boisterously laughing at his own joke while simultaneously assisting his hooded friend  Regain his bearing.

With the ringing in his ears, lightheadedness and  dark blotches that plagued  the young soldiers senses  beginning  to recede he faintly muttered incoherent syllables. "Easy Casper,  wait until your  orthostatic hypotension has fully subsided".

Upon hearing his only nickname Ghost  took a step back away from the mans embrace, slowly lifting  his pounding head to slowly recognize  the burly middle aged man wearing  desert camouflage +base ball hat with his trademark Intervention sniper rifle slug behind his back.

 "Hammond.....what happened" said the groggy teen still  recovering from his recent plight .

Suddenly void of his previous compassion Hammond  sharply replied "Doesn't matter Ghost "  as he finished his sentence he tossed his antique M1911 to Ghost , now realizing that it was time to be serious.  Seeming as if the man was a completely different person flatly said "First things first....do you have the data?"

Ghost  looked  around him an ever so  familiar sinking in his chest returned as he saw the remains of what was once his platoon. Sure they were secretly his enemy and him being nothing more than a infiltrator who's job was to download data from hard drives in an enemy base but they were his friends none the less.....

The data was irrelevant  to the young man, all that mattered was him following orders. But shortly after gathering the data  he was suddenly deployed by the order of his superiors having no choice with out blowing his cover he went with the main forces to  sack the city of Dubai with a number of 300.000 soldiers and tanks strong. His plan B was to meet up with his handler and exchange the data.

A tinge of silent anger oozed  into Ghosts chest. The thought that his handler cared more for a USB than the fact he could have been killed. Joining the same fate as the others around him. But his mission came first.

"Yeah" whispered the  white hooded soldier his voice barely audible through his C.O.M's voice amplifier.

Ghost reached for his left back pocket surprised to feel the USB still intact handing it to Hammond.

"Excellent." Hammond complimented .

"How can .......this not faze you Hammond?" Ghost asked in a disgusted tone

Hammond chuckled and replied in a cold tone " simple lad, I don't allow it to"

Checking the pistols magazine  Ghost nonchalantly countered his answer with yet another question  "Don't you think it's fucked up how  you  just lack any form of huma- "  before ghost finished his last syllable he felt a torrent of pure excruciating pain ravage his body.  Ghosts knees buckled causing him to fall again in the crimson sand again among  his former comrades he personally called friends, in the  fetal position clutching his head screaming in pain.

"Me? Fucked up?" Hammond said in a smug tone. "Well look who's talking as if they grown a pair along with a sense of morality". Ignoring Ghosts desperate pleas to cease the pain. Hammond spoke in a slow and mocking tone that could effortlessly destroy any mans self-esteem "Considering your uh........" Pausing for a lack of better terms further prolonging Ghosts suffering. "....Past episodes I seriously suggest you  thinking  to your self who is the real fucked up person."

" By the way since we are talking about this now, I couldn't help but notice that you seem to have forgotten your place...."  Hammond then slowly walked towards the soldier . crouching in front of ghost so he could see Hammond's blood stained combat boots. "If you ever speak to me like that again with any more outbursts like that I can personally ensure the end or your worthless pathetic excuse for a life or maybe worse,  send you  back to indoctrination ."

Ghost could only respond with whimpers. "The turds I shit out are worth more than you are.....that's all you are ...a worthless mistake that will never amount to  anything  other than the little bitch that you were and still are the moment you entered the program. ....you're a failure that will never live up to the expectations set before you. You will never be good enough No matter what you do you will never succeed .  you'll  forever be an outcast that will never be accepted by anyone because you're to fucked up In the head. No one likes you. You will never be loved. I'm the closest thing to friend you will ever have. " Hammond cruelly whispered to Ghosts screaming shrivelling  being knowing full well he heard every single syllable he had said through his C.O.M's  built it wireless communicator.

"Do I make myself clear?"

Within Ghost's torture he found the strength to scream the words "CRYSTAAl!"  His answer ending in groans of pain as the pain flushed from his body.

"Good. Now get up, we have important people to meet in Dubai."

Ghost oblivious to  Hammond's  words burning itself forever embedded into his sub consciousness along with the memory's of his past experiences in that horrible horrible place.  ghost thoughtfully worded his next sentence as he slowly got himself back on his feet "I thought the city was under siege. Sir"

"I doubt it's still going, do you hear anything dip shit ?"  Ghost answered with a shake of his head. " those uptight Arabs wouldn't let anything near their precious tourist attraction of a city." Hammond motioned with his right hand for his package to follow. While Walking Hammond said  "But I have to admit I'm Surprised the eggheads in the lab actually made something that actually works for once"  referring to Ghost's experimental shield tech.

Hammond and ghost picked up their pace. Ghost noticed the blood soaked in his bright Snow White hoodie began to expel through the hexagon patterned nano fabric that clung tightly to ghost's torso .

The fabric in Ghost's hoodie(assuming his shield was for some reason temporally disabled ) is easily capable of protecting him against small to medium caliber weapons. But he wasn't invincible even with the hoodies innovative technology like its self repair  program and invisibility program which ghost is  absolutely restricted from using unless authorised a result  his "episodes" brought upon him.

The fabric's thickness was very very thin yet strong and flexible enough to never restrict ghost of movement  and breathing what so ever and cling to his body comfortably to show off his superb muscles and slimness (ghosts hoodie was very special. And it showed off his body  ....let's put it at that.).

Ghost glanced into the eyes of the dead soldiers as he ran past them wondering how so many could be killed with out a single chance to live. Thinking if this war was actually fair.

But war fare has modernized to the point drones and smart weapons do all the slaughtering. Brain washing techniques evolve to a neuroscientific scale....but that didn't bother ghost  All that mattered was that  he  get to Dubai for further orders from  his superior's  he then proceeded to look out into the sunny desert land where a distant city gleamed in the horizon.

Both soldiers made it to a storage facility in the out skirts of the city, ghost following Hammond's lead as he roamed the complex looking for something.

"Ah hah" said Hammond

Between  two storage buildings sitting in the golden rays of the early afternoon sun was the latest model of an Aston martin, "Get in through the passenger side." ordered Hammond

The sports car was a glossy orange color which gleamed in the sun profusely.

"Nooo I thought I was supposed to get in by the damn boot." Thought  Ghost ,silently  compiling .

When both individuals stepped in a holographic HUD appeared when Hammond pushed the on button

 "Now we can enter the city in style" Hammond smugly said .

Hidden behind his C.O.M Ghost rolled his eyes with a silent sigh of annoyance .

Hammond removed the sniper rifle and put it in the car by folding it.

Before driving out the complex ghost was told to contact his handlers alerting them of their eta.

Having safely entered the major city of Dubai now a technologically advance paradise complete with glamorous mega malls and extravagant hotels only affordable by the internationally elite  8.67% . This city was built by slaves tricked by Arabian officials, flying from developing country's thinking that they would be working to pay their family's and start new lives for themselves and their family's. Only to have their passports taken away and forced to build Dubai's elaborate monuments and sky scrapers    exclusively for the privileged .

Ghost looked out the window of the sports car as if from a cliche movie scene watching the many eye catching attractions pass by. Before his curiosity got the best of him.

Ghost looked to his right towards the driver "Hammond?"

"Aye?" Hammond said obviously busy showing off the car, always slowing down  near bends delaying from pressing on the petrol pedal checking out the local and foreign women going along with their business.

"Where are we going?"

"You'll find our when we get there" muttered Hammond obviously annoyed

A sigh left ghosts lips not audible through his C.O.M ,mentally noting and always wondered along with feeling slightly agitated  with why was information  always held back from him.

Hammond proceeded to explain something.

The plan was simple. Due to security reasons (which were also held back from ghost)  the duo had to enter the same building at different entrances. Although ghost wasn't giving any details of the name of the building

 Ghost was to enter through the main entrance, Hammond through the underground metro under the parking lot.

"Remember Casper no funny business, talk to the informant, he will hook you up with directions and what you need. Then  get to the elevator and head to where you need to go" warned Hammond in a stern tone.

"Understood" ghost replied  grabbing his white back pack ghosts free hand removed his mask he felt a chill run down his spine as he felt the cool air greet his bare face. tossing Hammond his C.O.M  before stepping out the car but was stopped short by Hammond again

"aren't you forgetting something lad?"  Giving him a confused look that made Hammond sigh of annoyance before speaking rudely. "My Gun dip shit, how do you expect to get through security with that on you?"  Pointing at the pistol holstered on his right leg.

Feeling stupid he meekly handed the pistol to its rightful owner before closing the door. The roar of the car's v9 engine had  tourists  taking pictures of the exotic car before it speed off

Turning around on his heels to see an elegant entrance of a ridiculously massively tall skyscraper luxury hotel resort  "Luxiria Vivos"

  slowly  walking forward removing his hood as he stepped inside to avoid arousing suspicion ,revealing a short and wide mohawk that thinned out in width as it traveled down the curve of his scalp leading to the back of his head, speaking of his head the sides weren't bald. His hair there was just a few millimeters shorter than his 1/4 of an inch Mohawk.   he stepped into a large cylinder lobby illuminated by a soft glow,lined with small 5 star restaurants and entrances to an artificial ski summit, virtual reality gaming,. The Faint sharp roars of formula one cars greeted the soldiers ears as he passed a door way with a big poster of a formula one car on top with the advertisement with 7 different language's ghost read perfectly was"experience speed like never before"

walking along  red carpet examining the many attractions,  noticing the occasional bystander turn there heads as he passed them slight matte glow from his . Leaving little for the imagination. Ignoring the foreign attention  he finally reached a smaller lounge  to his left a small room with a love seat in the middle with a polished brass arrow pointing up and down. To his right a young adult oriented restaurant.

An a agitated "Ugh" came from the teens lips, Looking at the number adress again on his wrist pad just in case.  Turned out this was the place he had to meet the informant.

Hesitating slightly ghost finally decided to get a move on.

A young brunette woman with blond highlights wearing a black dress shirt with tight leggings showing off her toned rear was playing angry birds on her work table. Keeping track of the seats customers were given. Which the wait time for a table was almost absent. The only reason people couldn't just walk in was to maintain a  look of  professionalism .   She was about to launch her 3rd red bird Into the pigs elaborate fortress  until she heard a soft "hello" get her attention.

The woman looked up from her game  and green eyes met black ones, she just stood there studying the young man in front of her. A long pause hung in the air as the, (what seemed to her as just regular) all white skinny jeans w/ a padded knee brace that seemed to have been modified for athletic use and protection as a knee pad on his left leg.

        " U-uhm.....hey?"

                           " Welcome to Iuvenum Paradiso, how may I help you"

In his thoughts ghost couldn't help but question himself "The fucks with this place and Latin?"

Ghost got straight to the point  "Yeah, um  a friends waiting for me, I was under the assumption he  told you about me before hand, his name's Richard"

The woman nodded quickly tapping on the touch screen table top  searching for the name "Richards" seconds later she found that this person was seated approximately 6 minutes 37 seconds ago. She then recalled servicing a British man wearing a polo and khakis early mid 30's.

Ghost stood patiently waiting as the woman did her thing. He then leaned to his left to see if he could spot out the informant.

The restaurant may have been formal but it had the unusual mix of having a bar occupied by a few college students and people that looked no older than ghost him self drinking their consciousness away.

Ghost   Unfortunately got the attention of a small group of teenagers that happened to have been all female checking him out .Whispering amongst them selves as far as he could tell before turning his attention to the woman as she spoke.

"There we are" the woman stated who's name tag read Trisha  now visible and noticed when she leaned up from her council.

"He's in the middle booth to your left just walk right in"  Trisha informed  Ghost.

"I apologize if I kept you waiting uhh" she glanced at the screen then completed her sentence  "Casper."

She smiled and motioned you to walk in.

 Surprised at first upon hearing his nick name Ghosts face went straight back to its mask of apathy simply telling her "it's fine" as he walked in, gently pushing certain individuals who had to much to drink out of his way  quickly sitting in the middle booth next to the bar.

Ghost Examined  the informant before a  waitress asked if she could help the two with anything. A brief silence stood around before Ghost "kindly" told the waitress not right now.

After that small confrontation Ghost was starting to get annoyed with the music playing a female voice and violins with the words "call me maybe" and "I just met you and this is crazy " .

Ghost would be driven crazy if he heard the song repeat itself again.

"So..." Caspers words were brief and straight to the point.

"Just tell and give me what I need to know"

The man looked into ghost straight in the eyes and in a  deep but jovial tone said " peace lad, after all this time this is how you greet an old  friend?"

Held aback by who he was sitting in front of ghost kept his composure.

"sorry James......it's good to see you after all this time." Ghost started to relax, resting his back against the satin seat thinking of past times they've worked together.

Joyfully Laughing " Think nothing of it my boy, I'm just glad to see you haven't gone bonkers."

"Heh"  deep within ghost he felt something gnawing in his head, a slight pain that annoyed him as he tried to think of something to say.

"Me too" was all he managed to say as the pain deepened, his vision began distorting itself like static on a t.v with images coming and going within his head . then a high pitched sound as if a steaming kettle was in his head.  The pain increasing as ghost put his head with in his hands desperately trying to suppress what was   fighting to escape with in .

James noticed something wrong with his former student and god son. Fearing the worst he began to reach for his silenced M-9 before Ghost snapped out of it.

"You alright lad?" A sincere look of concern painted across the mans face

"Yeah, just tell me what I need to know" ghost said. Disregarding the one question he wanted to ask. (Why did he choose the name Richard as his alias)

James sighed and reached into his pocket sliding a platinum colored card. "You are to await for your handler in the 79th floor your room is 58F,A92, take that elevator" he pointed to his right referring to the small room across the lobby. "Once you are on the designated floor take a left , keep walking and you should find it eventually. by the way  expect to wait a while...you know Hammond and his sexcapades, further more one of the white coats will be waiting in the room to evaluate the condition of your ...uh toy ."

Hearing what he needed to hear ghost said his good byes quickly walking towards the exit of the restaurant .

James watched as  ghost went on his way wondering if he'll ever see him again.

Ghost went to the elevator

Having gotten in the elevator he pressed the button for the 79th floor ghost waited patiently for the elevator to reach the designated floor. A ding rang around the elevator as the door opened to a red carpeted hallway with lavender walls lit by golden chrome chandelier's. Remembering his instructions he went  to his left along the hallway until he found the room.

"Here it is " saying it to himself completely disregarding what had happened not too long ago, swiping the key card he heard the click of the lock. Twisting the knob slowly he opened the door. The room wasn't bad with its generous size. Complete with a separate kitchen, living room and bedroom .Slowly walking in  the living room there were signs of some ones previous presence, Plastic ramen noodle bowls littered the counter and dining table along with empty  coffee mugs along with a closed lap top

"So you're finally here"  a pale man dressed in brown dress shoes and pants along with a green cashmere sweater  with  curly brown  hair walked in the living room   from the bed room.

The man examining his visitor then continued on "I expected you to be a bit...older" a ring tone went off in the mans left pocket " eh heh excuse me for just a sec" he answered the phone immediately. "Yes" a muffled voice spoke quickly then the mans eyes widened in excitement and surprise" you're serious?"  He dead panned. I will be there as soon as possible." Hanging up the phone the man obviously in a rush took the lap top of the counter while saying

"Anyways I have to go right now"  gathering his belongings. "I have no time to check the shield so I need you to take off the hoodie."

"What? " ghost said, positively sure he had miss heard him.

The man paused having everything he need In front of ghost. Saying in a slow and simple manner "Hoodie. Off. Now."

Ghost just stood there not sure what to do, his hoodie was with him since the the start, he literally  grown into it.

"Ghost now is not the time, take it off now" he said in a stern voice.

Silently compiling  he pinched and  held Down a part of the collar and the hoodie loosened allowing ghost to slip it off and hand it to the man.

"Don't worry ghost you're going to have a nice surprise with one hell of a new task once you head back to the nest" the man said reassuringly

"What are you talking about" ghost felt the man knew something he didn't.

"Oh don't worry you will find out soon enough, you're one of the lucky ones"

"Your handler will be here shortly other wise he has a shit storm come'in his way if he doesn't make it in time and see you back at the nest"

Was all the man said as he Headed  for the door

Realising he was Shirtless ghost went into the bed room to look for any clothes. Walking in he noticed him self in the mirror his body scarred from injuries he sustain over the years in the field to his dog tags. He went on to do what he saw necessary .

..".............

Having removed his combat gear was in a tight fitting short sleeve undershirt and black loose fitting skinny jeans  that he found in the closet after taking a much need shower ...the teen was sitting on a  stool drinking clean water ,a luxury he doesn't take for granted having him  surviving in the Arabian desert for 3 months drinking his own piss just to stay alive and eating what ever desert insects he was fortunate enough to come across.  To now watching the crimson sun set below the desert land scape across  a kitchen counter in the private suite complete with three 50 inch holographic Tv's that have international  satellite  so you could watch American CNN or French even Swedish news networks and entertainment and complimentary next gen gaming systems with video games that aren't  scheduled for release months from now.

    Ignoring the fact that most of the sky scrapers were made by slave labour and that people in the world are being denied life saving medicine, food and water just because they can't work for the system. But that's just the way it is....don't work for the system the system won't work for you ,that was a truth He knew all too well having operated in developing country's .  remembering the atrocities he witnessed......and committed .....knowing that he was responsible for the suffering of innocent men woman and children, victims of a system that makes people like himself torture.

But his mind was pondering on the Particular fact that millions of dollars himself and Hammond used for sleeping arrangements to just  having fun came straight out of the u.s national treasury. With the following thought still in his head Ghost recalled a moment a couple months back when Hammond and himself were sent to Switzerland to investigate speculations that WMD's were being hidden in the Swiss alps. Their mission was simple search and document  ,unfortunately things got complicated the situation was that the Swiss were actually going to deactivate the war heads and just keep them locked up for safety but Hammond and Ghost assumed other wise.

 But that wasn't the reason why he recalled the moment .After that situation Hammond gave  Ghost a fake I.d so the two could both enjoy themselves at a casino....using government funds ......long story short Ghost blew enough money to get the u.s government 37% out of debt....."meh...whatever I know damn well money's nothing more than a way to control people" Ghost  muttered .

Now just enjoying the fact that he was staying in the 78th floor of a 6 star luxury hotel . Suddenly Ghost started seeing images right before his eyes before he knew it was as if he  were 5 years old sitting in Vaguely familiar office , the office was decent in size providing parallel bookshelves as walls. Sitting across a mahogany desk with files spread across the desk illuminated by a golden brass lamp with a green shade  of glass for a lamp shade. Ghost couldn't recall how he got there nor about his past life or even his family .( think of it as a  flash back he is reliving a moment in his life but in the sense that he is observing through his point of view what he experienced.)

The small boy just woke up in the office chair and a man with a gun told him to stay seated or else . Finally a elderly pale brunette woman walked in the office. Her foot steps made by her dress shoe's were the only thing audible other than the child's panicked inhales and exhales . She nonchalantly sat on the leather seat and started reading a particular file  laid on the desk. Minutes felt like an eternity before she finally put down the file and fixed her attention to the scared child sitting in front of her.

She had read the boys file  he was of Hispanic /Native American decent .Parents are happily married and are both marine biologists . the child was obviously fond of aquatic wild life .Pictures in his file taken while in the selection phase of the program showed that he visited the local aquarium daily and often accompanied his parent on research trips to the   Great Barrier Reef in Australia as well as in the  carribean  sea . The sight  of the child in  fish pajamas further confirmed her assumption. The woman also noticed the  S.A.D agent behind the child standing against the left side of the door frame. No doubt the one who kidnapped the child sitting in front of her in his  sleep.

In her thoughts she was contemplating if this child really deserved his fate.  Even by the age of 5 and being a minority he's shown great cognitive ability he can speak perfect Spanish and Cherokee Indian, a prodigy at math, and science he's excelled in learning how to play instruments such as the piano and violin.

He seemed  so innocent is was it really worth robbing his child hood? She then countered the thought with the possibility of how much of a valuable asset he could become . yet this  child showed so much potential to be an excellent contribution to society.....the woman stared deeply into the child's dark brown almost black eyes...oblivious that his fate was in her hands . She decided to do what was right for the greater good of their nation....she then smiled and  smoothly said "He's perfect " as she stamps on his file with the bright red letters "approved" now marked on his portfolio .   military police then walked in and dragged the screaming and weeping child away.

The flashback then changes now seeing himself being dragged down a faintly lit hall way where he's then  thrown in the back of a cargo truck along with other weeping children. Before the doors were locked shut the boy was  still screaming at the top go his lungs that he wanted to see his mother. Crying her name but it soon wouldn't matter he would forget he had a family. The child would forget who he was. The drugs and indoctrination would see to that. From then on he was nothing.......Just a pile of meat with a pulse.

   "Casper?"  Ghost was  suddenly pulled back into reality speechless.. "Casper?!" Repeated  Hammond but with more forceful tone.  " Yeah Hammond?" Ghost quickly replied back "what's up?" Hammond changes his expression from annoyance  to concern"are you ok?...you seem like you're experiencing them again. " Ghosts hearts sank into his chest with the question.         "No of course  not I'm completely fine. I just forgot to take my medication that's all."  Ghost defensively stated. Hammond glared carefully at ghost studying his facial expressions and body language Ghost innocently smiled in possible hopes to ease his suspicion. "Alright Casper" a wave of relief washed over Ghost's chest.

"But I wasn't kidding the last time you snapped that  I wouldn't hesitate to put a bullet in your skull my self should you ever snap again." Hammond deadpanned.  Ghost winced  as he heard those words  coming from  the person who was the  closet thing to a father figure to him other than James of course, as far as he could remember Hammond was there for him from the start along with his hoodie.  "Do I make myself clear?" Hammond asked in a serious tone. "Crystal" was all that ever came from ghost.

 "Good. Now get your gear we need to go......like right now" Hammond rushed Ghost

As he walked past Hammond the faint smell of perfume greeted ghost's senses

"We will be briefed in the VTOL., nice look by the way." Hammond stated Walking into the elevator to the top floor.

    Ghost rarely thought about anything other than what he's been told. "You're no good to the military if you don't think about anything other than what you're told"

       The doors opened revealing a prepped High speed Vertical Take Off and Landing air ship.

"Come ghost we need to hurry" both persons stepped inside. The bay doors closing a man in Air Force uniform told as that we will be briefed immediately.

Both Hammond and Ghost stood at attention feeling no effect of the G force as the sit ship speed across the Atlantic at Mock 13

Then an beam orange light from the fuselages ceiling started forming a person.

"Evening gentleman." A man dressed in an unmarked black B.D.U, even in the form of a holograph he projected authority

"Evening sir"  both men said in unison

"Ghost....you have been reassigned to do a special assignment. ."

The man was answered with silence before he continued

"Three months ago Delta Force found a object of interesting quality during one of their operations"

The man changed into the image of a large two shade purple  mirror  .

 "Witness reports from the Delta Force team stated that their hollow point bullets   moved into the mirror  instead of breaking it which were later confirmed when we checked their eye cams"  The screen changed back to the man as he cleared his throat .

"Upon further investigation and confrontation I have personally established an agreement with one of the monarchs.

   the terms were surprisingly simple. only males are permitted through the portal. The agreement i made was that we are to

eliminate hostile humans in their dessert environment they call " saddle Arabia ""

         "So humans have been there before?"  Hammond questioned

 "Yes apparently, we assume that they are possibly run of the mill terrorist's, problem is they gave weapons to the natives and now they are just killing everything they see fit."

          "aw don't worry we'll just wait for them to run out of ammunition and it will be easy street from there sir"

           Unfortunately it's not that simple Hammond,  it has been confirmed by drones with in the area that there are multiple workshops hidden within saddle Arabia's vast cave systems the occupants are predicted to originate from illegal gun work shops.

                         "they can make their own bullets."

                 "Exactly Hammond. this is where you come in Ghost. In the agreement  Troops will be stationed with in Equistria. You'll  enter with every soldier but as a civilian you will be issued basic necessitys ."

    "Why?"

" Because you don't exist Ghost, the troops will act as a distraction, they'll be put directly into the field  as a way to keep the enemy busy for you to air drop in and eliminate the work shops and gun heaps."

"Also when thats done you will be stationed in a small village when everything's over...you deserve the rest."

A long silence filled the fuselage which was then broken as the man spoke once more" you will arrive at Nevada Area 51 You will have your equipment updated then you will be immediately sent through the portal along with every one else....alone over and out."

The holograph then disappeared

Ghost was trying to believe what he was told, it was way to unrealistic...."really? A mirror that you can walk through taking you to a different place" ghost thought redoubtably it all seemed like a bad joke.

Hammond then patted ghost on the back "Don't worry mate as ridiculous as this sounds I'm sure  you can take care of your self properly without me" leaving ghost by himself

Ghost sitting by a window watching the ocean blur  beneath him. Thinking to himself that on the bright side when this task is over he can slow down and relax for once and meet other people or "ponies" as most put it.. the thought made him nervous.