Recon and Understanding

While the others got checked out, the Ghost, Daniel and the Enola crew were wheels up. They took the bomber into the sky to scout the area.

"This is Echo Gamma calling Umbrella Sigma Alpha."

"Go ahead Echo Gamma."

"We're Alpha Bravo and beginning our run."

"Affirmative, happy sightseeing."

The Enola Gay soared in the sky keeping in the cloud line. The Bunker had picked up a distress signal. They had no idea who would have access to their broadcasting network, but they decided to check it out.

They flew for about 10 minutes more before finding a relic of a kinder past.

"Is that?"

"Yes, the International Space, looks like it has been here a while. Jarrin, I'm bringing us down, guns up, we'll have no idea what's inside or around waiting for us."

Once they landed, the team got out, and make their way to the station. As they made it to the airlock door, the Ghost wiped around to see a large man jumping at them, sword in hand.

*Fuck, how'd he make it past my heightened senses? * The Ghost thought swinging his new sledgehammer to meet the man. The man was thrown back by the Ghost, who had put on his mask, fully electronic and able to administer a chemical that would heighten his adrenaline. The warrior charge and was met by the Ghost. "Use the EPS rifle! Get inside!"

The others shot the lock apart then entered the station. Turning around, they realized this wasn't a station anymore, rather it was someone's home. A young child was standing in the doorway guarding a room with a woman lying on a bed of animal fur, unconscious. The boy raised his knife at the team, he was clearly scared, but he kept the knife level. Shouting could be heard outside but then the boy saw something he recognized. Pointing to the team's medic, his pouch had the red cross on it. He tugged at the bag pulling the medic to the room. Seeing her leg, it was infected, a deep cut had begun to fester, and ooze.

The medic wasted no time and went into the room followed by the boy. An older boy pointed a loaded bow at the medic. "Adulan." he said.

The medic froze when the younger boy spoke another language to him which made him step back allowing the medic to work. The medic pointed to the older boy's knife. "I need that knife." He grabs it causing the other boy to redraw his bow only for Jarin to pin him to a wall. "Don't try it."

The medic cut her leg open and cut away the rotting flesh causing the woman to scream. "Hold her down! If I can't cut whatever is causing this out, she'll die!" he yelled at the older boy."

The boy pushes Jarin back and holds his mother down as the medic cuts into her leg. At that time, because of the scream, the warrior burst through the door and ran to kill the medic, but he was caught by the Ghost.

"Do whatever it is you're doing fast!" he said struggling to hold the warrior back. The medic then cauterized the wound with the boy's heated blade only angering the warrior more. The medic wrapped her leg in bandages then pulled out a needle. When he did, the warrior broke loose and raised his sword to kill the medic, but he was too late. The needle was administered, and the woman woke up. The medic was against the wall holding his pack up before the Warrior stopped.

The family speaks for a moment before the older boy speaks to the group.

"My father says adama, or Thank you. You saved his wife's life."

"Yea, next time tell him not to try to kill the medic."

The warrior huff at the Medic, then sees the Ghost looming behind him.

"My father also wishes to know who you are warrior in green."

"I am the Ghost of Ottawa, ask him who he is."

As the boy translated, the warriors' face went from happy to a scared one.

"Spiritus Ottaviae" the Warrior said kneeling before him.

"What'd he say?"

"Spiritus Ottaviae, it's my Latin title. They speak a kind of Latin, more likely a dead subtype of Latin. The older boy speaks English as well, however the mother and younger boy don't. said the Ghost looking down at the man. "Tell him I said stand up." The boy speaks and the warrior rises. "Father used to read from a book, called his-story, it told of you there. You lived hundreds of moons ago, how are you alive?" The Ghost nodded, "Frozen, you could say buried underground."

The older boy nodded and looked to his father. "You must leave, the clan will be here."

"Clan? And why do we need to leave?"

"Because my clan is a war clan, they will see you as outsiders, they'll kill you then us." said the warrior.

"We can handle our own, Jarin, get the Enola running. When I gave you the signal, fly over. Low altitude, I want them to see you."

"Yes sir, let's move."

The Enola climbs above the clouds, as two clans approach the station.

"So, you have a guest Zedon. You know that violates our treaty with your pathetic clan."

"This is a warrior, from another clan, a forgotten clan called America."

The warrior on horseback laughed, "America? Nobody has been called that since the first dark age."

"I can assure you; I am an American, and I'll show you."

The Ghost holds up is arms and the Enola Gay flies low above him, spooking the horses. The wind from the plane reveals the scared faces of the Warriors. "What was that?" "Prince, we must get you out of here."

"New treaty for you. Leave this clan alone or face mine." The Ghost's cracks a smile, "Or I'll show you true bloodlust."

"We accept. Zedon, take your pathetic tribe, we are leaving."

The Prince stares into the Ghost's eyes, seeing only a demon looking back. The blood of tyrants was stained into his palms, corrupting his soul. The Prince shuttered as his clan left.

"Zedon was it? Tell you clan to travel due east and don't stop. You will find me there. Don't waste my time." says the Ghost heading into the field where the Enola had landed. The tribe watch the plane fly east the sun setting giving it a corona of blood orange as the bomber vanished from their sight.

"Mount up, we ride now."