An Unexpected Attack.

*Beep*

"I heard from the scouts that the unit I sent, Failed."

In a closed room with an antique long desk, A chair was seen facing towards the closed curtains behind the desk that were filled with several papers and a glass bottle of wine.

Derrick smoked his cigarette as he turned his chair and faced towards the messy desk behind him.

"Yes, Your men were completely annihilated." He said in a deepened angered yet composed voice.

"I didn't truly think that Ghost could simply defeat the Black Ops unit I sent, What a terrifying man."

Derrick gritted his lower lip as he listened to the man behind the phone speaking in a praiseworthy tone. "You told me that your men were capable of fighting equally against Ghost."

"Well I was sure about it, But I must've misled my expectations."

"Do you think your sarcasm is needed in this conversation, Joel?" Derrick muttered in an angered tone.

"No need to get so grumpy Derrick, Atleast now we have some intel about the retired mercenary's capabilities."

"Fuck!" As Derrick hung up and threw his phone unto the wall and opened the wine.

"Fetch me a glass Veronica!" Derrick yelled.

Veronica nodded and immediately gave Derrick a glass.

Derrick poured the wine unto the glass and drank it in a single gulp.

"Did you finish giving orders to the remaining unit that we sent to california?" Derrick asked.

"Yes sir, Currently the Remaining Black Ops are heading their way towards California in a Private jet." She replied.

"Good, Now that it had come to this. He failed the mission, He also intercepted my plans. I'll have to resort into being an uncivilized person." As Derrick uttered in an agitated demeanor.

...

.....

Meanwhile At Moscow Airport, A Plain white Jet plane was seen beside the runway.

"Yes ma'am, Everything is fine here." (In russian language)

"Okay Kamarov, I'll leave everything to you there. I might need to hide for some time." Danya said in a composed tone. (In russian language)

"Okay ma'am, I pray for your safety." (In russian language)

*Beep*

Alheim sat in one of the Airline seats, "What did your guy say?" He asked.

Danya flicked her hair and responded, "Well he said that Ghost successfully eliminated the invaders. And he is now heading his way here."

Alheim smirked with a confident expression, "Well that's Ghost for you. There isn't any enemy capable of beating him Ofcourse."

Danya once again pulled her phone, "Wait let me make a quick phone call." She said.

"Sure." As Alheim got up and looked for some wine to drink.

*Beep*

*Picks Up*

"Hello?"

"Edwardo, This is Danya."

"Oh, So did everything go well?"

"Yes, Everything went smoothly."

"Good to hear. And here I thought that I needed to get a woman and a child involved into this."

"Speaking about that, How are they? Are you sure they're alright? You know what would happen once Ghost's know that something happened to his family."

"Well they are basically safe, My men are guarding them within a safe distance. It's almost night time I'll order them to keep on a lookout."

"Yes, Make sure they're safe. Now that Ghost had betrayed Derrick, Who knows what he might do to his family."

"Okay dear don't worry about it. By the way, Where are you planning on heading now?"

Danya twirled her hair tips and crossed her legs as she stay seated on the Airline seat of the Jet plane, "Well I might need to reconcile with father and Inform him about Derrick's misbehaviour."

"Okay dear, Safe travels. Call me when something comes up."

"Okay I'll call you soon."

*Beep*

Meanwhile James had finally arrived into the Airport riding a black car, And immediately headed straight towards the Jet plane.

A russian escort in gray black suit immediately showed up and informed Danya that the Ghost had arrived.

"Miss Danya, The ghost had arrived." (In russian language)

"Let him in." (In russian language)

James then went inside the Jet plane and saw Danya sitting while Alheim was seen further beyond the back drinking a glass of wine.

"Be seated, Ghost." Danya said in a composed manner.

James quickly sat unto the airline seat and faced towards Danya.

"Can you drop me off to California?" James asked.

Danya fixed her posture and responded, "Yes. There's another Jet plane I prepared that'll take you to California."

Alheim noticed that James was back and immediately got up from his seat, "Ghost! Your back!" He said in a loud tone.

"Sir please call me Ashburn."

"Why? Didn't you wanted to hide your identity?" Alheim asked in confusion.

"Well Miss Danya here already knows my Identity, And I am now finished and hereby relinquishing my name as Ghost back to history." As James composedly said while removing his Mask.

"Big words... For a pretty face." Danya said in a seductive manner.

Alheim giggled slightly, "I guess your right, Hehe."

"There are some wearable suits at the backroom, Help yourself Ashburn." Danya said.

James quietly bowed and got up, "Thank you." And immediately went straight towards the Backroom of the Jet plane.

Alheim sighed as he sat once more on one of the Airline seats infront of Danya, "Sigh, I guess this will be the last time I'll be seeing him." He uttered in a disappointed tone.

Danya stared at Alheim, "It'd be best for him to leave this kind of world especially when he's already got a family. Unlike a certain single someone who's already in his mid forties."

Alheim gave off an embarrassed expression as he responded, "Your jokes really hurt, You know that right?"

Danya smirked and giggled silently as she stared at Alheim's embarrassed expression.

After several minutes, The door of the Backroom opened and James quietly got out from the room carrying a duffle bag wearing a black suit with a necktie.

"It really gives me a different impression seeing you in that attire." Danya said.

"I will think of that as a compliment Miss Danya." James responded.

"You really remind me back in those days when you weren't wearing the Mask." Alheim said.

James smiled as he went towards the exit of the Jet plane, "It's nice seeing you Sir Alheim." And quietly left.

Alheim got up flustered, "Did he just smiled?" He said.

Danya smirked, "Yeah he just did." and responded in a quiet tone.

Then James simply walked towards the prepared Jet plane that was currently waiting for him, And flew away unto the runway and headed towards California.

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....

In Los Angeles California, Several hours had now passed and it was already night time.

Marco, A dignified man filled with confidence in his eyes, Always thoroughly aware about his Appearance was seen wearing an expensive suit standing several meters away from James' household.

Why am I doing guard duties right now? When I'm supposed to be at home eating dinner with my dear wife, Marco thought.

Marco sighed and quietly tapped his telecom earpiece, "Is everyone in position?"

"Group 1 In position."

"Group 2 In position."

"Group 3 In position."

Screeching sounds occured as marco intercepted, "Group 4 Report."

Screeching sounds continued.

"Group 4? Report your position."

As Marco continued speaking, There weren't any response coming from Group 4 which was positioned within the back side of their Target's house.

Marco immediately removed his hand on the Earpiece and glanced at James' house from afar, Seeing there weren't any suspicious movements going on, Marco uttered, "That's strange. Did their Earpiece malfunctioned or something?"

But before Marco could pull out his phone and call his men from group 4 directly, Gunshots were heard out loud coming from Group 3's current location.

Marco immediately pulled out his handgun and tapped his Telecom earpiece, "Group 3? Is everything alright?" He said in a worried tone.

*Screech*

"Sir, We've got enemies." *Bang!*

Marco immediately rushed towards Group 3's positioned and ordered the rest to move out.

"Group 2 and 1 enforce a circular formation within Group 3's location and Open fire if necessary!"

Marco then jumped from one fence to another and rushed towards to where the gunshots were heard.

But after Marco reached Group 3's location, All he saw were his comrades corpses lying on the ground, Covered in blood while bloodstains were stuck on the walls.

"What just happened?" As he uttered and immediately raised his handgun to survey his surroundings.

Meanwhile gunshots continued to be heard beyond further away from him, A window from the house beside Marco's position opened.

Marco immediately aimed at the window and saw a confused civilian shivering infront of him.

"Sir, Please close your window and do not get out of the house for the meantime." Marco spoke in a demanding tone.

The civilian then nodded in fear and immediately closed the window and turned off their lights.

While Marco started moving, Heading towards to where the Gunshots occured.

"Group 1, Do you read me?"

"Group 2?"

*Screech*

Marco felt worried, And continued to call out for his comrades through the telecom earpiece, But no one responded.

Marco hurriedly ran while feeling unease and wandered in thoughts, But before he could pass through an alley way, A Man dressed in Jet-black attire wearing a black mask pointed a gun towards his head and instantly pulled the trigger. *Bang!*

Causing Marco, To fall down and die in an unexpected way.

The man who shot Marco immediately tapped the Handheld transceiver that was tightly placed unto his front collarbone, "Did you kill the targets?" He uttered in a cold tone.

*Beep*

"One individual has been killed, The other one is missing."

"Okay, Immediately leave the place and regroup back to our meeting point."

*Beep*

As they immediately fled the scene, Wailing sounds of Police sirens occured as rushing police cars were seen coming from the road several meters away from James' house.

Meanwhile, Edwardo received an unexpected phone call from one of the guards that were placed from afar.

"Yes, This is Edwardo speaking."

"Enemies have killed Sir Marco and the others."

Edwardo flinched after hearing his subordinate's voice, "What about the one you're tasked to guard?" He asked.

"Police are on the scene right now, But I saw a woman covered in white blanket being carried out from the Target's house."

Edwardo instantly hung up then placed his phone on his desk and sat on his chair with an anxiously worried expression.

"Shit."

Chapter End.