More Than Human

Chapter 26

Task Force 141 departed from Las Almas later that evening. Alejandro had wanted to go with them to take care of Hassan, still upset after what he had done to Rudy. However, there was no way he was going to be leaving Rodolfo alone after everything that had happened. And their base was still in disarray. So the two men sent the rest of them off and instructed them to keep them updated on the situation.

The flight to Chicago was tense. None of them liked missions in big cities, and their target building was downtown. They would need to be extra careful. Not to mention the delicate nature of the job. There was a missile in play, and they were all eager to deal with Hassan once and for all.

Ghost was nervous particularly, their plan separated him from the team, but more specifically Soap. He knew he was a perfectly capable soldier, but he also was eager to keep him alive and well. He hadn't let anyone into his heart in years, and he couldn't afford to let anything happen to him.

He would be with other soldiers and the rest of the task force. Starting the mission with Price. If he was going to be safe with anyone, it was the Captain. Ghost would watch from afar.

Gaz would work his way up from below. They were pretty sure the only reason the captain gave him that position was so that he didn't have to ride in a helo.

Soap shivered in the helo beside Price. Chicago was cold this time of year. He wished he could shift for the warm protection of his fur, but that form wouldn't help them much in this setting. He and Price hopped off the transport and onto the roof of the target building. They clipped up and prepared to rappel down.

"Ghost." Price spoke into comms, "We're set. You have eyes on?"

"Affirm. Flashing now." He replied.

Soap gazed across the way, wind battering his face, feeling a surge of confidence at the sight of Ghost's light.

"Copy visual, LT. What've you got?" He asked Ghost.

"Civilians." Ghost told him regretfully.

"Hostages." Price grumbled.

"Hassan's buyin' time." Soap sneered.

Price commanded one group to handle some of the threats and another to secure the hostages. Soap shot upside down through the window at some of Hassan's men. It was disorienting, but he had trained for these scenarios. The next floor he had to clear was easier as he was right side up again as he backed his way down the side of the skyscraper.

"Price. All hostages secure." He informed.

"Copy. Rally on the server floor." The Captain instructed.

Soap approached and kept his distance as Price set a charge on the inside of the window to allow him entry. As he swung in there was a loud rumble that shook the building.

"Laswell, what the hell was that?" Price was asking.

"John, the missile is active, it's in first stage. Be advised, the controls are not in the container." She replied, clearly trying to keep calm.

"That means Hassan has them." Price hissed out.

"We need those controls." Soap said determined as they made their way through the server room.

"Let's hope Hassan's here." Price commented, in between clearing grunts.

When they had cleared the room, they were both disappointed to find Hassan not present amongst the newly dead. The amount of men Hassan had on his payroll was honestly impressive. The server room was practically swarming with them.

He and Price finally managed to reach the main control room. Price busted the door open, and they were both a little surprised to find it lacking any hostiles.