WarDooKem - Ghost of Kivotos

Chapter 15 - Unwanted Discovery

"Bollocks. Extremely and respectfully bollocks..."

Ghost stared at the post-massacre within Red Winter snow, littered with scraps and wires, and stained in black.

"It's what is, товарищ (comrade). I mean look at this!"

Doomguy grabbed a dismembered head and showed it to the camera. "I call him... Neighbor Vadim!" he laughed heartily.

The skull-faced man looked down and sighed, however. "...Bugger... Anyway, thanks for the intel."

"I...uhhh, hate to ask, but why not send this to Schale?" Doomguy tossed and caught the part like a ball. "We can extract data from cyber-brain like crazy Russian hacker, blin!"

"Trust me, I tried." Ghost shook his head. "As it turns out, they're programmed to erase their memories automatically after death.
...
A glaringly, yet cleverly placed protocol. But still, you did a good job on those bastards."

"Немає проблем, товаришу! (No problem, comrade!) So same thing if ever these дебилы (morons) pop up again?"

"With extreme prejudice, mate... Out here."

Ghost tapped the holographic screen away, rubbing his nape as shades reflected the sun halfway toward the horizon.

He went to the Shittim Chest for any updates on his findings. Alas, Arona was still scanning meticulously.

Time was a thief, and Ghost's hands were tied from inaction-- witnessing every stolen minute that should have been wasted properly.

But where? The activity reports were done hours ago, and there were no schedules for classes.

What else to do whilst waiting and worrying?

DING!

The doorbell rang for an incoming visitor. Thoughts had vanished as Ghost quickly turned to see a student carrying a bag.