Reliant ~ [John Soap MacTavish]

XLVII. Makeshift Tourniquets

"Drop it," I mumble as I notice him reach for his gun. He hesitates, but his movements become slightly sloppier, making it so that he has no other choice than to do it.

The weapons clatter against the ground. Two, to be precise.

"The knife," I add.

He gasps, and quickly reaches into his gear, taking out the knife hidden beneath the layers of protection. Predictable.

Ghost kicks out the chair behind the desk, and pulls another chair from the corner, still keeping a hold of the second man. The chairs are placed opposite of each other, making sure that the men have no way of quickly getting to one other.

I release the man from my grip and shove him right into the chair that Ghost set in place. He grunts from the sudden force, before gasping for air. I pull my handgun from my holster, making sure to point it to the man's head.

Ghost follows, shoving the other guy into the other chair too. "Fucking hell," the man grunts, immediately gripping onto the chair to get up. Ghost is quick to lean forward as he presses his gun to the man's sternum. "Sit."

"Who are you?" The guy in front of the barrel of my gun asks.

"Doesn't matter..." I tilt my head slightly. "What does matter is what the fuck happened here. Where's Fraser?"

"Fraser?" one of them asks, confusion etched in his features.

"Fraser..." I narrow my eyes. "You know. The guy from the office you're sitting right now. The office that looks like a fucking bomb went off in it?"

"Alex," Ghost calls for me. "This one knows more."

I turn to the guy who's sitting beneath Ghost. As I let my gaze travel over his features, I can tell there's something off. It does look like he knows something.

"Good." With a quick tilt of my head, I motion for Ghost and me to switch places, and so he does. I swing my gun a little as I face the new guy, a small smile playing upon my lips when I see his eyes change.

"So..." I hum. "You know me, I see?"

"You—" his mouth hangs open for a split second. "You killed Canmoore."

Correct," I smile. "So you know what will happen to you if you don't answer our fucking questions. Do you?"

His jaw tenses, his brow furrowing.

"So. I'll ask once more. Where's Fraser?"

"He's dead."

My tongue runs over the front of my teeth as I stare at him, growing frustrated. "What happened?"

"He was caught as a traitor."

Fuck.

"Tell me what happened here since Canmoore died."

He hesitates, his mouth kept shut and his jaw clenched tight.

"Come on," I smile, stepping closer to push the gun into his face.

"Someone else took over when you killed him. Weaponry production is running again. Guards have them too now. Some left. Some were killed."

"Some?" I ask, leaning in even closer. "There's no one in these halls except for some guards that seem to be in trance."

"Most.." he adds.

"Who took over?" I ask, standing straighter again.

"Gray did."

A scoff, something closer to a laugh escapes my throat from the unexpected name. "Gray..?" I let out a laugh. "Seriously?"

Gray was someone who I knew to be just a year younger than I am. I remember the way he used to watch us during training, always from one of the corners in the gym. He wasn't one to win. He wasn't one to take risks.

He was a nobody.

"Yes," the guy grits his teeth, his anger slowly rising to the surface. "Don't you dare say a bad word about that man."

My brows furrow even further before I let out another scoff in disbelief. Then, I lower my gun and release a bullet right through his thigh.

He groans out in pain, the muscles in his face pulled tight as he looks up at me. "You bitch," he spits out.

I raise my brows, giving him an expression that seems to ask 'really?' before the gun spins around my finger and points at his left foot. Another bullet flies through him. "Anything else?"

He whimpers in pain this time. "No, no, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Please," he begs.

I lean forward. "That's more like it. Now talk."

"He—he got together a small team—the day after you came," he winces. "We just wanted—to continue what had been set in motion. Not—have it go to waste, you know?"

I turn around, already growing tired of the guy. Ghost and I switch places again, and the one who I started with looks up at me with widened eyes. "Well?" I ask.

"He's right," the guy quickly says. "I'll be honest, I don't know a whole lot. I didn't want to be involved in this at first, but Gray promised us good bonuses."

"I see how it is," I tilt my head. "Continue."

"We just continued the latest version, but the leading client kept asking for Canmoore. When Gray couldn't give him that, they abandoned the deal. Gray went and found another client, but there's less money involved now. I'm trying to get out of it all—really, I don't even know how we got here in the first place."

"Shut up," I sigh, just caring for the facts. "The guards. Tell me about the guards."

"They already had a chip, yet it wasn't activated at the time. The guards were turning against Gray, so he worked with one of the programmers to change the code to try to gain more control. It wasn't a success."

Okay.

That seems reasonable.

I look back at Ghost, and he seems to believe the same thing as he offers me another quick nod.

"Fraser was killed by Gray?"

"And his men."

"Fine," I mumble, having heard enough for now. I step back and Ghost takes out a second gun to point at the both of them while I turn to the desk. Without hesitation, I shoot open the locked desk drawers, trying to find one of the disablers that Carter had used on me a while back.

There's none in the drawers, so I work around the office, shooting open locked cabinets and trying to find hidden compartments, but nothing seems to hold the small device. When my hope nearly fades away, I turn to the single opaque vase in the corner of the room. I release another bullet at the neck of the vase, and the entire thing shatters into a million pieces.

There, in the middle of the broken shards of colored glass, lies the small device I've been searching for. "There we go," I mumble, more so to myself. I grab the disabler and secure it between my gear.

Ghost, who still stands with his guns raised, obviously waits for me to see what to do with these men. 'Do not kill anyone', I had said when we arrived here.

I lean forward to the guy who remained unharmed. "I trust you. You're the smart one of the two of you, it seems. I'm sorry I have to do this," I say before smacking the gun to the side of his head. Immediately, I turn around and throw the gun at the guy whose clothes have started to soak with blood.

Both of them are knocked out immediately.

"I thought you said not to kill anyone," Ghost mumbles, lowering his guns as I walk over to the guy with bullet wounds. He practically sounds irritated by the fact that he wasn't allowed to do that.

"Correct. And I haven't," I say as I rip off a piece of his clothing and pull my own belt from its loops. I quickly make sure to stop the bleeding from both wounds with a lot of pressure and some makeshift tourniquets. "They'll be just fine. Trust me."

A/N

So sorry, I haven't spell-checked this but I wanted to get this out before I went to bed. Just finished writing an exciting chapter that I can't wait to share. I'll come back to spell-check this chapter in the morning :)

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