"On Riley! He found Ajax!" Hesh called out as the Ghosts quickly chased behind the canine. As soon as the door was opened, Keegan rushed to his injured battle brother's side. "Ajax!" Keegan held Ajax firmly in his arms, supporting his head against his shoulder.

Ajax's coughs were raspy and weak, his condition obvious. The torture the Federation put him through was intense, blood dripping from his mouth as he coughed out a few drops.

"Son of a bitch.." Merrick couldn't help but swear out. "Hang in there, Ajax." He tried to say, but Ajax spoke up in a weakened tone.

"Rorke.. It was Rorke." Ajax's tone was raspy as if he hadn't drinken water in days. "He's targeting.. Look, the wall.." He managed to lift his arm up to point at the left wall.

Ajax mustered out another weak cough, followed by a final breath. He fell limp in Keegan's arms, who held him ever so slightly tighter. "He's gone." Keegan said grimly.

Merrick sweated out again, as Riley's whines were heard. The canine fell into a prone, snout tucked between his paws.

Hesh spoke up to break the silence. "Merrick, you've gotta look at this."

Keegan wordlessly closed the fallen Ghost's eyes, refusing to release his body. "Get him ready to move." Merrick spoke up to Keegan.

As he continued to examine the wall, it didn't take him long to figure what Rorke was planning.

"It's a kill list. Rorke's targeting Ghosts."