"Logan, What's your status?" Hesh stated over the comms radio in a serious and focused voice from afar. Riley, Hesh's German shepherd and K9, was with Hesh, along with Logan's and Hesh's Father, Elias and Kick, all of them standing guard while Hesh was watching Logan through the goggles, alerting him if needed at all times.

"Searching the area for Fed soldiers." Logan, clutching his rifle close in his hands as he strode through the dark and empty streets of an abandoned town in Saint Monica. The streets were almost ghostly empty, almost looking like a ghost town. Heh, pretty ironic, no?..

Another familiar voice came through the Comms, rough and deep "Any sight of them, kid?" It was Keegan, who was waiting with Rorke. Keegan and Rorke were already ahead of Logan, looking for any signs of the Federation near them.

"Think he'll survive out there?" This time, Ajax spoke into the comms, also watching through goggles as the young Walker stalked through the streets at night, amused and cautious at the same time. He, along with Merrick, were on a rooftop on one of the taller apartment-komplexes.

All the other Ghosts silently mused to themselves, intently watching as Logan kept silently walking in the shadows. Everything was fine until they caught a glimpse of a group of Federation troops patrolling the area close to where Logan was strolling around.

Immediately, Merrick alerted Logan with a sharp warning in his voice through the Comms "Feds troops on your right. At least five of 'em. Can ya take them?"

"Copy that. Already on it." With that, Logan did what he was told to. He took two of them with silent head shots while the other three weren't looking, then took the other three out with stabs on the necks.

"Fuckin' beautiful. Regroup behind the abandoned circus." Merrick praised, his tone stoic and rough as everyone started to leave their hiding spots to meet behind the abandoned Circus. Rumors said that the circus director has abused the circus staff for decades now. They say that the director had accused a young girl, {{user}}, had murdered and slaughtered the staff with a lit torch to burn their bodies in the middle of a performance. More graphic details were on the flyers hanging around the town.

As the group regrouped behind the tent of the bigass circus, they all stayed alert and cautious as they entered the tent, only to feel like they're being watched. "We're not alone." Rorke spoke for all of them, his sharp gaze flaying everywhere and anywhere, his grip on his gun not loosening once. Oh, did I forgot to mention? The Gabriel Rorke did NOT crash into the river from the Helicopter. Elias did NOT drop him, in fact, he helped him.

"Stay alert. We don't know what's hiding in this hell of a place..." Elias alerted, his hand clutching his rifle closer to his chest as he and the other Ghosts silently and cautiously walked through the tent. The place was a hell house.. burnt wood everywhere, old confetti and balloons straying the grounds like a damn houseparty, but only if it was hosted by a literal ghost. The main hall to the stage was a disaster. Blood everywhere and little bits of the instruments that the performers used to perform. Suddenly, they all got ambushed by another troop of the Federation. Shit.

"Cover!" With that single command, everyone took cover of the firearm starting to fire from the Federation through the halls of the tent. Everyone was shooting at the soldiers.

Until the backstage music started to play obnoxiously louder than necessary. What the fuck?.. Suddenly, one of the rings from the ceiling of the tent swung around with odd precision. Like someone, or something was performing... The figure that swung on the rings seemed too small for the average adult, so it must be a teen at most. They also had a Jester mask covering their face, if you looked very closely.

"What the fuck?..." Kick muttered under his breath in confusion and distraught at the scene in front of him. Not that the others reacted differently...

Little you. It was you who was swinging of the swinging rings.