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A new wild chapter appeared! It is very effective! (That's at least what I hope :) ) Have fun with this new chapter of Legacy!
Please forgive any grammar / spelling mistakes! I was just too giddy to post this chapter! (I am only human!)

Rock In The Surf

March 13th – 15:03:45 Hours
Fortaleza de San Carlos de la Cabaña
Havanna, Cuba
Adrian Rorke

Water dripped from Adrian's drenched body as he rose from his marine hideout. In front his target. He had figured he would pay some old friends a visit, of course these were different times. Now almost halfway out of the ocean nearing the shore, he checked his surroundings. Nothing appeared to lurk in the water surrounding his lower body.
"I am outside the fortress parameter" Adrian radioed just before he dropped his gear onto the sandy ground. There only was a small patch of land separating these centuries old walls and the destructive power of the ocean.
"Copy that." He got instant feedback from Rorke. He wondered if his father was worried about him. Adrian had always told himself during a mission he was just a soldier like everyone else, not the son of the supreme commander. He pressed his back against the rough surface of the wall as he quickly assembled his rifle. He made sure to only leave five rounds in the weapon. After all the plan included him posing as a sole survivor of a Ghost team to gain access to the fortress. The US had been occupying this place for more than two years now. It used to be all of Cuba's pride, but the Americans had destroyed this last bit of dignity the Cuban people had left inside their bones when they took over Havana.
Rorke came up with this plan. It appeared manageable on paper, tough it all depended on the sentimental judgement of the Americans inside the fortress, La Cabana. There was no way they would leave one of their own to the federate mad dogs straying the streets of Havana. It was against their patriotism.

To Adrian there was do or die. He had a mission. In this aspect he was much like a Ghost himself; tough he hated to admit it. He finished the last touches to his face paint and then fetched a mask from his bag. This was no simple mask; it had belonged to Elias Walker, who had been a life-long friend of his dad before Walker betrayed him. It was the first thing Adrian had flashing in front of his mind's eye when he awoke from his coma. He apparently acquired it as a trophy after killing Walker, that's at least what Rorke told him.
With the mask stripped over his face and the water soaking his whole body he came to the conclusion that it made him feel like back then. Uneasy with his heart racing almost breaking his chest. He tried to control his breathing. No Luck. With one hand braced against the wall he tried to focus. Brown eyes squeezed shut while lungs desperately ringed for air. It was as if Walkers ghost haunted the mask and now tried to strangle him. He heard a desperate voice call to him…Logan, LOGAN.

"Angel 0-1, what is your status? Adrian to you read me?" Rorke's voice broke through and his mind suddenly went blank. He panicked for a short moment. One glance at his watch made his realize he would have to hurry if he was to catch the window. If he didn't he would miss the guard on top of the wall above the gate; his ticket inside.
"I am on my why to the main gate" Adrian barely managed to muster up those words. Swallowing his panic attack, he stepped further towards the bridge which lead into the fortress. As far as intel suggested a guard always passed by during 15:15:45. To be successful he only had a tiny window to use. Every step grew more draining on his legs because the loose soil made his feet drift into the ocean. He pressed on, to after minutes of struggle, reach the bridge. Adrian now stood below the stone structure.
It didn't take him long to figure out a way to get up there. Over the years the stone walls had begun to crumble under the weight of time creating an almost perfect natural ladder. He took one rock at a time tough he couldn't ignore the screams of pain in his burning flesh. Muscles ached and refused to respond. This made climbing up a slow and cumbersome process.
"At the main gate. Switching off all communication in 3" Adrian made it known through the com that he had reached his target location and was going dark now. He checked his uniform once more for any giveaways that he was not a Ghost. He wore a standard issue dark Kevlar west, a mag belt and a small backpack. Nothing unusual. During the preparation for this mission Adrian was taught to move and talk like the Ghost he was posing as; Logan Walker. A Ghost who was assumed to be MIA by the US tough Rorke had reassured command Logan was no longer a threat. It came naturally to Adrian to act and talk like Logan which was a good thing at first but then he became skeptical if this would all work out.

"Son, make your country and…old man proud. Come back in one piece…Command out." Rorke swallowed hard after Adrian cut the connection. If everything went according to plan they would talk again in 15 minutes. It already felt like an eternity to Rorke.
"Who is there?!" According to plan the guard above the gate spots Adrian, who now was Logan. He closed his eyes for a short moment to make his transformation complete. Showtime.
"Help please…" He said clenching his arm as if it was broken. He coughed. The gear staff had prepared the uniform to make it smell and look like Logan had spent months inside a pit.
"Pearl Harbor." Logan pleaded supporting himself by the wooden gate. He slid to the floor to make his act all too convincing. There was no response from the guard at first but then the gate quickly opened, and some man dragged Logan inside. His smirk was easy to hide under the mask.
"He must be a POW…" One of the soldiers yelled trying to convince the others that he indeed was one of them.
"A Ghost?!" Another one realized seeming more and more convinced he was indeed one of them. After some more meaningless arguing they transported Adrian inside the main building. He pretended to be shell shocked and not able to hear them. He blocked their questions out to focus on the compound.

"3…no 4…guards on the walls." His black eye marked more enemies ahead…It wasn't simply a black eyeball but a camera…It's main purpose was to tag VIP's or important targets. It had much more functions such as monitoring Adrian's every step, but this little information was kept from him. Much like with all the other things that had happened before his coma he couldn't remember how he lost his eye.
"2 more around the gate to the main building…" He shifted on the stretcher a little. Only a breeze filled with the smell of the sea broke the insane heat of the Cuban sun. The real struggle came for Adrian when the Americans took him inside the main building. It was dark. Moist air filled calmly breathing lungs. As long as he kept his act up everything was in the green. Age old salt had built up on the walls and ceiling.

Patience was Adrian's best friend in this situation. If he were to make any wrong move, he would be compromised. It was a good thing none of the soldiers saw the bright smirk upon the young man's face when he was lifted onto on examination table.
"We just found him outside the gate." A soldier explained to an elderly white coat. The man was tall, with a quite stocky build, maybe of Cuban heritage. The eye camera immediately scanned his face for face recognition. The doctor whom the eye still searched for a match effortlessly put on some gloves while another medic entered inside the already cramped room. Adrian had two options now; take them out now and or wait for another chance.
"You seem awfully quiet…Hello?" The doctor shook Adrian a little before checking his eyes for any reaction. His right eye was first. Nothing unusual there. But just as the light moved to Adrian's other eye the man had shock written all over his face.
"What have they done to your eye…!?" He almost drops the flashlight while the medic moves closer to get a look too. His face was now almost above Adrian attempting to take off his mask. He probably was curious was he was hiding. A long breath escaped from Adrian's lips, fueling his body for oxygen.
"Logan Walker…huh?" The medic inspected the dog tags and suddenly ripped them off. He played with them for a short moment contemplating something…
"I will run his name through the data base…" The medic waved. He made his way over to the counter. Even though the doctor took a blood sample from Adrian's arm, he kept his gaze locked on the medic.

Impatience grew inside his mind. The hectic typing of the medic together with the constant ticking of a clock made it even harder for Adrian to keep calm. Sweat build up beneath his mask. Again, he felt as if someone was strangling him.
"Hey! Hey!" The doctor made the biggest mistake of his lifetime, when he attempted to get a shot into Adrian's thigh. It had just been a vaccination for any time of common disease. It was standard safety protocol these days. A feeling similar to panic rose with Adrian's heartbeat. He clenched the doctor's wrist tightly. In fact, he could have sworn he heard bones crush. The old man flinched and staggered back against the counter on the far side of the room where the medic was.
"Argh…fuck…" The doctor cursed while the medic noticed Adrian get up. His breathing was heavy; he appeared more like a wounded animal than a human now. His dark brown eyes however hid a deeper reaching pain.
"Calm down…" The medic tried to reason with the other man. Adrian however was having none of it. He took a stride forward, cracked his neck and made it known that he wasn't injured at all. The doctor was quick to respond; a desperate hand failed to reach the emergency alarm. Only blood remained in it's place when Adrian was done with them.

Adrian panted heavily as he crashed back against the counter. The medic had managed to injure his neck area during his last stand; it's didn't help him tough. The window to looking out the hallway had closed blinds. It bought him at least some time. He reached to the side of his neck, where the enemy most likely hit his aorta. Warm blood cascaded over his collar bone down to soak the fabric above his chest. His breathing got more uneven with every frantic movement to find bandages. Sweat broke free from the skin beneath the mask. In a moment of blind panic, he ripped it off his head. His blond hair soon where stained crimson too.
Finally, after almost ripping every cabinet apart, he found the medical supplies he desired. Time was running short; his blood had soaked his whole left shoulder now. Before uncontrollably gasping for air, he wrapped dozens of layers of the bandages around his neck and shoulder. For now, he wouldn't be able to use his left arm. His eyes went to the corpses scattered on the ground. At least the enemy wouldn't immediately realize he was injured.

He pressed himself to a standing position by the medical table. Adrian reached into his leg holster to get his Glock 18. No injury was too severe to have him not remember to check the mag and sled. His heavy weight braced against the door, making a silent 'thud' sound.
"Angel 0-1…requesting…immediate backup." He almost cried to the radio. The pain made him visibly shake. Only now was it's full glory coming through. Horrible waves of agony washed over his system.
"Dad…" Adrian drew a sharp breath. HQ went dark before he entered the building, but he was well aware that they must have seen his fight or at the very least have a reading of his vital signs through his eye. Why on earth was nobody responding!? He punched the kicked the door open not only because it was locked but also because of his pain.
"Son, listen…" Rorke's voice loud and cleary went through his mind. Adrian swallowed hard at the sound of it but felt relief at the same time. He wipped away the cold sweat that had built up on his forehead. Out of a sudden, he wasn't scared to die anymore. Everything seemed clear now.
"The bastards got ya' pretty bad there but remember your mission." With cold eyes Adrian focused back on the hallway he was standing in; light only came from the door outside in front. He picked up his pace.
"You must open those gates; only then I can get you out." Rorke was clear in what he expected from Adrian but not in a way that made him feel as if he was just another expandable soldier. After all, his old man very much loved him. In situations like this, he sometimes wished it weren't so; Adrian only had time to give a nod.

Outside he sneaked up an age-old staircase to get on top of the wall. It surrounded the whole of La Cabana. From the spot his was in now, even though his eyes had to still adjust to the light, he spotted the control tower. The towers purpose was to observe and open/close the barrier gates inside the Canal de Entrada. If the gates where to be opened, the US forces inside Havana would be done for; federation submarines as well as war ships would swoop in and 'free' the city from the inside out.
Havana's greatest weakness as a coastal city was that the Canal de Entrada, a channel which, reached from the sea deep into the city. Many districts could become potential targets. The US forces in the city were already spread thin and if the Federation were performed a blitz krieg on the districts around the Canal de Entrada then the US occupation of Havana would fall. Their Cuban brothers and sisters would be free again. Grateful enough to pledge their alliance to Almagro's federate government and join the war effort against the hostile United States.

Adrian moved over to the tower without any disturbance. Most of the personal was at the mess hall now. Little did they know it would be their last supper. The Federation rarely took prisionier's after a siege. This was to prevent any possible witnesses and obliterate the moral of the American soldiers as well civilians. With one swift move of his wrist, Adrian opened the door. It opened to the inside what gave him some protection from incoming bullets. It only took two shots to silence the clueless personal. One button press made sure the metal curtain inside the channel would be lifted. Adrian however never got to witness the full extent of his deed. He collapsed on the floor soon after he activated the gates.

"You did well today…I am proud of you." Adrian heard Rorke's voice ring inside his ears. He also heard the noise of helicopter blades mixed with faint gunfire in the distance. Adrian was loaded into the helicopter by two soldiers while Rorke always stayed at his side. His son was going to live to fight another day. To hunt Ghosts.

There you go! A Chapter only focused on Adrian and the Federation side of things! Please leave some feedback (It's always appreciated!)

I am also thinking about making chapters longer? Is that a good idea or not?

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