SEAL Team Bravo: Black Ops VI - Guantanamo Read Online Free Page A

he'd heard them bragging about the number of men they'd physically beaten to death over the past weeks and months. Women too.
    But the whore, she's just some poor kid, trying to feed her family. If I can save her from Ryder's blade, I will.
    "Sorry, Will. By the time Ryder has finished with them, their own mothers won't recognize them."
    "Damn, I was looking forward to getting my hands on them."
    "Another time. As soon as Ryder opens that door, we need to move fast. Pick up any weapons you can find, we're sure to need 'em later. As soon as we clear the building, we'll steal a vehicle to get a long way away from this place. There's one more thing." He explained about the prostitute, "She doesn't deserve to die."
    "Agreed."
    "What's she look like?" Rose asked with a grin. An innocent question, except where women were concerned, Brad Rose was anything but innocent.
    "She'll look like a dead body if Ryder gets to her," he replied.
    Brad's expression sobered. "Roger that. We'll look out for her."
    They waited in the reeking, humid cell for John-Wesley to make his play.
    It's almost a miracle, Nolan considered. One moment, we were facing death and the next, planning to break out of prison. Even if we only get part way and go down in an exchange of gunfire, it's the honorable way for a Seal to die. Not slaughtered out of hand by Colombians reeking of booze and puking up their breakfast of chili rice and beans.
    He looked out the tiny window set in the door. The passageway was dimly lit, but a shaft of bright moonlight broke through, and he could see the two soldiers sitting at a table. They were playing cards and drinking from the neck of an almost empty bottle of Tequila. The whore was kneeling on the floor, attempting to unfasten a soldier's pants. The other man belched, a long, loud noise that echoed along the stone passage. His comrade giggled and responded with a series of farts as the whore worked on his clothing.
    Soldiers? Apart from their sadism, they deserve Ryder's justice for the insult to the business of soldiering.
    The man who'd belched looked up as a fist hammered on the door. He climbed to his feet, picked up the scattergun, a two barrel sawn off shotgun, and opened the door a few inches.
    "Si?"
    Nolan heard a man's voice speaking in low, urgent tones. The voice belonged to Ryder. Fortunately, he'd learned Spanish during his upbringing in Texas, and he was able to make himself understood. Nolan heard him say, "He venido a rezar por sus almas. El Comandante me envió."
    I'm here to pray for the prisoners' souls. The Commandant sent me.
    The guard argued for a few moments then reluctantly gave in, even though the preacher was interrupting their fun. The prison commandant's word was law. Besides, the Americans were due to die in a few hours. What difference would it make, a few words from God?
    He opened the door, and a shadowy figure stepped through. The guard frowned. It was strange; the priest wore camouflage pants. His jacket, though black, was ragged and dirty, as if it had been picked up from a garbage heap. The man also stank of sewage.
    "Que pasa?"
    What is going on?
    "And I looked, and behold, a pale horse." Ryder intoned, "And its rider’s name was Death, and Hades followed him." The guards both gazed at him with incredulity, worried by the crazy-sounding Anglo priest. Ryder went on, oblivious to their stares, "And they were given authority over a fourth of the earth, to kill with sword and with famine and with pestilence and by wild beasts of the earth."
    As he ended the verse from Revelations, John-Wesley walked further into the room. If was as if was a cobra, mesmerizing his prey with the haunting words.
    "Está mal," one of the guards said, his voice tinged with superstitious fear.
    Ryder's lips parted in a thin smile. "It's very 'mal', buddy. You just beheld the good 'ole rider on that pale horse. You recall his name? It was 'Death'. And he's standing right in front of you."
    As he talked, the blackened