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

blade emerged, almost invisible in the gloom. Then he struck. Ryder moved like a wraith, twisting, moving, and striking. The blade's edge slashed first across the neck of the man who'd opened the door. The last words the Colombian heard were also from the bible, although it's doubtful they gave him any comfort.
    "Death shall be no more, neither shall there be mourning, nor crying, nor pain anymore, for the former things have passed away."
    The room was already a bloodbath as he moved in on the second man, and the blade buried itself in his groin. He must have hit an artery, for a spurt of blood sprayed on the ceiling. The man screamed before Ryder silenced his death agonies. Yet still, the butchery continued.
    "Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil."
    "Please, Señor, don't hurt me!"
    He spun around, and the moonlight reflected from his eyes. They were distant, staring, seeking his next victim. Filled with a mad mixture of both threat and an almost gentle softness. He saw the girl and stiffened, recognizing her for what she was.
    "And there came two angels to Sodom at evening; and Lot sat in the gate of Sodom: and Lot rose up to meet them; and he bowed himself with his face toward the ground."
    Ryder went toward her, his greedy blade outstretched, and even in the dark, the wet blood was an awesome threat.
    "No, please!" she whimpered, huddling on the floor, trying to make herself less of a target.
    He ignored her desperate pleas and kept moving toward her. "Know ye not that the unrighteous shall not inherit the kingdom of God? Be not deceived, neither fornicators, nor idolaters..."
    He was almost on her; the knife moved forward as he searched for a vital point to stab. She was moaning, her cries unearthly as she saw her death approach.
    "Ryder, no!" The voice rang out, clear, commanding.
    The Seal stopped dead. He turned to look at Nolan. "Chief, she's..."
    "I said no! She's a civilian. Leave her, and get this cell door open."
    He seemed to shiver, then shrugged. He left the girl on the floor, and searched for the keys. He found them on a hook, ambled over to the cell door, and the key rattled in the lock. The door opened. They were free. Nolan nodded his thanks.
    "I still don't know how you managed it, but thanks, John-Wesley. Did you see any other guards when you came in?"
    "Next to the main gate they have a guard post. I'd guess about four men inside. There're sure to be others in the main prison block. This place is a kind of separate annex."
    "It's the condemned cells."
    "Roger that. I got in through the governor's house. I'd guess we can go out the same way, and take his vehicle. It's a shiny Mercedes SUV. The governor won't mind. Not anymore he won't."
    Nolan shuddered. It was the way Ryder spoke of his victims that worried him. The absence of any emotion over the people he killed. Maybe that was an advantage for a soldier, but he knew from his own experience there was always some shred of empathy for the men you killed. It was part of being human, but not for Ryder. For him, killing was a tool. A tool of the Lord.
    John-Wesley was a newcomer to the Navy Seals, and there'd been some initial doubts about his sociopathic personality. In the end, the consensus was unanimous. His lack of remorse over the people he killed, combined with his unequaled combat skills, was something of which they could make good use. Provided he never lost control. Like he almost did with the prostitute.
    Would I have shot him if he’d attempted to murder her? But how can you shoot a man who's just rescued you from a firing squad?
    There was no real answer to that question. He held out a hand to assist Will to his feet.
    "Can you make it?"
    The big man chuckled as he brushed off the offer of help. "Ask the next person I kill if I can make it. I only wish Ryder had left those two men to me. All the same, I'm grateful."
    They ignored the bloody bodies as they explored the guardroom for weapons. Will