The desert night was silent until the first explosion shattered it.From the watchtower of blacksite Raven,a CIA guard spun around too late to see the convoy of armoured trucks tearing through the outer fence,closely followed by a Rolls Royce.Gunfire erupted in controlled ac bbursts,red tracers splitting the darkness.Wuthin minutes,the most secure prison in the US overseas arsenal was reduced to chaos
Deep inside the reinforced bunker,cell block C trembled.The blast doors trembled and groaned as shaped charges melted their hinges.Wgen the smoke cleared,a tall figure stepped forward,wrists shackled,head bowed.Maxwell Rudiger.Former sniper assassin for hire,and a man the government had buried off the books.He blinked at the night sky for the first time in years,A faint smirk tugging at the edge of his lips.
"Welcome back Ghost,"one of the marked mean said as he snapped the chains with a bolt cutter.
Rudiger stretched his hands as if awakening from a long nap,"Took you long enough."
He headed for the Rolls Royce phantom surrounded by armoured trucks to provide cover.Inside was a man,5'9 in height,wearing a custom tailored suit, Limited Edition Patek Phillipe watch,a pair of white Air Force shoes and Versace sunglasses.His build was like that of a special forces soldier.
"Long time no see old friend,"he said.
His name,James Callisto.