Prologue...

He kept looking back, shooting, when a figure has appeared in front and a muffled shot was heard. The Ghost fell, pressing the wound in his side. The pursuers surrounded him.

The one who shot him came up to him and pointed his gun.
- Why? – wheezed the Ghost.
- Nothing personal. We were hired - the voice from under the mask said.
The answer was followed by another shot. The control shot.

Chapter 1

The 2 GHOSTS, freshly conscripted into the illegal force, stared at one of their fellow comrades bodies, presumably killed hours ago. "Why?" one said "He was a good Bird of his word, why?" tearing up "Money." the one kneeling to the ground looking at the body said "Mercenaries, you give them the money, they give you the body." they both moved on meeting up with a larger group of GHOSTS, "Mercs got Owl." the Hedgehog said, looking at the commander of the squad, who silently cursed "But not in vain, we'll hunt down and kill those men."

"No, you will not." a Wolf in a SEVA suit approached, looking at the commander, "We are not here for revenge, we are here to scavenge, remember the Creed." "You know-" "I know what I know, Commander." "YOU CANNOT JUST LE-" "Soldier! You are NOT conscripted to bicker, if it wasn't for me you'd all be dead, now do me a favor and shut your yapping, maybe give Owl a good prayer than your useless blabbering!" the Wolf yelled, leaving the Commander silent and angry "Yes sir." he grumbled.

Well, I like how the vibe is in this story, but when it comes to the form, it still needs patching up, like...

-separating paragraphs whenever dialogue is used

-capitalizing the beginning of the first word of a sentence

...you know? Now this is just a suggestion here; you could do a little bit more with their gestures, like what they do when they shout, threaten, calm another down. Body language is important, heh.

That's all.

Chapter 2

The bot scoped the area, nothing. The outpost which was once stuffed with goodies was now empty top to bottom, anything of value taken, not even a bot was left, everything had been cleared out; the robots were supposedly hidden for concealment, but why all of it? It only gave away something was wrong.

While turned, a Wolf ripped the SWAT-bot to shreds, leaving nothing but scraps, all scattered as the parts clicked and sputtered seemingly gasping for the life it never had.

"Lets get out of here, there'll be more." The Wolf instructed.

"Why? We could l-"

"No, the post is wiped clean; don't you get why he was scoping the post out? Somethings wrong here, and I don't wish to find out, not soon anyways."

"Fine." the Commander spat.

Upon reaching the Liberty outpost #03, the rag-tag team rested and ate... Except the Wolf. 'somethings wrong, no one loots an outpost full of bots and leaves nothing there.' The Wolf thought.

"Strelok." a man stood in front of him, unusual yellow eyes staring at Strelok, a stare that frightened even the toughest men.

"Yes?" Strelok said, standing up.

"I have a job for you." The man seemed to stare into Strelok as if reading the Wolf like a book.

Ah, it's looking real better now with the structure AND the plot, heh. Keep it up.

Molotov - Thank you.

Chapter 3

Strelok snuck through the outpost, making not one sound as he walked through the shadows, now hiding him from sight by the absolute darkness not even giving a spec of light. He heard a sound, and not just any sound, the sound of an alerted Cyduct, a horrible robot which was pumped out of still in tact factories as a thing which would and could tear apart everything to pieces if it could. He then saw the horrid thing come at him, only to turn direction to a SWAT-bot which was foolish enough to venture into the post, The Wolf watched in horror as the thing teared the bot to pieces, proceeding to "eat" the parts.

Luckily for Viper, he had quickly snuck out of the room before the thing could take his life; he travelled on, going down floor after floor until he found a door, it looked like a vault door, with it's shining golden pieces gleaming, it looked teared to pieces, like a bomb had exploded right on it.

"That's it! No wonder it was cleaned top to bottom, the types of bombs capable of such magnitude to blast a door like that would be the size of a door!"

Before Viper could take a good look at the mysterious dark void, he heard a growl and a thud, he immediatly ran from the building, jogging until he felt the warm fire and the sounds of his squad mates pondering and asking him what was going on.

"What did you find?" were the first words to come from the man's mouth, as he was patiently waiting for Viper's return.

(Viper is Strelok's Nick name.)