Chapter 4, slight edit

(I made a slight edit to chapter 4. Something about it still doesn't seem right. I really need suggestions. Thank you for your time)



"Please captain, can I take the shot? Please, pretty please? They're in my sights I could do it and take them all out and it wouldn't even be hard and this mission would be over and-"
      "Silence! I told you we just needed visual confirmation of the targets. Nothing more"
       Aqua licked her top lip and bit her lower one in anticipation, "but siiiiiiiiiir, just think of the bloody mess it would make. Just let me squeeze the trigger, we could just say it was an accident."
      "I said no. That is final.", Lucas demanded.
       Aqua gave a small bite through her bottom lip just so she could ease her ravenous nature for blood. She savored everything about it. Her finger quaked over the trigger of her rifle. She longed to pull on it and feel the recoil press into her shoulder. Being able to control the life of another gave her a high unlike any other.
       Aqua was a bloodthirsty member of the corps., which sometimes that would be a great quality to have. She would never so much as blink twice when ordered to kill someone. Though at a time like this, before the fight, the observation, she was on pins and needles and it annoyed Lucas to no end. Her insensate nagging made her quite the bother. On the plus side, this bottled up her lust for blood and made her that much more efficient on the battlefield.
      "Now come down to the rest of us", and Lucas clicked off his receiver.
       Aqua took one last look through her scope. She picked out which member she would try to save for last. The one with the black coat and purple hair appeared to obvious. The kid was just a kid, and they’re always so scared that it’s no fun. It’s always nice to have a fight. Then Aqua looked at the blonde. The look of intensity in her eyes made her the target she wanted. That passion and intensity was what she wanted to extinguish.
       Satisfied, she took apart her gun with great care and efficiency that most would reserve for an infant. She stood and had a insidious smirk on her face and bit harder into her lip and drew more blood. They had scars all over from the countless times when she forced herself to wait before a kill.
      Lucas took a deep breath. He always hated that he needed her on certain missions, though on the other hand, he hated it more when he couldn’t have her. He was very fortunate to be able to snag her at the last minute and add her to his group. Lucas had garnered a very precise group that would be the most efficient to take down these rogues and Aqua was his ace in the hole.   
       Lucas was picked by the higher ups for having known just about every one of the Rogues who had defected. He knew firsthand what each of them were capable of and how to defeat each one. All except for the boy, that is. He had seen a bit of him and the boy looked like a meek child, but the years of battle had beaten into him the mistake of underestimating anyone.
       Lucas’ team was made up of six members, two members who were exceptional with firearms, one who was excellent at recon and hand to hand, a swords expert, and of course, himself and Aqua. Of course they were all trained to use firearms and various melee techniques, though each of them had their own expertise. There was no way they were failing this mission.
       The rogues were foolish; doing half the work for them. Sticking themselves in a tomb, the irony was almost beautiful. All his team had to do was go in there, quickly dispose of them, and if somehow, somehow any of them were to get out, there's always Aqua who was going to camp outside and pick off anyone else.
      Lucas smiled, they had so many advantages over them that it was almost like cheating. He got to pick his team, they were forced to be with each other. His team know who the Rogues are whereas the Rogues have no idea of their existence, just like the Ghosts they are. Having an extra member can make all the difference as well. It was probably almost unnecessary.
       Cylvia noticed that look on her leader's face. It was a dark, twisting grin that many of the members of Revenant were so prone to having. Many of these soldiers were so willing, even happy, to be killing. It made Cylvia sick to her core, especially in regard to Aqua.
      "Hey, you got somethin' buggin' you Cylvia?", Max asked.
       Max was a bit worried. He knew just from the subtle differences in her behavior and facial expressions that Cylvia hated to be around Aqua. Everyone was cautious around her, but she never seemed to put up any kind of defense, though a feeling of disdain emanated from her.
       Cylvia didn’t respond, though she gave the slightest shake of her head. Again, another subtle expression. Her hair barely even moved with her skull.
      Max put his arm around Cylvia and gave her a reassuring squeeze, "Hey, Lucas said this mission shouldn't last too long. It'll all be over soon. Then we can go home", he gave her a smile.
      Cylvia just shook her head again, but she at least tried to return the same smile. Max was very in tune to her, he was the only person she felt comfortable with. He did not seem like his being was dedicated into killing others. Out of many of the Ghosts she had seen, Max was probably the most human. Unlike Aqua.
      Aqua climbed down to them and Cylvia instantly felt sick. Aqua emitted this aura that just made her feel like throwing up. Aqua was always on the verge to kill. It wouldn't surprise her if she were to kill all of them just to satiate her own appetite for death.
      When Cylvia got a better look at her opposite, she even noticed Aqua was trembling, almost twitching. There was only two moments when she noticed anyone would ever quake. One was what happened with many new recruits after their first kill. Most of the Rookies had never held any kind of weapon before Revenant, much less taken a human life, and almost all of them would tremble at what they had done.
       Then there was Aqua. She would quiver whenever she was excited. The only time she was ever excited was in anticipation of a kill. Whatever she saw in the Rogues up there must have excited her quite a bit.
      Vera observed Aqua's quaking and made a mental note of it. That is exactly what she needed to restrain herself of becoming if at all possible. Aqua had Vaseline on the trigger, always ready to slide off rounds into a body.
       Vera had heard the stories like all the rest. Aqua would kill innocent civilians or those who had already surrendered. She always claimed that they were ‘suspicious’, but nobody could ever prove it. Nobody was stupid though, they all knew the truth. Aqua was a monster who took pride in what she did. Who reveled and dance in fields of blood and death.
      Vera could hardly believe that they were almost of the same cloth. The way they came into this world of theirs was the same, but their origins were different. Rarely does anyone know very much about how they came to be, but everyone knew of Cylvia's past. It was no secret, it might have even given her a bit of infamy.
      Cylvia was once a serial killer that slipped up and got caught only to be put to death. Somehow, Revenant got a hold of her and got her to work for them. It probably did not even entail a large amount of convincing, just a promise of being able to kill once more.
       Vera always made sure to be able to react to Aqua should anything happen. She was sure Aqua had noticed by now, it was her job after all to notice the tiniest of changes. Vera always made sure to keep eye contact and keep one hand near her gun. All Aqua was is a dangerous beast, she made sure to treat her that way.
      "Alright, so can we go now? I'm dying of boredom here”, Adva broke into everyone’s thoughts. He could sense the tension in air that Aqua always brought with her and it annoyed him.
      "Yeah, c'mon Cap'n! Let's go! I wanna be able to-"
       "Yes, we know, we all know what you want. Now that you're back, we can finally move out. Is everyone ready?"
       "Sir!", They all snapped a salute and got up. Some of them might not have been as sincere about it, but all he needed was to have their loyalty. Lucas would not put up with anything else.
      They moved fluidly as a unit, snaking through the people on their way to the Katacombs. Nobody really seemed to give them much more than a second glance. So far, so good.
       They made it to about 100 meters away before they stopped again. Lucas took out a set of binoculars and tracked around for them. They were still standing and talking, they seemed so disorganized. They stood out so much. Especially that Xephyr. Black coat, blue hair, purple sunglasses. There was no mistaking him. He had a girl wrapped around his arm, Anya. She was definitely a beauty.
      The boy was still there, he was an X-factor. That boy could potentially be anyone or anything. He was going to have to keep a close eye on him. Skylar was there, cold as ever. Her face expressionless. Eyes sharp. She said something, and even from the distance they were at, Lucas could still see a slight tension due to whatever she said.
      Oddly enough, Damian seemed pleased. It was the oddest thing, he hadn't seen an expression like that from his former comrade in a long time. If only he knew what was in store for him.