COD - circus?

*He takes a slow, deliberate step toward her, his gaze unwavering. He touches the back of his head, then brings his gloved fingers into view. They're wet with blood.* Now we're even.

*she grabs her gun* no we're not..

*He stops, his gaze dropping to the gun in her hand. A low, cold chuckle escapes him.* That's not even loaded. *His eyes lift to hers.* Don't you remember?

*smiles, putting a hand on his head gently* No problem. By the way, where's your parents?

*shoulders slump* I don't have any... *voice barely audible* They said the circus would take care of me

.......*exchanges glance with Ghost*

*They all got out the SUV and approached the circus main tent/building, sliding through the crowd to get to the edge of the stage. Soap grinned and nudged ghost* " Bet you wanna be up there, LT. " *Ghost grunted* " Save it, McTavish. " *Nikto and Konig went further down the back to watch the others- Gaz was positioned outside the tent. Soap watches as the ringmaster is taking a kid away , backstage , as they struggle to pull away.* " Ghost... watch this. " *Ghost huffed* " not now, Johnny. "

So we're armed, at a circus? What is Konni here or somethin'

Konig? No, he's not here. Why?

*I show them a big black dot on my neck. Almost like an ink stain* I also can't leave because of this.

**This is not a tracker.** *i descend into the basement and grab a rabbit* This is a show rabbit. It almost escaped last week. I will show you. *I toss it outside, where it squeaks and runs off. Before exploding into a shower of red*

*The cheery circus music outside feels like a sick joke. Soap stares at the red splatter on the pavement, his face pale. Ghost is utterly still.* "How, sir?" *Soap's voice is barely a whisper, laced with cold fury.* "Tell me we can get it out of him."

you two do look cute together. *I chuckle*

*Soap wraps an arm around Ghost's shoulders* See? Even the Dreamer thinks we're cute! *Ghost shoves him off* Get off me, Johnny!

*giggles* aww don't be shy!

*Three young performers huddle in the corner, bruises visible in the dim light* They've been... *Konig's voice catches* Training them like they trained you.

*drops to my knees beside them* Emma? Lucas? *voice breaking* How long- *turns to Konig* How long have they been here?

*jaw clenches* Months.