Peru, 08/02/2012, 03:04 .

Marc "Ghost" Sanchez stared at the curtain of rain that was pouring down endlessly in front of him . Hidden in the shadow of a century old tree tilted on the side, he watched the jungle silently almost peacefully, despite the barking of dogs getting closer and closer . His hand familiarly squeezed the M9 handgun in his grasp ejecting the magazine, he looked at it briefly before putting it back in its place . His movements were nimble and swift almost like he had repeated it a thousand times before, which he did .

'Great' He thought bitterly . 'Two bullets left plus one more in the chamber . Not enough to make a difference' .

Closing his eyes and concentrating on his hearing for a while, a picture of a map of his surroundings appeared in his mind . If the greatest genius on the planet could see this they would cry in disbelief . That's not something they would be able to do, so seeing someone who didn't have the IQ of a genius do it so easily would certainly crush their vision of the world . This was an ability he could only accomplish with time, experience and near death experiences . This was also the reason he managed to survive until this day, just a few weeks shy of his 40's birthday, which in his line of work was way past the average life expectancy .

Twelve dogs, thirty five men within an eight hundred feet distance around him, that was the maximum range he could sense . And more people keep coming in . Opening his eyes again he began looking at his hands covered in blood, his blood . Moving a little bit to the side pain shot through his body, especially from his right shoulder and right hips, where he got hit in his escape .

A bitter smile spread across his face . A rough face that demonstrated a hard-led life . Brown hair, brown eyes and clearly of spanish heritage . 5'9'' with a toned athletic body . He vas the kind of people you meet every day in the streets and you don't remember him the second after you have seen him . Which in his job was worth gold .

"Well, it seems that this is the end for me" He said in a cold, unemotionally voice while his right hand reveal a M67 hand grenade that he took from his pocket .

Without a hint of hesitation he casually removed the pin and watched the spring-loaded safety lever separate from the grenade . A light seemed to appear in his cold, brown eyes for a second before disappearing . His life started to flash in front of his eyes while he started counting .

"3"

He remembers being born on the first december 1974 in the city of Dallas, Texas .

He remembers his mother dying while giving birth to him .

He remembers his father dying when he was 6, when he was being shot from a hit and run on the street in front of him .

He remembers being in the care of his uncle, his mothers brother, a military man strict but caring in his own way .

He remembers being trained by him since his 10th birthday because he was being bullied .

"2"

He remembers kissing Jessica Northfeld behind the school when he was fourteen . His first kiss .

He remembers winning first place in the state shooting competition that same year followed by another 4 years in a roll .

He remembers enrolling in the US marine corps when he was eighteen .

He remembers being selected for SEALS training for exceptional aptitude at nineteen .

He remembers gaining his nickname "Ghost" for his aptitude at adapting and remaining unnoticed regardless of the environnement .

He remembers his first kill at twenty in his first mission in the middle east .

He remembers being wrapped up by the CIA for Black Ops at twenty-five .

"1"

He remembers his first mission for the CIA, killing an african warlord at twenty-six .

He remembers the death of his uncle at twenty-nine from a heart attack .

He remembers his kill count going over one hundred and thirty-two .

He remembers his last mission in Peru, killing the lord of a drug cartel who knew too much .

He remembers the CIA abandoning him in enemy territory because he knew too much as well .

He remembers the most important rule: "NEVER GET CAUGHT" .

He remembers removing the pin .

"0"

He remembers no more .