Chapter: 23

Colonel Nixon
February, 3, 2013
Bruce’s Best Burgers
24:32
“Hello Ian, glade you could come.” Hanke said. “This is Colonel Nixon.” Hanke said gesturing to a man next to him. Leaning back in his chair, Nixon had short black hair and brown eyes. The colonel looked up and said “Yes, I am Colonel Nixon of navel and land.” Nixon said in a soft voice. “Colonel Cole Nixon is skilled the arts of strategy, gun fighting, and sniping. You will work with him to flush out the last general, Mauvais Fou.” Hanke continued. “Do you think there was a reason that the Officer was so stupid to put all his best generals on a plane?” Nixon asked. “It was a risky thing to do, but according to my special sources the Officer believed the air was the safest place.” Hanke replied. “He thought wrong.” Nixon said. “Back to the mission, unlike your past mission, witch you simply used all your resources to kill the general, this time I have a plan. Like the raid on the Officer’s air strip, Nixon will lead a strike force to both, take Mauvais’ training camp - where he is located - and distract the forces there. You will go around the forces and snipe Mauvais, sorry Nixon, you can snipe next time.” Hanke said. “Ok, and if the force fails, I’ve heard the training camp is also a artillery field?” Ian asked. “Well, full retreat of course.” Hanke matter-of-factly said. “Ok something more important, where is Fabian Penn and Drake McDale?” Ian asked. “They where great! More like an Alamo Scout mission, not one of the force was injured or killed.” “That’s good.” “One more question, how hard will this be?” asked Nixon. “Let me remind you Nixon, Mauvais Fou is blacklist number 2, his training ground is not just a training ground is planed to push out attackers, also serving as a artillery field, whenever loaded he can shell us at will. To say it simply, the anything that will be harder during this semi-war is the attack on Santa Fe, we must stop from become a REAL war. Meet with me at the Extraterrestrial Highway in Nevada, the training grounds is a mile away from there. In one of the most desolate places in North America”

Chapter: 22

Chapter: 22
Rough Landing
February, 3, 2013
Deli’s Plane the Rébellion
19:00
Ian closed the drop door, confused, I’ll see you at the most inconvenient time? Did Deli mean to let go? Ian started up the plane again. Pass the conference room, then into the kitchen (where he shot a chef hurling knifes at him) into a luxury dining room, then to a sitting area, then finally the cockpit. Shot the pilots and took control over the plane. The turned the plane around and then there was a explosion above him. Ian ducked as Deli fell into the room. He stood up and smiled. “Overdale, Overdale! I will give you one more chance. Give up now or I will fine a way to kill you!” Deli said “Never!” Ian responded. “Ok then you asked for it.” Deli attempted to hit him, Ian caught Deli’s fist and used Deli’s own energy to throw him on the ground. Deli simple and kicked Ian in a place the sun don’t shine. Ian toppled over. Deli jumped up and kicked Ian in the chest. Deli said. “Clearly I can’t beat you fairly, so… Deli went to the controls and aimed his own plane to do a dive straight to the ocean. “Good bye Overdale, I am now number 3 on the Blacklist, thank you.” He grabbed his parachute and pulled it on. He opened the door and turned around. Ian was gone. Deli looked around alarmed. Deli fell as he was kicked in the head. Ian had crawled out the hole Deli and made, and flung himself through the open door. “No Deli, thank you.” Deli look up at Ian in hatred. He pulled himself up at glowered at Ian. You will now get away with this! Deli shouted. “Yes I will, join your dead comrades and plan a undead rebellion please this is fun. I‘d like to do it again” Ian jumped dropping a smoke grenade too. Deli staggered around trying to find the controls, the smoke was to thick though! A minute later Deli found them, he smiled and started to lift the plane up, but it was too late. A second later Deli was no more.

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The explosion looked huge from Ian’s position. A mushroom cloud as tall as a skyscraper, and it looked as if it came from a dragon’s maw. Slowly Ian descended in his parachute. When he landed it was a mile from land. The coast guard picked him up, Ian showed his ID and the coast guard helped him get in contact with Hanke and the others. “Ha! You think you needed to tell me Deli is dead? I saw the explosion from here! Kidding, the coast guard told me before they got you. What? Ian you’ve overdone yourself! Now only 1 more general before the Officer! Keep this up and I’ll give you the Agent of Angels honor. Meet up with me at Bruce’s Best Burger’s restaurant, I have someone I want you to meet.”

Chapter: 21

A Plain Plane Mission
February, 3, 2013
The Officer’s Air Strip, North Carolina
18:32
“Ok men, all of know what to do. Troops, your mission is simple, stay alive, kill as many soldiers you can, and make as much chaos as possible. Drake, your dressed as Ian. Make sure no soldiers see your face, and run the whole other direction as Ian is going. You will go in before Ian to draw more troops to you. Ian, find your way to the packing zone and clime into a crate. Hope that you will not be found before the plane has taken off.” Fabian was saying at base camp about 5 minutes away from the air strip. “Ok now on the way up be sure not to be seen. I will give you 2 more minutes to prepare.” Ian walked away from Fabian. Ian surveyed the landscape, the air strip was long and narrow. It smelled of tarmac and jet fuel. It was secret until 5 days ago. In that time the CIA figured out that supplies for the Officer was being imported and exported from France to American unknowingly by both the American government and the French. “So are you ready Ian?” said Drake McDale from behind him. “You should be that one that’s ready, your impersonating me! If they catch you your as good as dead.” “Whatever it takes to avenge my fallen childhood city.” “Your as about as mad as the Officer as I am aren’t you?” “What do you have ageist the Officer?” “Rumors are flying around that before the Officer’s Army was official that he was behind 9/11 and all the people they caught was just finely paid mercenaries. My Uncle was on that plane, he had taken care of me after… well that’s a story for another time.” “I’m sorry. My mother was in Santa Fe when the raid took place. I don’t know what happened to her.” Then Fabian shouted from behind them. “Ok men! Forum here we march against the Officer now. Tonight” They stepped quietly past the trees, it was more like a marsh then a ocean on this island. The team stepped into deep mud that reeked of kind of smell you can’t exactly describe. Ian heard the Air Strip before he saw it. He heard machines inside, he wasn’t sure of what kind but it was vary nosy. The team spilt into groups, Alpha, Echo, Zulu, and Bravo. Ian was in Zulu with Fabian. Drake was in Alpha who would operate at the other side of the base. “I thought we weren’t trying to take the Air Strip.” Ian commented to Fabian.” “We aren’t we just need to make sure it LOOKS like we are.” Fabian then spoke into his walkie talky. “Echo, Bravo move into positions. Wait for my queue. Alpha, wait until I strike, we will be a deadly finish.” Ian saw in the distance the other 2 squads moving into positions. “Ok now!” 2 explosions sounded and gunfire started. Fabian waited a agonizing 2 minutes then said. “Alpha, Zulu move!” Ian’s team moved with out question and about 100 feet away so did Alpha. Ian’s squad moved to enforce Bravo’s line, and Drakes moved toward Echo. Once they got to the front door, Ian waited until Drake was ready and ran into the Air Strip. A quarter of a millisecond before Ian went in Drake ran in too. Ian stayed out of sight while the other end Drake ran into the thickest of the fight and Frenchmen chased him down going “Overdale, there! Get him!” and “Overdale where, where? I want his bounty!” I have a bounty? Ian thought. He passed behind packing crate, after packing crate. Then Ian saw it a colossal plane, with something in French written on the side (Ian didn’t have time to translate it), and crate after crate has being loaded into it. This had to be Deli Cilgin’s plane, they where loading the crates like crazy, as if the world would end if they didn’t keep loading. Ian sweep across the air strip to the plane, his trench coat, he was wearing, blew behind him. Ian hid behind yet another crate. Ian had to get into a crate unnoticed, that would be hard considering all guards around the plane. Right when Ian came to this conclusion, Drake ran past him in his own trench coat and promptly all the guards went after him shouting. Ian scrabbled into a crate in front of him. He looked over at Fabian a shouted “Retreat! Everyone we’re being pounded too bad!” Then Ian crouched into the crate so no one would have seen him. Then a worker ran to his crate and pounded nails into it and all went into darkness.

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“Wait 15 minutes until you open the crate.” that’s what Fabian had told Ian before the raid started. Ian had been cramped in the box for 10 minutes. To say things simply, Ian got impatient and kicked the crate open. He stood in a cargo hold. A large one too. Ian observed the crates around him, many containing guns, some files, a few, and some food. Ian looked at his own gun. Dismayed he noted he was almost out. Ian went the weapon crates and took a M16, it seemed all the terrorists had outdated guns. Ian inched toward the door at the other end of the room, witch was starting to smell of jet fuel. He waited a minute, then kicked the door open. The room was luxuries, red leather seating, plasma screen TV, granite tabletops. But more importantly, 4 uniformed generals looked up. Ian felt a funny feeling in his chest, they where here. Henro Chu, Julia Bann, Galen Arg, Kindo Gaal, Vihane Hull most of the blacklist was on this plane. Then Ian saw Deli. “Ah, nice for you to join us Overdale!” said Deli in a distinctive Indian accent. “Generals of the Officer’s Army! I Command you to kill him, I do not care of the Officer’s orders. He is to big of a threat! KILL HIM!” Without question all the generals drew guns. Ian darted back and fired his M16. Hull fell, but soldiers started to pour into the room. Ian was backing back into the hold. Hold the hold Ian joked to himself. The generals entered slowly Ian held his gun ready. “Why must you be so? Why is the CIA so dumb? Didn’t he know this would be a meeting for the generals?” asked Arg in a mocking tone. “Oh the CIA is dumb? I think a gathering of ALL the generals on a PLANE is dumb.” Ian retorted. “It dose not matter now. What matters is the swine on my plane, he’s killed Hull, let us kill him slowly.” said Deli. “Well. Did it every occur to you what your standing on?” Ian asked, at the same time pressing a large red button that read SUPPLY DROP. All the generals and most the soldiers flew out of the drop door, Deli held on at a rail while his soldiers flew out. Deli looked up the Ian and said “I’ll see you in the most inconvenient time Overdale!” Then Deli let go and flew out along with the rest.

Chapter: 20

Fall of Santa Fe
February, 3, 2013
Santa Fe, New Mexico
16:07
“Santa Fe has fell, people are being evacuated as we speak. The Officer is more dangerous then we originally thought.” Hanke said in a resigned tone. “Uh yah! Your not the one who the Officer is so intent on killing, if you where me you won’t underestimate him!” All three men looked depressed, mostly McDale though. “Santa Fe was my home for 13 years. I won’t stand for this! If anyone is with you Ian it is me! I will be with you till the end when we raid Santa Fe and rip off the Officer’s head!” Said McDale “I will be with you too, anyone who comes to my country, and my family will have a reserved gravestone.” Penn said “So be it. My next target is Deli Cilgin, I read his record he will be hard to get to, he is a stagiest so he won’t be in open combat. He will have to go through a lot of henchman before we meet Deli himself.” “I don’t care how many obstacles are in my way, he took my old home and is treating it like scum, that deserves no less then death.” McDale countered. “Ok, now agents Deli Cilgin is in a plane to France, it is a private plane with a cargo hold, luxury area, dining, seating, you name you got it. You will all be part of the plan. Ian you will be packed into a crate to go onto the plane. I no, I no. Not exactly comfy. Penn you will lead the strike force on the holding center where Ian will be packed into the plane. You main objective is to distract the forces and then after Ian is in the box, get out! McDale, you will be the decoy. You will be dressed like Ian and will try and draw troops to you, not Ian. That is a dangerous task. Got it men? I have assembled a SWAT team to escort you out of the city. I will find my own way out. Ok got it men? Move out!” Ian moved toward to door, then Penn spoke. “You know its silly your still calling us by our last names. Please call me Fabian.” “Your right Fabian. Call me Drake. Please, we are now a squad anymore, call us by OUR first names like we do to you.” Said McDale, or now know as Drake. The three of them walked outside. Ian, Fabian, and Drake.

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After they had gotten out of the city, Ian and the others had gotten into an armored truck and driven off. “Are we going all the way back to Virginia in this armored truck? If we don’t take a plane there we will miss our flight to France! All we are going to do in Virginia is arm ourselves anyway!” complained Fabian. They had been on the road for hours. “We need to get out of the hot zone. The Officer has made that zone huge. Don’t worry, we are almost at an airport.” the Driver replied. About 5 minutes later ( but Fabian’s complaints made it seem longer) they arrived at an airport. They gave their ID first. So when discovered that they where agents, they where allowed to pass on to the plane (no weapon check!). The plane ride took about an hour, Fabian opened a book entitled The General, Drake turned on the TV built into the seat in front of him, and Ian just sat there, knowing that the raid would take place real soon. When they arrived at the CIA HQ in Virginia they went directly to the weapon room. It felt odd being in the HQ, almost safe, but one day that would be one of the most dangerous places for Ian. Yet, that’s a story for another time. Ian, Fabian, and Drake went straight for the weapons room. Drake scanned past several shelves and stetted on a MC6007, a weapon currently being used in the Mexican Revolt. Fabian eyed an Uzi but then picked 2 Walter P72s. Ian armed him self with explosives, C4, Stun Grenades, Explosive Grenades, and a whole lot others.

Chapter: 19

The Great Battle of the Department Store
February, 3, 2013
Santa Fe, New Mexico
15:41
Ian looked up to see Froid stagger with a wound in with right shoulder. The other men around him tried to help him. Ian look around half aware that there where running, screaming people all around him. Ian got up and looked to who had fired the shot. To his astonishment the lady from behind the counter was holding a gun. Ian ran over and said to her “What the h-” but he was cut off by the lady “I worked a bar for 4 years ok? Now get out of here they’re be after you!” Sure enough from behind him Froid shouted “Don’t help me get the boy!” Ian ran. Knowing the Officer, he would have probably ordered Froid to leave men behind at the doors, so naturally Ian ran to the whole other end of the store. “Use your guns idiots!” Froid yelled at his men who had only been chasing him. Gun fire stared. Ian ducked then moved to a milk jug witch he hurled at the on slather of French men. The milk jug mad contact with one man who was thrown off his feet. Gun fire started again. Ian ran around a corner into a pop aisle, the men ran right passed and then looked confused trying to figure out where Ian had went. “Hello!” Ian shouted throwing a 24 pack case of Mountain Dew at man witch made contact with his head. Ian started running again. Ian knew he couldn’t keep this up. What he needed to do is find the weapons section and fight his way out the front doors. More gun fire. Ian ran up the soap aisle, got himself a bottle of Dawn and ran up to the nearest soldier and gave him a good squint in the eyes. Ian was tiring fast. He really need to get the weapons. 3 armed soldiers where still chasing him. Ian got a good distance away from one soldier, he ran up a glass wear aisle and had an idea. Ian waited at the end for the soldier. There he appeared at the end of the aisle. “Hay! Over here! You remind me of the Officer. You not to bright either.” Ian said. The angry man ran at full force down the aisle. Ian went over and kick one shelf then ran to the other and kicked it. Glass wear started to topple. Within 10 seconds the man was completely covered in broken shards of glass. Poor guy. Ok, the good news: 2 soldiers left! The bad news: the other 2 soldiers new exactly where to find Ian! Ian ran. The pounding footsteps where catching up. Ian turned down several aisles until he reached the sports section, then hunting. He picked a gun at random, loaded it with bullets and started to fight back. They both quickly fell. Hanke must have his Death Trigger by now Ian wished he had it, this gun felt oddly slow. He easily got out of the section and proceeded to cash registers. It was giant battle raging right in the front of him. Ian saw a SWAT team and the Officer’s soldiers in the fray. It looked like a stalemate, neither side was getting very far, but Ian had to go right into battle to out into the street. Then there was a great “BANG” and part of the roof fell in more of the SWAT team grappled down and started fighting more soldiers down the aisles, the whole store was now a war zone. Ian ran toward one of the SWAT team members and joined in the firing. The man Ian was next to glanced at him, then took a double take. “You Ian Overdale aren’t you?” he said. “Yes but what’s that have to do with now? We are in the second D-Day here!” “Well Hanke told me to tell you that your safe house is in the old warehouse on 22nd street. You better get out of here he is worried.” the man replied. “Don’t have to tell me twice!” Ian ran to the doors, he was almost hit several times, but got out unharmed. The outside of the store was not much better. Santa Fe, New Mexico had changed dramatically since the hospital had been taken. Fires where starting everywhere, Ian heard gunfire from several places around the city. Ian started to walk, 22nd street wasn’t to far away. Ian met a lot of soldiers on the way up, but they were not much of a problem. When he got to the warehouse, it was the strangest warehouse he’d ever seen, computers plastering the walls long tables with papers strewn across the surface. It smelled of a mixture of mold and rotting cheese. 3 people was in the warehouse, Hanke, Penn, and McDale. They didn’t look to happy, and for Penn and McDale that was rare.

Chapter: 18

Ian Goes Shopping!
February, 3, 2013
Santa Fe, New Mexico
15:11
Ian couldn’t believe how stupid he had been, he hadn’t asked Hanke, Penn, McDale, or even Aaron where the safe house was! Ian just stood in the middle of the sidewalk dumfounded. Then the concert exploded right by his foot. Ian turn and saw that there where multiple snipers in the windows of the smoldering hospital. Ian ran up the street -still under sniper fire- and then down an alleyway. Ian discarded his pistol there, partly because he didn’t like pistols (ever since the inauguration assault), partly because he has out of ammo. Ian headed for the end of the alleyway (because going in the way he came wouldn’t be vary smart) and turned to look upon another street. This one was crowed with people, pedestrians, police, fire crew, new reporters to name a few. Ian heard one of the new reports over the chaos, New Mexico General Hospital as you can see behind me is in flames, most of the patients have been evacuated bust the fire crew has not yet entered because of reports of a mad terrorist organization inside the police have been organizing a SWAT team… Ian had heard all this from the sidelines of course because he was still in his hospital clothes. Ian back into the alleyway thinking about what the reporter had said, police have been organizing a SWAT team, there still might be some hope… but Ian didn’t think even a SWAT team could outsmart the supreme strategy of none other then the Officer himself. Ian took out some clothes out of his bag (witch thankfully had been saved from the raid) and put them on. He walked out into the street calmly and proceeded down the road until he found a Best Mart. He entered it, his stock of food was running low (along with fresh clothes). Ian was at the deli when it happened, a feeling… that something was wrong, it reminded him of the inauguration, sensing that something bad was going to happen. “Is there something wrong?” a lady behind the counter asked. “No, no I think I’m fine.” Ian walked a few steps back and then he was face-to-face with a burly French man. “Where you going, punk? I have something to discuss with you Overdale.” the man said holding Ian tightly by the thought. But the worst thing was the man’s face, black scored, and it looked like charcoal. “Let up Froid! The Officer wants him alive.” a guy with Froid said. “I don’t care what the stupid Officer wants! I will kill this boy if I want! Look what he did to my face!” Froid said savagely. Ian realized with a jolt that this was one of the men from Echo Cell Phone Tower, only 10 bodies where found there! Then there was a gunshot and Ian collapsed and the floor.

Chapter: 17

Worst Day Yet
February, 3, 2013
New Mexico General Hospital
14:53

A day before Ian’s release, the end of the world begun. Ian was fit to continue his mission, but he still had one day left (don’t ask, I don’t know why hospitals do that) so Ian was just reading a book he found on the shelf. The Last Man Standing by Etat Srebmahc, some foreign guy. Even thought Ian had had bad experiences with foreign guys, this dude was a good writer. But this was not important, what was important was a large force of terrorizes entering the hospital. Alarms flared Aaron Doctor ran into the room and yelled “Get up! Here arm yourselves” Aaron handed Ian, McDale, and Penn pistols. “What do you run a pistol business here? You always have pistols. Why don’t you bring out the big bazooka or something!” Ian said laughing a little. “Just come on!” Aaron said. Hanke stumbled out of bed still not fully recovered. “What’s happening?” he asked wearily. “The Officer is here, there’s been some attempts to stop him… no luck. He’s only 2 floors down come on!” The five of them race along the halls. About to reach the staircase, the doors burst open, a mixture of French, American, and several other countries poured in and fired. Ian made sure not to shoot the Americans. “Other way!” shouted Aaron. They turned and ran Aaron covering the other five. “If we get out, where do we go?” Ian asked while Aaron was running full speed out of breath. “Safe house, down the road your Death Trigger is there.” Aaron replied panting. “Great, I’ve missed that!” Ian replied. “Elevator! Left!” Aaron shouted. They sped for the elevator witch at the time dinged and out poured another squadron of the Officer’s. Just then came the other squad from the stairs “Back to back! Protect Hanke!” Penn shouted. Aaron, Ian, McDale, and Penn made a circle around the weak Hanke and fired there pistols. The squads cornered them forcing them to back up into a ward. “Hold the line!” Ian shouted when inside, Hanke now behind them while they made a line. “Duck!” a weak voice from behind the line shouted. The 4 of them jumped to the ground as a small device sourced over there heads, hit the ground and exploded. “What the heck!?” was Ian’s first reaction. He stared over at Hanke who now looked paler and was leaning against a wall. “How in the name of the great god Zeus did you sneak a grenade into a hospital!?” “Long, painful story, go! McDale, Penn come with me I am weak. Rendezvous with me at the safe house Ian.” Ian left with Aaron. “So do you think we’ll meet reinforcements?” Ian asked. “Yes Captain Obvious!” Aaron said as Ian looked up and saw the Officer and a squad of troop directly in front of them. “Ah, well, well, well If it isn’t Ian and his little friend!” The Officer said. “Go.” Aaron muttered out of the coroner of his mouth. “No.” Ian muttered back. “Come Agent Ian Overdale! I have waited to long for your capture!” the Officer said gesturing his hand. “NOW!” Aaron shouted shoving Ian back Ian ran behind the corner and started to hear gunfire. Ian raced down the stairs and didn’t meet anyone. He ran into the receptionist area witch was a wreck. Chairs over turned, a pop machine on it’s side with bullet holes all over it (must have been made in Sweden) and a few tables in odd places (such as a rather small one hanging from a light fixture). Ian ran outside and realized, he didn’t know where that safe house was… he was not safe from the Officer. Not like he ever was…

Chapter: 16

Recovery
January, 28, 2013
New Mexico General Hospital
11:24
Ian was now well enough that he was off life support. So now Ian didn’t have to mess with all the wires, and the fact that someone might walk in and shut his life down. Since Aaron was an agent, he didn’t need proof, that was just him acting for the cameras, and when he saved Ian the assassin had shut the cameras down before he went to “check on him“. So Aaron still was Dr. Doctor a normal American doctor, or at least in everyone else’s mind. In Ian’s he was an agent of the CIA who had saved his life. While Aaron was in Ian’s room delivering lunch Ian asked “Who call 911 for you guys to come and take me to the hospital?” “I don’t know, we got a call that some people had jumped off a cell tower so we got there as fast as we could, and all we found where you 4 people, not the person who called.” So the “Who is the Contact” mystery is still open. Ian thought. Aaron left after that. Ian look over at Hanke and said “It was you who got me into this.” “Yes but it was you who applied for the job.” Hanke responded calmly. “I didn’t apply!” You said quote ‘I’m the only one that can do it.’” Ian said. Ian looked away and opened his laptop. Hanke had made a phone call to the FBI and Ian had been able to get his stuff back. He opened to blacklist again, it had been updated. It now read:

1. The Officer (there are rumors about his name but none of the have been confirmed
2. Mauvais Fou
3. Henro Chu
4. Julia Bann
5. Galen Arg
6. Kindo Gaal
7. Vihane Hull
8. Deli Cilgin
9. Gin Kane - eliminated
10. Novway Kane - eliminated

Ian looked. His next target was a guy named Deli Cilgin. Strange name. Ian closed the laptop. Number 8 was next….

Chapter: 15

The General Horrorspital
January, 26, 2013
New Mexico General Hospital
25:00
It was time. A assassin for the Officer’s Army had made his way into New Mexico General Hospital. The operation would be swift. Make it look like a freak accident, don’t make it obvious. Those instructions had been given to him by the Officer himself. The assassin leaned around the corner and aimed his gun. It had been modified to knock-out, so the guards would look like they feel asleep. The guards where easy. The assassin moved into place and went into the ward. He went over to Ian’s bed. He was on life support, shut down the life support, it will look like a malfunction. “Is there something wrong doctor?” someone asked form the doorway. The assassin turned around to see a man. “No, no! I’m just checking the life support. I do need of his medication, can you go get it?” the assassin asked, a perfect actor. “Yes, I have some right here.” the man said, putting his hand in his pocket. The man drew a silenced pistol and shot the assassin.

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Ian woke up. He looked a around, he saw Aaron out to the corner of the room. “Is there something wrong?” Ian asked him sleepily. “Oh no, nothing just someone tried to kill you.” Aaron replied. “Oh, ok.” Ian replied and laid back down and closed his eyes. 2 seconds later Ian sat straight up and screamed “WHAT?!” to Aaron.
That woke the others up. “Just what I told you, someone tried to kill you.” Aaron said calmly. Ian noted the silenced pistol in his hand. “Good work Aaron!” Hanke said. “What? Is he an agent or something.” Ian asked. “Yes, I assigned agents to hospitals all around the area of Novway Kane’s house.” “I take that as a insult!” Ian said savagely to Hanke. “It was only a precaution, and it paid off!” Hanke retorted. “Ok, ok fine!” Ian said. “Now rest up! We want you to recover quickly!” Aaron said acting as a doctor would. Ian shoot him a glare and laid back down. Ian heard Aaron move the body of the assassin out of the ward, what Aaron did then, Ian didn’t know. Ian didn’t get any sleep that night.

Chapter: 14

More Great Luck!
January, 25, 2013
Echo Cell Phone Tower, New Mexico
22:54
Ian hadn’t been aiming at Gin or any of her thugs, he had aimed at a barrel hoping he would be lucky. He was, the barrel had been full of gasoline. The shockwave was tremendous, and the fire was worst. It grew rapidly up the tower licking the metal. The four of them tried to hurry up and climb but the fire was to fast. “Keep going!” Ian shouted. “Oh, oh… never mind, jump!” All of them flew off the tower, it was the most terrifying thing ever. Surely the impact would kill him. He hit the ground, hard. The ground felt like concert. He thought he had to have broke every bone in his body. Then he heard that voice. “Ian! You fool! I told you not to come here!” Ian then saw nothing but black.


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Some time later
New Mexico General Hospital
“He’s waking!” Ian heard someone say. He opened his eyes, all he saw was a blur of colors, he blinked several times and a ward in a hospital come into view. He was surrounded by people, doctors. “Mr. Overdale?” someone said. “Ugh!” was Ian’s answer. “Mr. Overdale, are you all right?” one of the doctors said. “Of course not! I jumped off the largest cell phone tower in New Mexico!” “Sorry, Mr. Overdale” the doctor said. The rest of the doctors milled around taking notes and stuff. “Sir, we thought you would be dead! It’s a miracle your alive! But, you have 3 broken ribs, a arm, a minor internal bleeding and you have a concussion.” a woman said. “What where you doing jumping of a cell phone tower!?” someone said. “Ask him” Ian said gesturing to Hanke witch he had seen next to him. All the doctors turned to face the old man it the neighboring bed. “That dose not concern you, doctors.” Hanke said quietly, Ian noticed that Hanke hadn’t faired much better than himself, maybe worst because of his old age. “Sir, are you aware that 11 bodies where found, and a gun called the Death Trigger? We could be housing murders!” said a doctor. The room got a lot louder after that “11 bodies?” “This old man you think is a murderer!? Your mental!” “You have a fair point there.” “Death Trigger? Never heard of it!“ where some explanations that the crowd of doctors said. “QUIET!!” yelled someone from the door. “Honestly, bickering like that with these people in this state!” the crowd parted and Ian saw a young man before him “Hello, I’m Dr. Doctor, I know funny right, you can just call me Aaron.” he said “I’m the head honcho of this place.” Aaron said. “Ah, yes head honcho, oh I’m starving, can you get me something to eat” “Yes, and then we can sort out this whole murder thing.” The room cleared after that. There where 2 guards outside his ward, even if there was an a attack Ian knew that wouldn’t be enough. “Now what’s this about?” Aaron asked. “They think we’re murders, crazy doctors!” Ian said. “Then what are you, jumping off the cell phone tower, just for fun I guess” “Oh, for havens sake! He’s an agent for the CIA, trying to destory a organization know as Rébellion Française, or the Officer’s Army. Ian was there with me. We where-” “What are we?! Brussels Sprouts?” Ian heard someone say farther back in the room. It was McDale with Penn in the bead beside, McDale had his arm splint and Penn had a crutch. “Hay! Why do you have minor injuries compared to mine and Hanke’s?” Ian asked annoyed. “We fell in the river next to the tower, you and Hanke missed in and hit the grass.” Penn said. “Oh.” “Ok people! Back to the CIA or murder thing!” Aaron said annoyed himself now. “Check his bags, you did find them along with the bodies?” “Yes, but they where confiscated, the FBI took them.” Aaron replied. “Ah, I see. I’ll get proof later!”

Chapter: 13

January, 25, 2013
Echo Cell Phone Tower, New Mexico
22:32
Ian walked toward the Echo Call phone tower, rather old, it was one of the smallest in New Mexico, only about 50 feet. It looked like a UFO in the dark, only seeing 3 blinking light in a triangle several feet from another. That was when the regroup was going to take place, at night. When Ian got there Venice Hanke was standing there with 2 other agents, vary familiar agents in fact. “McDale! Penn! What are you guys doing here?” Ian said to the pair. “I thought you might need a little company.” said Hanke. “Some people to tag along with you.” He continued. McDale and Penn smiled. They had helped him survive the Inauguration Assault and had saved the president. They where truly the ones that Ian would like to company him. It seemed everything was ok no one had attacked them let anyway. That wasn’t the case. Someone stepped from behind the tower, someone Ian had never met but knew who she was in a instant. “Gin Kane,” Ian said. “I’ve had the courtesy of meeting your husband.” “Ah, ves you ave. That is why I’m vere.” she said. “Ah, another person with the weird accent! Wonderful!” Ian said sarcasm dipping off this tongue. Several others came out of dark corners at least 10 of them. They where out numbered, big time. Ian’s hand instinctively pulled out the Death Trigger. Gin’s face paled. “Vat weapon! Vat filthy weapon! That one that Novway had, I vnew it vas dangerous, I knew that it vill come vact to haunt us!” “Ok! Lets stop the cit-chat and get down to business!” said McDale with a smile, pulling out a sub-automatic machine gun. “Yah, lets get this meeting over with.” said Penn withdrawing a assault rifle. The firing begun. Hanke didn’t have a weapon, he used his bare hands, to be exact be was using the Tiger method of kung-fu, aggression no defense. The four tried to keep the rest from surrounding them, they failed, they where backed ageist the tower. Ian started to climb the latter shooting all the time. 5 soldiers where left. The four of them, Penn, McDale, Hanke, and Ian where now all on the tower latter. None of them had any bad injuries, it was a miracle that Hanke hadn’t been hit. “Vhat are vou waiting for shoot them!” Gin shouted from below wielding her husband’s old shotgun. They where half way up the tower now. Ian looked down. There where the 5 thugs aiming at him, Gin. Ian aimed the Death Trigger and yelled “Hay! Filthy widow! Join your husband!” Ian fired.

Chapter: 12

Life or Death, by saving a friend
January, 24, 2013
Delest Forest, New Mexico
12:09
“What?” Ian asked. “You call was intercepted, then They hacked your e-mail, they know everything about your meeting.” the Contact replied. “How do you know all this!?” Ian rored. The Contact was useful, but the lack of personnel information was lacking, meaning Ian couldn’t trust him. “There will be no questions at this time, we might be being listened to right now.” The Contact said unhelpfully. “Ok then, at least answer this, I consider Hanke a friend, if he died it would be like a friend dieing, would you abandon a friend to death?” Ian asked. “This is not about being fair Ian! You don’t understand! You are the one who will save America!” “Save America!? That wasn’t in the contract!” Ian said outraged. “Maybe you need to look it over again!” said the Contact. Ian was shocked, he had never heard the Contact use sarcasm. “Don’t go to the regroup your contry and maybe many others depend on it, your life.” the Contact finished. “Life or death. Life, save the contry, death, save a friend. This might not be to hard to figure out.” said Ian. The Contact then hang up.

Chapter: 11

Blacklist
January, 24, 2013
Delest Forest, New Mexico
11:54
“Hello Ian?” said Venice Hanke. “Yah?” Ian said into his cell phone. “I have a lot to tell you, we received a phone call from the Officer, he said that there would be more destruction and more mayhem. I would have contacted you sooner but I couldn’t get a hold of you” Hanke told Ian. “That doesn’t mean anything right?” Ian asked. “No. I bet it’s another one of his dumb jokes.” Oh and I’ve made a list of the major people of the army. It’s a Blacklist to be exact.” Hanke told Ian. “Can you send it to me?” Ian asked. “I’ve already sent it to your laptop.” Hanke said. “Oh, and also we need to regroup. I have to tell you some things in person. I’ll send you the details in an e-mail too.” “Ok.” said Ian, then they hung up. Ian opened his laptop and found the e-mail about the Blacklist. There where ten of them. Ian uploaded the list to his computer.
Ian opened it and looked at it.

1. The Officer (real name unknown)
2. Mauvais Fou
3. Henro Chu
4. Julia Bann
5. Galen Arg
6. Kindo Gaal
7. Vihane Hull
8. Deli Cilgin
9. Gin Kane
10. Novway Kane - Eliminated

Ian closed it out making a mental note to print it ASAP then delete the evidence on the computer. His phone rang again “Do not regroup with the others, your like might depend on it” said the Contact.

Chapter: 10

Chain Reaction
January, 24, 2013
The Officer’s Prison, New Mexico
4:54
“Stay where vou are, if vou know vhats good for yourself!” Kane shouted at the crowd of angry inmates. Kane was holding the Death Trigger. Ian looked around the room. The whole walls where plastered with weapons, balanced so if one would be knocked into other, all the weapons would fall. Ian mocked “Ah ves! I vill kill vou all! I am the great Novway Kane!” Kane’s face turned red and he turned to a soldier a muttered something. While this was going on Ian had whispered so low that only the guy on his left could hear said, “Shoot shelves and run, pass it on.” Kane turned back to Ian, his face still red. “Now, now Novway, clam down.” Ian said calmly as the news about shooting the shelves was passed on. “Shut up!” Kane rored. “Oh Novway don’t be a bad boy!” Ian continued. “Kill vhem!” “Now!” Ian yelled at the group of inmates. The news had reached them all. All the inmates with guns or bows and arrows shot at the shelves. The chain reaction started. Like Dominos the weapons fell down. Knives, shotguns, arrows, swords, and a whole lot of other weapons fell from the walls. Ian and the inmates ran before the first of the weapons dropped. If Ian would have been in there still, he would have seen the guns fire as the hit the ground hard, the knives and swords slicing the prefect wood floor. But Ian was out by then. Him and the inmates waited until the clatter stopped. Then they reentered to a to scene to gruesome to describe. Ian walked toward Novway Kane’s body and took the Death Trigger, then went to find his stuff. Then left the prison for the inmates to destroy.

Chapter: 9

Cornered… again
January, 23 2013
Delest Forest, New Mexico
1:03
“Now vook, you surrender I vill give you this drink and I kick you out,” Kane said a strange non-French accent, “or if vou resist, I vill kill vou.” “What if I shoot you?” Ian asked. “I vill shoot vrist.” Kane said. “You think it’s that easy?” Ian asked. “Wow you must not have my full bio!” Ian said and then raised the Death Trigger. Kane did the same with his shotgun. “This gun shoots 50 per second surely you will be hit first.” Ian told Kane. A look a shock formed on Kane’s face. “50 vounds?! Pre vecond?!” Kane said astonished. “After I kill you I vill take vor gun and use it myself.” “Oh yah?” Ian asked. Kane then put the drink down on a nearby coffee table and put the free hand to his ear. Before Ian could comprehend that Kane was listening to a transmitter in his ear, everything when black.

* * *
Date unknown
Location unknown
Time unknown
Ian opened his eyes. He was lying on a hard mattress in a room made of concrete. Ian sat up the wall in front of him has bars, he was in prison. In what prison he did not know. Ian walked to the bars, people where outside, armed people, guards, soldiers. He was in the Officer’s Prison. Ian walked around the room thinking. There was a window far up on the wall it had bars in to thought. If only he had a bomb or something. Ian sat around for hours thinking. Finally a man walked up, he looked like a guard, but he didn’t seem like a guard. He had a cloth over his face so Ian didn’t see it, the man had dark red hair, and pale skin. He pasted Ian a phone and said in a whisper, “Don’t let Them see it, answer it when it vibrates.” his voice sounded familiar. The man walked away. 10 minutes later the phone vibrated. Ian answered it. “In 30 seconds a bomb is going to go off, it will destroy almost all of the hallway. Get to a safe place. Under the bed.” the Contact said. Ian didn’t need to be told twice. Ian ran and ducked under the bed. A few seconds later a explosion shook the whole place. Dust hung in the air debris few everywhere. “Run outside and to your right there will be the armory, your weapon is there.” Ian ran outside and stopped and looked around, inmates where milling around wondering what just happened. “If you want to get out of here follow me!” Ian shouted to them. One of them asked “What if your one of Them, you could be leading us into a trap!” “Ok then the ones who want to get out follow me!” Ian said again. All the inmates, even the one who had not believed Ian, followed him to the armory. “Ok everyone arm themselves!” said Ian. All of them took all sorts of weapons, ranging from a Uzi to medieval swords and bows. Ian searched for the Death Trigger, but then he remembered. If the Death Trigger if any where it’s in the hands of Novway Kane. Right on cue Kane walked in with 10 burly looking soldiers.

Chapter: 8

Novway Kane
January, 22, 2013
Delest Forest, New Mexico
23:12
When Ian saw the first guard he almost shot him. He was afraid that he would be discovered, but he leaned down to a prone position and stayed there. The guard didn’t see him. He snuck past to the basement doors. Not guards anywhere, Ian tried the door. Locked. Not surprising. Ian simply got out a picklock and the door was open within 5 minutes. Ian creep in, he looked over to a computer, Mal de sécurité à domicile was written across the screen. Must be some type of French security system Ian thought. Ian went up the computer. Within 10 minutes he was hacked into the system. Ian sifted thought the files trying to find the way to disarm the system. He couldn’t find the right file. So Ian found the delete button and deleted all the files! Now that disarmed the system! Ian went up the stairs, as quiet as Death himself. Ian pick locked the door to the house. He walked in. He was in what looked like a living room, he closed the door behind him. He looked around all the furniture here was modern, and tidy. There was a 57 inch TV at the far wall. Ian look around the room, surely he could sneak something out to sell on e-bay, make a fountain, invest in his own private base of operations, complete with an armory, office, spy satellite station. But of course, Ian’s mission was to destroy the Officer’s army. Nothing else. Ian waked by, to a set of stairs. Then Ian’s cell phone rung. Ian answered. “Run” said the Contact. Ian didn’t think twice. He ran windows exploded as soldiers burst thought. Ian ran down a hall, up some stairs, thought a rec room. All the time soldiers bursting in. Ian hit a dead end. He truned around, pulling out the Death Trigger. Then a man stepped forward, a drink in one hand, a shotgun in the other “Vot so fast” said Novway Kane.

Chapter: 7

The Contact
January, 22, 2013
Delest Forest, New Mexico
23:00
Ian was about to make his first move against the Officer’s Army. He was going to ambush Novway Kane’s house. Kane was a low ranking commander of the Officer’s Army. Ian was thinking about all possible ways to ambush the house. His phone then vibrated in his pocket. Ian got it out and answered it. “Do not try to contact me,” said a voice. “the recent call list on your phone will not show me.” Ian look at the caller ID.
Unlisted Caller it said. “Who are you?” Ian asked quietly. “I will not tell you, I am here to give you information, consider me a cheat sheet… a contact… the Contact” The Contact continued. “Now, Kane may be a low ranking commander and won’t be much of a problem compared to some of the other ones.” The Contact said. “Kane’s house is guarded 24/7 with some soldiers, but he also has bullet proof glass in his house, so you need to sneak in if you want to make it quick. Kane has a basement that is not guarded and it has a door leading outside and into the house. The basement is where the security system is operated. Kane is so sure that he’s protected that he doesn’t have any cameras, just the system. Hack into it and shut it down. It should be easy after this, sneak around till you see Kane and take him out. Use this information well, it may be the thing that keeps you alive…” Then the Contact hang up. Ian wondered if he could trust him… there where 2 things that could happen.

He’s telling the truth and this mission ends easily.
He’s lying and the basement is the most guarded place it the house!

Ian didn’t know what to think. This is all I got. Ian thought. He walked toward the house. Ian might be making the biggest mistake of his life… and he had made some pretty big mistakes.

Chapter: 6

Old Coot
January, 19, 2013
Wetmore Hotel, Pennsylvania
13:43
Ian walked up to Wetmore Hotel, or what used to be Wetmore Hotel, now it was a old moldering building. All boarded up now. Ian walked forward and took through one of the windows who’s boards fell down. “Eh, you!” yelled a voice “Whatca doing there!?” the voice yelled again. “Huh?” Ian said confused. “That’s not your property! It belongs to the Wetmore family is you want to check it out ask them.” Ian looked down at an old man, banishing a cane. “Agent Ian Overdale CIA, Elite Guard DC739P, this is a matter of the nations security.” Ian said with a steely tone while holding out his ID. “Not another agent! I thought you guys left the hotel years ago!” said the old man exasperated. “What?” Ian asked bewildered. “You heard me sonny! This is like the 5th agent I've caught!” “You know why?” Ian asked. “Of course not! You agent types don’t say a thing!” The old man almost screaming now, but Ian “keep his cool”. “It is because Rébellion Française also known as the Officer’s Army originated from, now describe these agents please.” Ian asked calmly. “Oh ok sonny, all of them where big, and I mean big, all five looked a bit French, but claimed they where CIA, you’re the only one I’ve trusted so far.” the old man replied. “Thank you, you’ve been a great help.” Ian said. And turned and walked away.

Chapter: 5

The Mission
January, 16, 2013
CIA HQ, Virginia
18:04
“So…” Hanke said. “What?” Ian asked. “One more thing before you leave,” Hanke continued. “ I need you to… to…” “What is it?” Ian asked “You need to,” Hanke started calmly. “destroy the… Officer’s army. There is no other agents in the CIA available, on the IES, but I would like an agent on this mission. I know you’ve gone through enough to last with the inauguration assault.” Ian said. “What do I need to do in this job?” “Ian, you need to destroy all of the commanders, and then Generals… then the Officer. You need to start with the lowed ranking commander then work your way up to the Officer.” Hanke answered. Hanke handed Ian a file. With the words, the Officer’s Army written across the front. “I thought it was Rébellion Française .” Ian said. “It’s another less known name for the organization, we use it a lot here in the CIA” Hanke said. “So do you except your mission?” Hanke asked. “Yes, I think so. I haven‘t had much action in all these years of guarding the president” Ian said. “Are you sure Ian? I have a good explorer in the IES, Shane Sala, he would happily take this mission. This would be his biggest yet, but as I said I want an agent.” Hanke said. “No, no. I said I wanted action. Plus I your right to want an agent on this job.” Ian said rather nervously.

Chapter: 4

Informal Origins
January, 16, 2013
CIA HQ, Virginia
17:56
“What is this?” Ian asked Venice Hanke, head of the CIA. Ian was holding up the Death Trigger. “It’s a gun” Hanke said. “I know that! I mean where did it come from… I thought I knew every brand of gun.” “That’s brand new, only 50 in existence. We gave about 10 to Washington D.C, that must be one of them.” Hanke told Ian. “Ok then… how’s Mr. President doing?” Ian asked wondering if he wanted to know the answer. “Fine” Hanke said. “He was shot at point blank range, but the guy that shot had a really bad aim.” Hanke continued. “So how about Rébellion Française , tell me bout’ them.” Ian said. “You are a question box aren’t you? Ok then what do you want to know?” Hanke asked. “Origins.” Ian said. “Wetmore Hotel, Pennsylvania. That’s where the Officer formed his army.” Hanke answered. “Oh… I thought… uh well, I thought the Officer would set his army in a place more… more.” “Formal?” Hanke asked. “Well yeah. The Officer didn’t seem like he would set up his army is a hotel. “Well it’s acutely pure genius!” Hanke said. “No one would bother a business meeting! Plus it was a low-class hotel so low-class security!” Hanke pointed out. “Oh” Ian said.

Chapter: 3

A Smoky End
January, 15, 2013
Capital Building, Washington D.C
15:14
The two of them, Ian and McDale covered Penn as he worked on Mr. President. “I’m almost done. Just a few more things to do…” Penn said. Then a guard unit came at one door on Ian’s right. One guard threw something sleek and black at Ian. Ian caught and looked at it. A gun. On the side it said Death Trigger. This will be interesting Ian thought. He fired his new weapon. 50 rounds pre second Ian decided. It was an incredibly fast firing gun. More guards popped out of a door on Ian’s left. Smoke grenades started flying.
The guards where in the perfect position to throw them. The whole room filled with thick impenetrable fog. Ian said “Cover your mouths!” to the rest. McDale did so. Ian looked over Penn did too and he had some cloth over the president’s. The gunfire stopped. A few minutes later the smoke cleared. All clues, except for the blown up doors of the Capital Building, the Rébellion française was there, were gone. A smoky end to them Ian thought.

Chapter: 2

First Pace of Action
January, 15, 2013
Capital Building, Washington D.C
14:48
“Protect the president!” Ian shouted to all of the other agents. There where more gunfire, more screaming and running. “Retreat to the Capital Building, and get everyone out of here!” Ian continued to yell. There wasn’t much point in yelling the second order. All of the citizens where all blowing the joint. The agents retreated into the Capital Building. “Rébellion Française is here!” one of the newer agents yelled. “Grill, Davis guard the doors! Henry, McDale, Penn, come with me, we need to treat the president.” Ian said to his squad. “How bad is it?” agent Penn, who was also a basic field medic asked Mr. President. “It not bad.” Mr. President mumbled in pain. Then a voice came from the locked doorway in the front “Come out little ones, don’t make me come in!” It voice was the one Ian dreaded, he had heard it many times in voice recordings, it was the Officer himself. BOOM!!! The doors of the Capital Building blew apart like rubble, Grill and Davis went flying with the blast and hit the ground with a dull THUNK! Standing there in the silhouette of the dust around him the Officer stood with along line a minions with M16s behind him. He was in his old Armée de Terre officer uniform. “Henry, McDale, guard! Penn see what you can do about Mr. President.” Ian ordered to the others. Ducking behind a wall Henry was the first agent to fire. “Hold them off! I think there might be some guards in here!” Ian said. Ian contacted the Capital Building security he got the gruff voice a guard, “Hello? Capital Building security.” “Where’s your guards on the lower levels? Where under attack!” Ian said frustrated into the radio. “Well… I thought that the inauguration guard would be enough to protect the entrance.” the guard said. “I don’t know what happened to the rest of the guard but this Elite Guard DC739P.” said Ian. “I’ll send some guards down to help.” The guard said quickly. Ian looked at his men. Henry was down and McDale was still fighting. Ian jumped up to join him. Let the games begin

Chapter: 1

Inauguration
Four Years Later
January, 15, 2013
Capital Building, Washington D.C
14:45
The inauguration was meant to be short. Rébellion Française had been active in the area recently. They couldn’t let the president be out in the open for to long. Agent Ian Overdale was one of the presidents’ top guard for 12 years. Not much had happened in his line of work. That all was about to change. The president had just arrived. When Ian had opened the limo door for Mr. President he had a stern face but Ian saw his eyes, full of excitement. They walked up the steps of the Capital Building the crowd cheering for there future president. He waved and smiled at all the people. Ian was on the alert, something wasn’t right. He knew some where in the crowds of people there was at least one person that meant Mr. President harm. Ian didn’t know how he knew, it was just a sense he had developed. The sense to know when something was wrong. A man jumped from the audience and said, “Mr. President, can I have a photo with you?” the man had a strong French accent. Ian should had known at that point that this was the man that meant Mr. President harm. “Yes! Whatever you like!” said the president enthusiastically. “I have a camera in here somewhere..” said the man rummaging in a gym bag. Instead of a camera the man drew a gun. Ian moved quick as lighting, drawing his own weapon, it wasn’t fast enough. The man hit the president once in the side. Ian gunned down man with his pistol, and the screaming
begun.

Prologue

September, 28, 2009
Wetmore Hotel, Pennsylvania
23:56
It was a dank dark night and was pouring down rain. The Officer as they called him, raced for a tall desolate building. He walked in and said, “No, no I don‘t need to check in! I have a meeting here!” to the receptionist calling to him from her desk. His voice had a heavy French accent to it. “At least give me your name to prove that your invited.” she snapped back. “Fine! Room 133, it’s a business meeting, I should be down as Officer.” The receptionist scanned her computer files for a bit and said, “Okay, hurry! There starting in 5 minutes.” The Officer ran towards the stairs. He ran to the end of the hall on floor 3.
131, 132, 133
The Officer got time to catch his breath and walked in. It was silent in the room, even thought the room was full of people. Each person stood and saluted the Officer, “Thank you,” the Officer said “now we all know why we are here right?” everyone nodded. “Good, we all despise the Americas, they think that they can rule the world, spanning there agencies out to the far reaches of the world, there army has bases all over this blue-green planet. It is time for a resistance.” Everyone stared at the Officer. Some one piped in “I knew this meeting is about Armée de Terre, but I don’t think the current Chief of Staff of the French Army will agree with your views.” “I’m sorry but this meeting isn’t about the Armée de Terre, this meeting is about a new group that I will form, Rébellion Française or The Officer’s Army”

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