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Name: John Miller
Carried
-Combat knife
-Cidel Arms Dragonfire-7 .45 pistol
-Cidel Arms Dragonfire-7 .45 pistol
-KSM-25 submachine gun,
-Ieron-7 submachine gun

Storage
-KP-15 9mm pistol
-Firefly 9mm pistol
-K-45 assault rifle
-Baseball bat
-Pulchosi-5 combat shotgun
-LanCo K-75 Assault Rifle
-Nurull Muren-20 Combat Shotgun
-LanCo KSR-30 Sniper Rifle
-Herol Armory GL-55 Grenade launcher
-Kurato Erino-9 Submachine-gun
-Frag grenades
-WP grenades
-plastic explosives.

Clothing: Dark brown T-shirt, tan cargo pants, Brown leather trenchcoat, black-ski mask, black dress shoes.
Other: Fugitive from the police and vigilante. Working with Dominic Kaine to bring a halt to corruption.

Martin led the group through the facility, using gadgets when necessary. Eventually, they reached a storage room, and Miller, Farilor, and Sam covered the hallways while Martin hacked the electronic locks, afterwards, he slid a small metal disk under the door to jam any other security systems. They entered the storage room and saw several electronic crates with their own electronic locks. Martin got to work hacking them while Farilor pulled off his backpack and unzipped it for Martin to put stuff in. John always carried a collapsible duffel bag, so he pulled that out as well. After picking the locks, Martin loaded the bags, along with his own backpack, up with several electronics. John didn't know what the hell they were, but he didn't care. This wasn't his department. John was holding a silenced Dragonfire pistol in his right hand, a combat knife in his left. He walked through the door first. A guard was walking away with his back turned, and John snuck up behind him and pistol whipped him in the side of the head. John caught him before he hit the ground and dragged the knocked out guard back to the storage room to hide him. Afterwards, the men left the storage room and began going back the way they came with Martin in the front.

Name: John Miller
Carried
-Combat knife
-Cidel Arms Dragonfire-7 .45 pistol
-Cidel Arms Dragonfire-7 .45 pistol
-KSM-25 submachine gun,
-Ieron-7 submachine gun

Storage
-KP-15 9mm pistol
-Firefly 9mm pistol
-K-45 assault rifle
-Baseball bat
-Pulchosi-5 combat shotgun
-LanCo K-75 Assault Rifle
-Nurull Muren-20 Combat Shotgun
-LanCo KSR-30 Sniper Rifle
-Herol Armory GL-55 Grenade launcher
-Kurato Erino-9 Submachine-gun
-Frag grenades
-WP grenades
-plastic explosives.

John walked into his room and took his Dragonfire pistols from their holsters, setting them on the workbench. He placed his submachine guns in their places on the wall and began tinting his Dragonfires to make them less shiny. He was all for shiny things, but pistols on a sneaking mission isn't one of them. After they were both tinted, he checked to make sure that he hadn't blocked any necessary movement and began his workout routine. Afterwards, he took a shower and made a microwave meal. He ate it while watching the news, and when he was done, he turned the TV off. He then began working on his other guns, taking them apart and re-constructing them. It wasn't quite out of a desire to make them better, he was just bored, and he liked taking guns apart.

Name: Dominic Kaine
Weapons: 2 Modified Enforcer pistols and a compact Typhosian Repeater.
Stored: Typhosian Assault Rifle(TAR-9), Golan EMP Mine, Warp Grenades
Clothing: Black t-shirt, blue jeans, tan overcoat
Other: Dom is a good detective wanting to clean up corruption. He has a cybernetic left eye that helps him in his job.

     The van's progress moved along at a quick pace.  Martin and White made very good progress and even finished installing most of the equipment into the van after working through most of the night.  Finally, early in the morning, Martin got Dom, Farilor, and Xarxes gathered by the van.
     "Alright, all our work is finally paying off now.  There is enough high quality computer equipment in this van to access the security network while mobile.  It can also do a number of other things, but those are a bit complicated for anyone but Dom," explained Martin as he showed everyone the interior of the van.  There were reinforced metal plates that were installed on the interior of the frame as well as seats bolted to the floor with computers and other technical equipment securely fastened to the van's walls and floor.  Some seats had been removed to make room, but there was enough room for six or seven men to fit inside. 
     "What is with the inside of the van? The walls look different," said Xarxes after he noticed the change.
     "I am glad you noticed.  Those metal plates will keep any other kind of detection device from scanning the inside of the van, but it also amplifies our own signal so that we can scan right back.  Luckily, we stole some of this Typhosia metal at the facility.  I am rather impressed with the small tests I have done," said Martin.
     "Let me take a look," said Dom as he climbed into the back of the van and began powering up the equipment.  He worked at some of the consoles for a few minutes before pausing.
     "I think this will keep me busy for awhile.  Give me a few hours working with this and I will have most of it figured out.  We still could use another person working with me to double our abilities.  Hugo should be out of the hospital in a day or two.  We should go pick him up now," said Dom. 
     "I can do that," said Farilor.  As Dom was about to reply, his phone rang.
     "Hello?" said Dom as he answered it.
     "The enemy is on the move.  Their new weapons are beginning to appear.  Be careful Mr. Kaine.  I am in hiding in the lower levels still and am luckily hidden from the mutated people, but I think that my location has somehow been discovered.  I am not sure if I will be alive much longer, but if I disappear, look for a file in the old subway system," said a female voice before the phone went dead.
     "Hello?! Hello!?" shouted Dom into the phone but there was no reply.
     "Who was it?" asked Martin, realizing that something was wrong.
     "Someone who had contacted me about the kidnapped scientists believes that whatever they have been working on is now done.  She said that the new weapons are being deployed and that I should be careful.  She also said that she is hiding in the lower levels, and she believes that she has been discovered...I don't know what to do," said Dom. 
     "Can't we rescue her?" asked Xarxes.
     "We barely got out of the slums as things were just getting bad.  Picture going back down there after several days of mutants securing everything and killing any resistance left," said Dom.
     "Maybe we can think of something soon..." said Martin.  Dom went back to working on the van equipment, hoping to distract himself from the predicament that Helen was in.  Martin went to another part of the hotel to think of ideas while Farilor and Xarxes talked quietly.

Name: Dominic Kaine
Weapons: Typhosian Assault Rifle(TAR-9), 2 Modified Enforcer pistols and Warp Grenades
Stored: Compact Typhosian Repeater, Golan EMP Mine
Clothing: Body armor, black long sleeved shirt, dark cargo pants, black stocking cap. 
Other: Dom is a good detective wanting to clean up corruption. He has a cybernetic left eye that helps him in his job.

Dom was busy working on the van equipment when he heard a yell.
     "Dom! I think we can rescue your girlfriend!" said the voice.  Dom leaned out of the van and wondered who said it.
     "She ain't my f*cking girlfriend so get it right!" he replied as he stepped out of the van and saw Miller. 
     "Dom, we can go down in the lower levels and save her," said Miller. 
     "I think it might be too dangerous.  There must be some other way that would be safer," replied Dom.
     "I don't think there is a safer way short of blasting through the lower levels in a tank," said John.
     "Still, there must be a way to get to the abandoned subway without having to fight through the entire lower levels full of mutants," said Dom persistantly.
     "Wait, the subway? You knew where she was?" asked John.
     "She told me that was where she would leave a file.  I assumed she would be in the area," replied Dom. 
     "She could've dropped it there days ago for all we know," said John.
     "Still, it is the only lead we have.  Otherwise, we would be risking a fight through all of the lower levels and we cannot carry a hundred pounds of ammo to do that," replied Dom.
     "So, the file lead is all you have?" confirmed John.
     "Basically...knowing that she is the sister of one of the captured scientists doesn't help us find her," said Dom.
     "Well, when do we leave?" asked John
     "We don't even know where to start. Maybe I can find a way to the subway that won't involve a mini-war with the mutants and see what that file has on it. Maybe she will be nearby or maybe the file has information that could be useful in finding her," replied Dom.
     "Either way, I'm sure a shitload of mutants are going to be dead by tomorrow," said John.
     "Quite possibly, but keep in mind that we need to stick together as much as possible and keep everyone alive," replied Dom as he began looking for blueprints of the city on the online networks.  After about ten minutes, Dom found what he was looking for.
     "Aha! Found the blueprints.  It looks like there is a sealed off maintenance area that has access to the lower levels.  There is a ladder that leads into the sewers near the subway system.  If we went that way, we could then enter the subway without too much difficulty I imagine," said Dom.
     "We'd better take our bigger guns...just in case," suggested John.
     "Bigger guns for what?" asked Dom.
     "For mutants, or any other possible hostile target," said John, "I want to have an assault rifle with me if we get into a firefight, I like my Dragonfires, but..."
     "Well, we certainly weren't going down there unarmed, but I was just curious about what you meant when you said we better take our bigger guns.  I plan on protecting myself as best as I can with the weapons we have," replied Dom.
     "Well, I'll tell the men. Is the van ready to take us to the insertion point?" asked John.
     "Yeah, it should be fine. We will have to find a hiding spot for it so that no one tries breaking into it while we are in the lower levels," replied Dom.
     "Or we could leave White with it, he likes blasting things, don't you White?" asked John.    
     "I miss it dearly, Johnny!" yelled White from the armory.
     "Alright, so White will be left with the van for who knows how long?" replied Dom.
     "White!" yelled John.
     "Yeah Johnny?" asked White.
     "Bring some snacks!" yelled John.
     "Alright then...I guess we should leave before it gets any later. Otherwise, we will be down there during the night," replied Dom as he went to grab his weapons.
     "Sounds good," said John as he walked off to tell the others. After informing them, he walked to his bedroom, put on his large-weapon harness, and slid his combat shotgun and his assault rifle into it, along with his trusty baseball bat. He already had his kevlar and his other weapons on his person from when he went after Grant. After grabbing spare ammo for both weapons, he walked downstares to the garage and waited for the others.  Meanwhile, Dom went to his room and put on his suit of body armor as well as putting other black clothes on overtop of them.  Then he switched to pants that had more room for ammo and finished off his attire with a black stocking cap since it was cold.  Dom then replaced his Typhosian Repeater for his assault rifle, and he also picked up his warp grenades.  Dom then attached a makeshift strap to his rifle and slung it across his back until he needed it.  Then he holstered his modified Enforcer pistols on his hips and put extra ammo in his pockets on his chest and leg pockets.  Dom then headed to the van where everyone was gathering.
     "Let's get ready to go," said Dom.

Name: Dominic Kaine
Weapons: Typhosian Assault Rifle(TAR-9), 2 Modified Enforcer pistols and Warp Grenades
Stored: Compact Typhosian Repeater, Golan EMP Mine
Clothing: Body armor, black long sleeved shirt, dark cargo pants, black stocking cap. 
Other: Dom is a good detective wanting to clean up corruption. He has a cybernetic left eye that helps him in his job.

     Dom looked down the maintenance hatch and couldn't see anything but pure darkness.  Shining his flashlight down into the black hole didn't do much since the bottom was way out of sight.  Dom kicked a nearby rock down the hole and listened.  Almost a minute passed before he heard the sound of it hitting the bottom.
     "It seems a little long..." Dom said aloud. 
     "No...really?" said Xarxes sarcastically.  
     "Alright, let's get this over with," said Dom as he attached the flashlight to his belt so that it shined downwards, revealing what was below him.  He then began climbing down slowly since the rungs were a little damp.  Xarxes, Farilor, Sam, Bradley, John, and Martin followed behind Dom.  It took about fifteen minutes for the group to finally near the bottom, but Dom finally saw the bottom.
     "I see the bottom just ahead!" said Dom as he reached the ground.  It smelled pretty badly, but nothing horrible enough to make him gag.  He unclipped his flashlight and unslung his assault rifle from his back.  There wasn't much around him and he saw that the ladder led into a large underground cavern.  There was a river of water that flowed between two stone pathways, but Dom knew that the water wasn't exactly healthy to drink.  He aimed his rifle around the area until he was sure that it was clear.  Xarxes reached the bottom a few seconds later and aimed his battle rifle around.
     "Pleasant place..." he mumbled as Farilor and Sam followed with an assault rifle and silenced repeater to add to their firepower.  Finally Brad, Miller, and Martin reached the bottom and looked around the place.
     "This place looks like sh*t," said Farilor as he finally looked around the place.  Dom duct taped his flashlight to his assault rifle so that he had better use of his weapon and then handed it around to anyone who needed it.  Then the group slowly began to move forward into the unknown darkness.  The group continued moving along the stone walkway until they came to a wall in the sewers.  There was a higher level that Dom guessed was about 10 feet above them where the sewage water ran down onto the level they were currently at. 
     "Looks like we have to get wet in order to keep going.  Someone give me a boost.  It is the only way to keep moving," said Dom as he grumbled and handed Miller his assault rifle.  Xarxes and Farilor moved up to the wall and boosted Dom up until he could grab the ledge above him.  He pulled himself up and quickly unholstered his pistol and looked around.  A flashlight was tossed up to him and he pointed it down the tunnel to find nothing dangerous in sight.  Dom holstered his pistol and groaned as water ran over his ankles.  He leaned down and grabbed Xarxes by the hand and barely managed to haul the larger man up without being pulled down.  Then the two systematically pulled up everyone else after a small delay and they continued onwards.  Nothing living was seen for awhile until they came to another large cavern and found part of the ceiling collapsed to reveal bent and broken rail.
     "Hey, it looks like we are underneath the subway system!" said Xarxes loudly.  Unfortunatley his voice seemed to attract something besides the group members.  Some snarls and growls were heard coming from the shadows ahead of them and a pack of mutants began shambling towards them.  Miller stepped in front of the group and immediately raised his assault rifle to greet them.  He unloaded half a clip into the group and they were cut down like a knife through hot butter. 
     "Nice work...but it seems that we are finding more living things as we get closer," said Dom.
     "Guys, I see a ladder that leads upwards," said Sam as he pointed his flashlight at a distant wall to show them where it was.  They all moved towards it with no more signs of mutants and climbed upwards into the old subway.  Dom was the first person up and immediately found two mutants closing on him.  He drew his pistol and emptied his clip into both of their heads and reloaded before unslinging his assault rifle.  Then the others followed and continued their journey into the subway.  They moved up the tunnel for several minutes before finding an abandoned station.
     "Alright, this looks like a good place to hide some evidence.  Look around and see if you can find anything," said Dom as his eye began scanning the area for anything that might be a computer memory file. 
     "Great...this station is pretty big.  Not sure finding it will be easy," said Xarxes as he began moving around.
     "Try to stick in groups of two so that we don't get caught off guard," said Sam as he brought some experience into play. 
     "I will stick with Martin then," said Dom as he and his old partner began searching more.  Xarxes and Farilor paired up as well as Sam and Brad.  Miller didn't really need anyone to cover him, so he was free to move around carefully.  The others weren't far and could come to his help if needed.

Name: Dominic Kaine
Weapons: Typhosian Assault Rifle(TAR-9), 2 Modified Enforcer pistols and Warp Grenades
Stored: Compact Typhosian Repeater, Golan EMP Mine
Clothing: Body armor, black long sleeved shirt, dark cargo pants, black stocking cap. 
Other: Dom is a good detective wanting to clean up corruption. He has a cybernetic left eye that helps him in his job.

     Dom took the envelope from Farilor and almost laughed when he saw his name on it.
     "I wonder what some enemy would say if he saw my name on this..." chuckled Dom as he looked at it.
     "Not always a smart move.  Is this lady really that smart?" asked Xarxes and he began to laugh despite the situation.
     "Smart enough to sneak up behind your fatass and hold a gun to your head," said a woman's voice behind him.
     "Ah sh*t..." said Xarxes after he heard the voice and everyone but him spun around.  Dom saw a familiar face except her face was sunken and looked as if she had not eaten much lately..
     "Helen! I thought you wouldn't be here!" said Dom.
     "I had to make sure that no one else got that file.  To also make extra sure, I put out a decoy that had a very ingenius virus.  The real file is with me" said Helen.
     "Well, we found you...so let's get out of here," said Martin as he heard noises coming from down the tunnel.
     "Mutants?" asked Dom as he strained to listen.
     "No...this is worse...much worse," replied Helen as she began pushing Xarxes and Dom in the opposite direction.
     "I think we need to get the hell out of here guys!" said Brad as he saw mutants heading towards them from the tunnel and they were being gunned down by something they could not yet see. 
     "Run!" said Dom as he had Helen and the others follow him back the way they came.  They slid down the tunnel in the opposite direction.  Dom reached the ladder first and had Sam lead the way with Helen following.
     "Go! Go! Go! I will be in the rear with Brad!" said Dom as he waited until everyone but Miller, Brad, and him were down the ladder.  The three of them looked back up the tunnel and saw a large pack of mutants being gunned down by something with a lot of firepower.  The first thing that came into Dom's head when he saw it was 'spider' but he knew that it wasn't living.
     "What the f*ck is that?!" said Dom as he was paralyzed by fear.
     "That is what we need to get away from!" said Brad as he pushed Dom to the ladder and down it.  Miller emptied a clip at the approaching thing as it continued mowing down mutants, but the bullets didn't even scratch it.
     "Go!" screamed Brad as he unslung his Nova EMP-R from his back and fired at the approaching thing.  Miller slid down the ladder as Brad managed to hold the enemies at bay.  He then slid down the ladder and landed roughly on the ground, but sprinted after the group.  The ceiling seemed to explode downwards and debris was showered everywhere.  Dom spun around and threw one of his grenades as hard as he could.
     "Grenade!" he screamed as his warp grenade landed next to the unknown enemy and exploded with a massive shockwave that looked like a bubble made in water.  Brad managed to avoid the blast and kept running as quickly as he could, and then he spun around and fired another clip from his pulse rifle. 
     "What the hell is that thing!?" screamed Farilor when he saw it. 
     "An unreal monster...a combination of flesh and metal...a military-grade cyborg," replied Helen as she followed Sam through the sewers.  Mutants were attempting to attack the cyborg but were being thrown in every direction by arms that appeared from its sides.  It looked a spider in the sense that it had multiple legs that it walked upon, but it only had six and two of them were able to move in any direction without hindering movement.  It also had some kind of gun that was mounted on the top that could fire in any direction visible to it.  The cyborg was about seven feet tall and eight feet wide.
     The group gave up trying to kill the cyborg and dashed through the sewers until they reached the ten foot drop off.  Sam dropped down first and caught Helen as she followed him.  Everyone else just jumped and rolled when they hit the ground.  Exhaustion was beginning to set in on the group as the sound of fighting grew closer behind them.  Dom was almost hit by the body of a mutant that had been thrown down the tunnel by the cyborg and it splattered against a wall in front of him in a shower of innards.
     "Ah! Dammit!" screamed Dom as he wiped the mess off of him as best as he could.  They group finally reached the ladder to the surface, but the cyborg and mutants were getting closer.  Brad turned around once again and raised his pulse rifle.
     "I will keep it busy! Go!" he screamed as he fired off his pulse rifle at the cyborg with better results.  One of its free arms suddenly sparked and then exploded violently before falling off.  The group was all of the ladders when Brad finally began climbing as well.  The cyborg jumped and crashed against the wall where the ladder was suspended and Brad grunted as he almost fell off.  He held onto the ladder with one hand and unloaded yet another clip into the top of the cyborg as he thrashed against the wall.  It made some sort of inhuman sound that made his ears hurt, but it reminded him of a scream.  The cyborg then began climbing up the wall using its legs and Brad continued firing at it. 
     "Keep going everyone!" he screamed as he emptied one of his last clips. 
     "You ain't going any further you nightmare piece of sh*t!" screamed Brad as he emptied his last clip into the cyborg's head or what looked like the head.  It suddenly fired off two missiles into the ceiling just as Miller had made it out of the line of fire and chunks of rock and debris began raining down on the cyborg and Brad, crushing them both.  When everyone had reached the surface and Brad did not show up, they feared the worse.
     "I think he planned on not making it back when he saw that thing..." said Sam as he looked down the hole.
     "We need to get out of here before anything else follows us!" said Dom as he closed the hatch and began pulling people towards the van.  Dom pushed Helen into the back of the van and everyone else piled in.
     White started yelling and almost blasted Farilor's head off before Dom hopped into the driver's seat and drove the van out of there.  No one gave White any kind of explanation.  They were too terrified and speechless.
     "Where is the mutie?" asked White after some silence and Xarxes lost it.
     "He is f*cking dead alright?" said Ray as he went back to being silent.  No one spoke for the rest of the drive and they all got out at White's hotel.

Name: Dominic Kaine
Weapons: Typhosian Assault Rifle(TAR-9), 2 Modified Enforcer pistols and Warp Grenades
Stored: Compact Typhosian Repeater, Golan EMP Mine
Clothing: Body armor, black long sleeved shirt, dark cargo pants, black stocking cap. 
Other: Dom is a good detective wanting to clean up corruption. He has a cybernetic left eye that helps him in his job.

Dom didn't sleep much that night.  He didn't know if it was because of the inhuman cyborg that was hunting them through the mutant-infested sewers and subway or the death of Bradley Cunningham, the quiet and secretive ex-soldier who had given his life to keep the thing busy.  Either way, he kept waking up with nightmares of their group being hunted down by the thing.  When he woke up in the morning, Dom noticed that Sam looked like he hadn't slept a minute. 
     "Rough night huh?" asked Dom quietly as he had some breakfast.
     "Just isn't the same.  You know, he was a lot more talkative with people he knew and trusted.  I believe the main reason he didn't talk much was because he was the lone survivor of a military operation back during the civil war about five or six years ago.  His entire squad was torn to shreds by artillery and he almost lost his right arm to shrapnel.  Still, he managed to carry about half of his squad to safety with only one arm, but they were all killed by another massive artillery barrage that hit the field hospital while he was getting more of his other squadmates.  Only he survived and was sent to numerous doctors to make sure he hadn't lost his mind.  Surprisingly, he seemed fine except that he was very quiet instead of being loud and boisterous like he used to be.  I was in one of the squads alongside his own and luckily was spared the horrors that he had to deal with," replied Sam with several pauses during the story. 
     "Really makes me wonder..." sighed Dom.
     "The sad thing is that the people we were originally fighting in that civil war were the people we became to believe were right.  That is why we both deserted from the military and began searching for an answer.  We believed that the old leadership of the civil war to overthrow the corrupt government was here, but their location was completely hidden from us.  If they were found, then they would be executed for treason without a minute to waste.  Heck, they most likely would be shot on sight," said Sam.  Farilor and Xarxes also joined the two for breakfast.
     "Where is Martin and that lady?" asked Xarxes as he finished his breakfast a short time later.
     "Oh yeah! I almost forgot about Helen.  Where did she run off to?" asked Dom as he stood up from the table and began searching around.  He found both her and Martin in the van looking at the contents of the file.
     "So, if you look here, you can see that the president was definitely working on a secret project.  That project almost certainly is being worked on by those kidnapped scientists.  There is no other explanation.  He ordered the kidnapping and has them locked away somewhere making those machines and maybe even something worse," explained Helen. 
     "Do you think the scientists are being kept in the upper levels?" asked Martin as he looked at the data.
     "Almost certainly.  If you look here, you can see that they were working on a number of things.  Cloaking devices, cyborgs, androids, new assault rifles and other experimental technology.  Some of the research for these cloaking devices is found here," said Helen as she pointed out other pieces of data.  Martin followed where she pointed and his eyes went wide.
     "The Sericco Research Station?! Are you serious? That place is supposed to be abandoned.  Don't tell me that the place is now their secret research location?" asked Martin. 
     "Sounds like it from the looks of things," said Dom as he peeked over the shoulders of both Martin and Helen. 
     "We should wait a day so that we can go over this material.  That way, we don't miss anything important," said Martin as he let Dom take his seat.  Sam then walked out in the garage and saw the group in the van.
     "Hey, I hope you don't mind but I called one of my young squadmates that I knew from back a few years.  Trustworthy guy," said Sam.
     "Who is it?" asked Dom curiously.
     "His name is Darius Cullsby.  A rifleman in training for the Typhosian Military.  This kid would throw his life on the line for anyone in his group and had some doubts about the motives of the military and the government.  He was more outspoken than Brad and I, which is why he got in a lot of trouble for it more than once.  Last time I checked a few months ago, he was back to being at a recruit rank.  I am sure he wouldn't mind doing something right for once," explained Sam.
     "Have him meet you at a neutral location.  I am sure Miller and White don't want this hotel discovered somehow," replied Dom.
     "Alright, I will take care of it," said Sam as he left the garage. 
     "I will work on finding another man to help us out here.  The more people working with us, the better," said Martin as he also left the garage.
     "So, do you think we can do anything to stop this mess from getting worse?" asked Dom.
     "I'm not sure...there is too much going on," replied Helen.
     "So what is your real name? I couldn't find any information about you when I searched," asked Dom.
     "You wouldn't since I erased my identity.  I have no name now," replied Helen cleverly.  Dom frowned and thought of someway to retaliate.
     "How about you go get some food? If you get any skinnier, your clothes will fall off," he said before walking off.  Helen glared at Dom as he left as if she wished her eyes could burn holes in him.

Name: Sam DeVoire 
Weapons: Silenced Aslim pistol
Stored: Silenced Typhosian Repeater, Nova EMP-R, High Velocity and Penetration Sniper Rifle, ShockWave grenade.
Clothing: Black shirt with khaki pants and black jacket
Other: Sam is an ex-Typhosian military scout and sniper.  A highly trained soldier in the art of infiltration and reconaissance.

     Sam walked into a small park that sat atop a middle level building and sat down on a bench.  He sighed and listened to the sounds of birds and insects that had made the park their refuge from the rest of the city.  A half dozen other people were walking around the park and talking quietly, but Sam ignored them for the most part except for making sure that they weren't hostiles.  Then a lone man walked into the park, looked around for a moment, sighed, and then sat down next to Sam.
     "It's been awhile hasn't it?" asked the man.
     "Yeah...way too long," replied Sam.
     "So how did Brad bite it?" asked Darius Cullsby.  He was a handsome young guy who looked to be about 27 with blonde hair and blue eyes. 
     "Those government guys got him..." replied Sam quietly.
     "I shoulda known...no one coulda killed him in a straight up fight," replied Darius.
     "So, will you help me make sure that his death was not in vain?" asked Sam.
     "Oh yeah...they'll pay for that.  Just let me at 'em," said Darius.  Sam smiled and began talking to Darius for awhile longer.  He had to make sure that the kid was really a good choice so that he wouldn't regret it later.  Sam quizzed Darius, gave trick questions, and tried to make him slip up in some way, but nothing made him seem like an enemy.  Then Sam escorted Darius to a nearby train and they began the trip back to the hotel.

 
Name: Martin Deallus
Weapons: 2 Golan Semi-automatic pistols
Stored:  Typhosian Carbine Rifle(TCR-3), Carbonik Auto Shotgun, Michvaun Anti-Armor System
Clothing: Grey t-shirt, blue jeans, brown jacket
Other: Martin is an ex-government spy who wants revenge against the government for abandoning him in the slums.

     Since Martin had been a spy for the government, he knew which people were 'trustworthy' or not.  The 'untrustworthy' people were those that were against the corruption in the eyes of his old superiors.  Now, Martin knew that those people were the most likely to aid him.  Jonathan Sorg was a police officer that had always tried his best to do the right thing, but unfortunately this attracted the attention of his superiors.  The subtle offers of money in return for overlooking certain crimes were rejected, and eventually Jonathan was thrown behind a desk to work off of the streets.  It frustrated him.  Frustrated, annoyed, and angered him to no end.  He knew about the corruption, but Jonathan also needed a job to feed his family.  The government knew this and tried to exploit it, the officer had managed to keep them out of the picture by sending them to live with his parents far away in the country.  
     Jonathan was heading home one night and walked up to the door of his small home.  When he flicked on the lights, he found a man sitting in his chair facing the door.
     "Jon, just relax," said Martin.
     "I am guessing you are probably here to kill me huh?" asked Jon as he already saw that Martin had his gun out.
     "Actually, it is the exact opposite.  You see, maybe a week ago I probably would be here to kill you but not anymore.  I need your help.  Close the door behind you and promise me that you won't try shooting me so that I can put this gun away," replied Martin.  Jon closed the door behind him and took a deep breath.
     "Promise me that you won't shoot me after I let my guard down," said Jon as he walked over to a cupboard and pulled out a bottle of scotch, poured himself a drink, and gulped it down. 
     "Relaxed a little bit more now?" asked Martin as he walked over to Jon and handed him his gun.
     "Alright, I trust that you aren't here to kill me now.  Tell me what you want with me," replied Jon.
     "Well, in the past few days I have been betrayed by my supposed superiors and left for dead.  I also have found out that the government is making all sorts of high grade weaponry and I have even seen a cyborg.  This isn't a joke.  I am now part of a group of people who are fighting to end this corruption once and for all.  I came to you because when I was still a spy, I knew that you were untrustworthy because you were against it.  Now, I know that you are a person I can trust to help us," explained Martin.  Jon listened and then poured himself another drink.
     "Looks like I need another drink to help me process that.  So things are worse than I have ever imagined..." said Jon quietly. 
     "Much worse...just yesterday we lost a good guy to that cyborg I mentioned.  An ex-soldier who was fighting for what was really right, not what his superiors told him to do.  I don't want that man to have died just for the hell of it.  Jon, I want you to consider my words and call me back when you make up your mind.  Also, if you have anyone else that you think would be good to consider, let me know," replied Martin.  Jon handed Martin's gun back and then was handed a scrap of paper with a number on it.
     "Alright, I will let you know tomorrow.  Will take me a few hours to think things through," replied Jon.  Martin shook his hand and then left the house quietly.  Then he headed back to the hotel.

Name: Dominic Kaine
Weapons: Typhosian Assault Rifle(TAR-9), 2 Modified Enforcer pistols and Warp Grenades
Stored: Compact Typhosian Repeater, Golan EMP Mine
Clothing: Body armor, black long sleeved shirt, dark cargo pants, black stocking cap. 
Other: Dom is a good detective wanting to clean up corruption. He has a cybernetic left eye that helps him in his job.

     Dom borrowed the van for a couple hours as he drove around the city.  He moved to just outside of the city limits and took a deep breath when he saw nature for the first time in awhile.  There were not many green plants inside the city unless they were in a small park.  Outside of the city was a green paradise.  Surprisingly, pollution had been kept within the city and left nature to thrive at least to a certain extent.  There were a scattered number of cabins that Dom had known of that were very close to the city.  They also attracted very little attention from the government since they were not within their sphere of control.  Dom drove the van to the edge of the great Nargessian Forest and found what he was looking for.  It was a nice cabin that was for sale.  It was not the kind of cabin that a person would see in an old exhibit, but one that was used for rich people to get away from the hustle and bustle of the city.  It looked like it was made of beautiful wooden logs, but it was really a metallic copy that was so close to the real thing that it even smelled of fresh wood.  Engineers really worked hard to make art like this.  Dom walked inside and found the person who had been trying to sell it.  He was an old man in his late 70s who Dom knew very well.
     "Hello Matt," said Dom as he entered the house.  Matthew Boson looked up from a small wooden sculpture that he was working on and smiled.
     "Well, if it isn't little Dominic.  How have you been? It has been...five or six years since your pop passed away hasn't it?" asked the elderly man. 
     "Yeah, I am glad that you have been taking care of his place so well.  Listen, I have need of this cabin now.  It isn't really for something legal, so I hope you don't mind," said Dom sheepishly.  
     "Now Dom, I know that your dad raised you well.  What is this you are saying about illegal stuff?" asked Matt.
     "Well, the corruption of the city is becoming so bad that things are falling apart.  The entire lower sections of the city have become abandoned and overrun by things that you would only see in horror movies.  The police are letting criminals walk free and they are arresting people that the government doesn't like.  Dad wouldn't have wanted me to be supporting such things.  He would do what he thought was right.  Myself and a group of people that I trust are working to stop this corruption.  I hope that I can count on you to help me with that.  If you don't want to risk your life, I understand.  This is dangerous work," explained Dom.
     "I am surprised it took you this long to see the slime underneath the gloss and glitter kiddo.  Your dad was one of the finest detectives in the city, but you know why he always seemed to be scraping for credits? Because the police had him so closely watched that he could never get ahead.  I think that I could help you with this place here.  I also have some other ideas I can talk with you later.  Just let your friends know that they can use this place as much as they want.  Your father would have wanted it," replied Matt with a smile.  Dom gave the old man a hug and thanked him once again before heading back to the hotel.

Name: Dominic Kaine
Weapons: Typhosian Assault Rifle(TAR-9), 2 Modified Enforcer pistols and Warp Grenades
Stored: Compact Typhosian Repeater, Golan EMP Mine
Clothing: Body armor, black long sleeved shirt, dark cargo pants, black stocking cap. 
Other: Dom is a good detective wanting to clean up corruption. He has a cybernetic left eye that helps him in his job.

     Dom, Sam, and Martin all met together later that night and talked over the people they had spoken to. 
     "I will pick up Darius Cullsby tomorrow morning.  He wanted to get some things together before heading anywhere else," said Sam.
     "I am hoping to get one or more police officers to join our ranks.  They are tired of the corruption and their families being threatened," added Martin.
     "Well, I got us the location of a new headquarters.  My dad had some good friends while he was alive," also added Dom.  The three of them talked about a few more things before going to sleep.

Name: Dominic Kaine
Weapons: Typhosian Assault Rifle(TAR-9), 2 Modified Enforcer pistols and Warp Grenades
Stored: Compact Typhosian Repeater, Golan EMP Mine
Clothing: Body armor, black long sleeved shirt, dark cargo pants, black stocking cap.
Other: Dom is a good detective wanting to clean up corruption. He has a cybernetic left eye that helps him in his job.


     Dom woke up early the next morning and went through the armory for a few hours and did an inventory on everything there. Then he went to find Miller and talk to him about something that was on his mind. Dom knocked on Miller's door and it was opened a second later.
     "Hey Dom, what's going on?" asked Miller when he saw the familiar face.
     "Pretty good, but I need to talk to you about something quickly," replied Dom. Miller opened up the door a little and offered Dom a seat.
     "Alright, go ahead then," said Miller.
     "Well, since our group is growing in numbers, I think that splitting up is a good idea. It would be me, Martin, Sam, Helen, and anyone they have recruited," replied Dom.
     "What about Xarxes and Farilor?" asked Miller.
     "You need a few extra men, so I'll give Farilor and Xarxes to your group," explained Dom.
     "Alright then, do you have a safehouse to use as your headquarters?" asked Miller.
     "Ah, well then I have found a place just outside the city in the Nargessian forest. My father had a good friend who took care of it and he is willing to help us out. That will be my headquarters. I saw your new van in the garage so I guess I don't need to discuss that much," replied Dom.
     "I was working on a few upgrades for it when you knocked," said Miller.
     "I think that we can gather our things by tonight or tomorrow morning and set out. Then we can work on communications between our two little bases and see how things work out. After that, we can see about moving forward," replied Dom.
     "Sounds fine to me, if you need something, ask White. He doesn't have anything better to do," said Miller.
     "I think I will let Farilor or Xarxes work with him," joked Dom as he stepped out of the room. Miller then closed the door after him. Dom went to the kitchen and explained the situation to Sam, Martin, and Helen when he saw them. Then they began packing with help from Farilor and Xarxes. After they finished packing, Dom pulled Farilor and Xarxes aside and explained the split to them.
     "You'll be working under Miller, that alright with you guys?" asked Dom.
     "Sounds fine to me," said Farilor.
     "I'm cool with it," said Xarxes.
     "Alright, we'll be leaving soon," said Dom.
Farilor and Xarxes said their farewells to Dom's group, as they probably wouldn't have time later.

Name: Dominic Kaine
Weapons: Typhosian Assault Rifle(TAR-9), 2 Modified Enforcer pistols and Warp Grenades
Stored: Compact Typhosian Repeater, Golan EMP Mine
Clothing: Body armor, black long sleeved shirt, dark cargo pants, black stocking cap.
Other: Dom is a good detective wanting to clean up corruption. He has a cybernetic left eye that helps him in his job.

     Dom drove the van out of the garage that had been its home since it was bought.  Martin sat in the back of the van with Sam and they had Helen teach them about the basics of the equipment. 
     "...so when you want to check to see if you are being tailed, you can put an electronic tracer on the computer in the other vehicle and see if it is keeping with you.  It shows up as a greenish color on the screen here," said Helen as she pointed at the real-time video on the screen in front of her.
     "Wow, that is insane! That mean we can check to see if someone follows us from right outside of the hotel to our new HQ.  If they do follow us, it means that we might be followed or it might just be coincidence, but I am sure there cant be many people on this route," said Sam as he realized how powerful technology was outside of the military.
     "Not used to this kind of gear Sam?" asked Martin.
     "Well, I am used to technology since all soldiers have a kind of cybernetic armor and a fully functioning heads-up-display that targets allies and enemies, but I did not expect this kind of stuff outside of the military.  I would have thought it would be exclusive, but I guess I should have expected this since we stole it from a facility.
     "That is probably the biggest explanation.  The other is that the government is also arming itself with high-tech equipment in order to maintain its grip over everyone," said Helen.  Dom continued driving the van through the city and then to the outskirts as the others curiously checked to see if they were being followed.  They were not.  Dom parked the van at their new headquarters, and they were surprised to see that it was a cabin of some sort.  Matt Boson was sitting on the porch of the cabin with a cup of something in one hand and a book in the other.
     "Howdy!" he said as they walked up to the porch of the cabin. 
     "Alright, I haven't told anyone who you are yet, so you should introduce yourself," said Dom.  Matt stood up and put down his cup that held some kind of tea and he looked at the others.
     "My name is Matthew Daniel Boson, former detective of the Kaine Detective Agency under the command of detective Timothy Kaine.  I am now acting as the head owner of this home of yours and fellow comrade," said Matt. 
     "Well, I guess I should introduce myself.  I am Martin Andrew Deallus, former agent for the Pallace government and now accomplice to Dominic Kaine.  I was recruited at a young age to be a spy and then those bastards went and ditched me in the lower levels when mutants began overrunning the place," said Martin.
     "My name is Samual Frazier DeVoire, former scout and sniper for the Typhosian Military Forces.  I left the military because it was so corrupt that I couldn't even get out of the non-commissioned ranks, so I gave up and then began working on a way to end the corruption before meeting the people from here," said Sam.
     "I am Rachel Jameson, the sister of the scientist named Michael Jameson who was kidnapped by Pallace most likely.  I guess my reasons for being here are obvious now.  I am a hacker by nature but have also been known for getting information out of people through certain uses of torture," said the mysterious woman who finally revealed her true name.
     "Sounds like an interesting group ya got here Dominic.  Planning on bringing in anymore people? We are kinda small in numbers right now," said Matt.
     "Yeah, but first we need to unload the van into the cabin," said Dom as he hopped down the stairs and began carrying guns into the house wherever Matt wanted them put.  The place was very comfortable with over half a dozen bedrooms and several sitting rooms.  Sam and Martin whistled as they entered the place that was fit for a king.  Then Dom met with everyone after they finished working.
     "Alright, it is time to pick up the new guys.  Martin, can you and Sam take care of it? I want to work on setting up things here," said Dom.
     "Sure thing, it shouldn't take too long," said Martin.  Sam waved as he left the cabin with Martin and the two drove off into the city again.

Name: Dominic Kaine
Weapons: Typhosian Assault Rifle(TAR-9), 2 Modified Enforcer pistols and Warp Grenades
Stored: Compact Typhosian Repeater, Golan EMP Mine
Clothing: Body armor, black long sleeved shirt, dark cargo pants, black stocking cap.
Other: Dom is a good detective wanting to clean up corruption. He has a cybernetic left eye that helps him in his job.

     Dom worked with Matt and Rachel on setting up communications with Miller and White while the others were out recruiting.  They had to setup a secure communications channel that was unable to be listened in on.  This idea was not easy though.  Anyone with very high knowledge in the area of espionage or hacking could find a way to hack anything.  The government most likely had over two dozen experienced hackers and spies working on its budget.  This brought up the need for something much more unique that would not be known to a typical hacker.  Rachel and Dom worked for quite a few hours on setting up a special network that required very little energy so that it was almost invisible.  The network would be turned off when communications were not being transmitted so that it would not be noticed by any observers looking for something that isn't normally there.  Before Dom and Rachel could finish, Sam and Martin arrived back at the cabin with several new faces.
     "Dom, this man is Darius Cullsby," said Sam as he motioned to a young blonde haired man. 
     "So, this is the soldier that you talked about before?" asked Dom.
     "Yes it is and I am damn proud of having him with us," replied Sam.  Darius smiled when Sam talked about him and then shook Dom's hand when it was offered.
     "Nice to be aboard here sir," said Darius.
     "No need to call me sir.  Dom works just fine," replied the detective.  Martin motioned to two younger men next to him.
     "These two men are Jonathan Sorg and Kevin Masters.  Both were officers for the police force before being held down so much that they couldn't accomplish anything.  Both are good men to have with us," said Martin.  Jonathan Sorg was a man in his late twenties with brown-haired and brown eyes.  He was very slim but also looked like he could handle himself in a fight.  Kevin Masters had blonde hair and blue eyes like Darius, but he was more slim than the young soldier and with gold-framed glasses.
     "Sorg was a normal patrol officer and Masters was one of our technical officers that was used for jamming communications before raids on gun and drug dealers.  Pretty good in the field when he has the right toys at his disposal," added Martin.  Dom stepped forward and shook both of their hands firmly.
     "Nice to see two more new faces here.  Glad that you guys are willing to help us out," said Dom with a smile.
     "My family is safely off of the planet, so I am willing to take the risks," replied Jonathan Sorg.
     "I don't have a family, so I only have to worry about myself," added Kevin Masters.
     "Then it is settled...welcome to the anti-government resistance," said Dom.  Then a familiar face came in the door quietly but with a wide grin on his face.  Hugo Anderson walked into the group of people and threw an arm around Dom's neck before attempting to give him a 'noogie.'  Dom replied by flipping Hugo onto his back.
     "Nice to see you back Hugo," laughed Dom.
     "Nice....to see ya Mister K," replied Hugo as he tried to catch his breath. 
     "Well, I guess these guys will need a tour.  Matt, do you think you can take care of them?" asked Dom. 
     "Sure thing.  Alright you guys, follow me," replied Matt as he began making up history about the cabin.  Dom and Rachel went back to working on the communications network with Martin's added help.

Not nearly done yet. =P

Name: John Miller
Carried
-Cidel Arms Dragonfire-7 .45 pistol
-Cidel Arms Dragonfire-7 .45 pistol

Storage
-KP-15 9mm pistol
-Firefly 9mm pistol
-Combat knife
-LanCo K-75 Assault Rifle
-KSM-25 submachine gun,
-Baseball bat.
-Ieron-7 submachine gun
-Nurull Muren-20 Combat Shotgun
-K-45 assault rifle
-Pulchosi-5 combat shotgun
-LanCo KSR-30 Sniper Rifle
-Herol Armory GL-55 Grenade launcher
-Kurato Erino-9 Submachine-gun
-Frag grenades
-WP grenades
-plastic explosives.

Clothing: Gray hooded sweatshirt, black T-shirt, tan cargo pants, black hiking boots, kevlar vest.
Other: Fugitive from the police and vigilante. Leader of the vigilante group out of White's hotel. He is working with Dominic Kaine to rescue several kidnapped scientists and bring an end to corruption.

John pulled the van into the garage and White closed the garage. John, Frank, Ray, and Gerald all jumped out.
“How’d it go, Johnny?” asked White.

“It went well, we have funds,” reported John.
“Good, but we need some recruits if we’re going to really up our chances of success,” said White.
“Of course, we’ll work on that tomorrow. For now, you guys should some sleep,” said John
“I’m going to head home then, take the subway,” said Frank.
“That’s fine, I’ll see you later,” said John, “Good job everybody.”
John turned and left the garage. He walked up to his bedroom and began cleaning his guns. Afterwards, he took a shower and began getting dressed.
BOOM!
There was an explosion coming from the entrance to the hotel. John recognized the sound, it was a breaching charge.
Shit! They found us!
John wasted no time in grabbing an assault rifle from the wall and putting on a Kevlar vest. He activated the defenses on his laptop, which was claymore placed in the cavity in his desk, below his laptop. It would explode if the laptop was moved, and he hadn’t uploaded much onto anyway. His PDA, however, had a lot on it, and it was in his right cargo pant pocket. He opened his door and peeked around the corner, only to nearly get his head blown off by submachine gun fire. John ran over to his shelves, grabbed several grenades, and threw one around the corner, down towards the lobby.
“Grenade!” cried one of the men as the small device exploded into an uncountable number of small fragments. Most of the enemies had gotten behind cover, but one hadn’t reacted fast enough, and John saw his body clearly as he ran down the hall with his rifle at the ready. Farilor and Xarxes jumped out of their rooms and followed John as he threw another grenade into the lobby.
BOOM!
Right after the grenade exploded, they entered the room and stormed the enemies. However, the enemies were no longer in the lobby. Out front were several police cruisers with cops stationed securely behind them, their weapons aimed at the hotel. Suddenly, a window broke, and an explosion struck a wall near John. John flew into the opposite wall, the right side of his body mangled and maimed, his left leg mauled, and his right leg was almost entirely gone. However, John was still alive, barely.
“John!” roared Farilor and Xarxes as they opened fire on the men outside. John’s shaking left hand reached towards his tattered and mauled left leg, attempting to grab his cell phone from his no longer intact cargo pants, but he realized that his left leg was destroyed. It didn’t hurt much. Was he in shock?

White had done well in making the front of the hotel bullet proof, but the situation looked grim. John Miller, their new leader, had just been mortally wounded by a grenade launcher, and the hotel was surrounded. Suddenly, shots rang out, and down the street, from two directions, came men wearing ski-masks and Kevlar vests, and holding assault rifles. They were firing on the cops, pumping full of lead. The twenty or so flanked cops were mercilessly cut down in around thirty seconds. More would soon arrive, but they didn’t need much time. The one who appeared to be their leader ran into the hotel with two men and looked at John.
“John!” he roared as he ran over to John’s body. It was too late, John Miller, fugitive from the law and vigilante was dead. His blood was a puddle around him, and Farilor could see his ribs and the bones of his left leg. His right leg was gone all the way up to his thighs. His face was shredded, but he could not see the skull. The leader got up, and watched as a heavily armored van crashed through the cop cars outside. The van was painted to look like a police SWAT van, but it was actually the getaway car of the men who had saved Farilor, Xarxes, and White.
“C’mon,” said the man as he walked out the front door.
Farilor tried to grab John's body, but the man turned and stopped him.
"He's dead, leave his body," said the man.
“Wait, White!” yelled Xarxes as he ran back and into White’s room. White was aiming his shotgun at the door, and was in his wheelchair.
“Holy shit!” yelled White.
“John's dead, we’re leaving!” yelled Xarxes as he pushed White out his door and out onto the street in front of the hotel.
"Wait, Johnny's dead?" asked White.
"I can't believe it either," muttered Xarxes.

Within twenty seconds, White was loaded in the van along with everybody else, and the van was off.

As the van pulled through the streets, the leader who had saved them pulled off his ski-mask. He looked to be in his early fifties, and he had several prominent scars on his face. He had a rough gray beard, and his hair was cut short.
“I am Lawrence Carter, I was a friend of John's," said Carter.

Name: Ray Xarxes

Carried
-Braddock .45 pistol
-K-75 Assault rifle.
-Combat knife
-Frag grenades

Clothing: Gray jacket, jeans, black shirt, brown shoes.
Description: Former detective of Kaine Detective Agency, now working to rescue scientists and bring an end to corruption.

The drive in Carter's van had been uneventful, and they soon reached a parking garage. Carter's driver parked the van in a space. Xarxes and Farilor helped White into his wheelchair and they went to an elevator. Carter used a key to unlock it, and they went down to the basement. When the door opened, four men inside aimed their assault rifles inside the elevator.
"It's me, guys, it's me," said Carter, "These are...well, hell, I don't have your names yet!"
"Gerald Farilor," said Farilor.
"Ray Xarxes," said Xarxes.
Both lacked much emotion, they were shocked over John's death, but White still managed to have a bit of charisma.
"Name's White, if you want to know my first name, too bad," said White.
"Well, we have spare bedrolls here. You can take a few if you want. We'll discuss matters in the morning. Rob, show them the beds," ordered Carter.
"Yes, sir," said the man who must have been Rob.
It took a long time for any of them to sleep, but eventually sleep came, and their dreams were not good ones.

***

Ray woke in the morning to his phone ringing. He quickly pulled it out of his pocket and answered.
"Hello!?" asked Ray.
"Ray, it's Dom. Miller hasn't called in a while, what's going on?" asked Dom.
"Ah shit...forgot to call you last night. We have some bad news, Dom, Miller's dead. Got blown to hell last night by a grenade launcher," said Ray, he had a tough time believing what he said.
"Miller is dead? How did this happen?" asked Dom.
"The cops found us, not sure how. Maybe Harrison betrayed us. Not sure," said Ray.
"How'd you get out?" asked Dom.
"A man named Carter rescued us, he was a friend of John's. He was supposed to be dead, but I guess he faked his death somehow," said Ray.
Suddenly, a soldier entered the room.
"I gotta go," said Ray before pressing end and looking at the soldier.
"Give me your phone," said the soldier.
"Wh-"
"Now!" he roared.
Ray gave him his phone, and the soldier pressed several buttons. He listened to the conversation using a playback feature, and once it was over, he closed the phone and put it in his pocket. During the exchange, White and Farilor had woken up.
"Had to make sure you didn't give up our location. No phones allowed here, cops can listen in," said the soldier, "You two, give me your phones."
"Don't have one," said White.
Farilor gave his up, and the man checked the phone log. No calls had been made for quite a while, according to the log, but that could've been deleted. He entered a command and made sure that no calls had been deleted before taking out the battery and handing the phone back.
"Don't worry, your phones will be given back once we make sure we can trust you. Carelessness on our part not to have taken 'em last night. Now c'mon, Carter wants a word with you," said the guard, "I'm Nick by the way."
Nick helped White into his wheelchair, and the four walked and wheeled out of the barracks room, through a main room, and into a room that resembled an office-bedroom.
"Sit," said Carter, gesturing towards several chairs in front of his desk.
"I brought a seat, Lawrence," said White.
Carter let out a short laugh.
"Good to see you again, White," said Carter
Carter waited for Farilor and Xarxes to sit. When they were seated, he leaned forward.
"Alright, as you know, Gerald Farilor and Ray Xarxes, I am Lawrence Carter. What you might know is that John and I were partners in our vigilante activities for several years, and I was shot to death during one of our raids. What you should be able to put together if you have any sort of brain at all is that I faked my death and never told John. Couldn't tell him."
Carter paused, and sat back in his seat.
"He was into brute force and beating criminals to a pulp with a baseball bat and his fists, while I was into hurting Pallace without letting him know that I was doing it. He was a good kid, I liked him a lot. It was hard not telling him, but it was necessary. John wasn't ready, he wasn't focused. I just let him do his thing, while I did mine. Over the last five years I've been building a resistance. We never worried about those criminals in the slums. We never worried about these wannabe badasses in the mid-levels. We've been working towards really hurting Pallace and his posse. We haven't done anything yet. I'm not taking action against Pallace unless I know that we'll take him and his buddies in one clean strike. Can't leave any of them alive. If one survives, he'll just become the new Pallace, get a new posse, and we'll be right back were we started. I've told you our objective. You were John's men, and probably his friends. You guys want in?"
"Sure."
"Yeah."
"Good, get out of here," said Carter, "White, stay here. I've got some things to talk with you about it."
Farilor and Xarxes left the room and closed the door. Carter got up.
"Sorry we didn't get there fast enough," said Carter, "John was a good kid. I'll miss him. Thanks for calling me, though. Got any new intel on Kaine?"
"Well, they're settled into Matthew Boson's cabin. They're still working towards rescuing that group of scientists who got captured, I didn't tell them anything else, as were your orders," said White.
"Good, we'll include them eventually. Anything else?" asked Carter.
"Nothing," said White.
"Alright. Keep an eye on Farilor and Xarxes. They trust you," said Carter.
"Will do, sir," said White before turning and rolling out of Carter's office.
Once White was gone, Carter picked up his PCD that had been developed by his tech researchers. It was a small walkie-talkie object that couldn't be bugged and couldn't be traced. He pressed several buttons and waited for a voice.
"Tiberius."
"Lupus, good to hear your voice," said Carter.
Carter heard loud music playing in the background. On the PCD with Carter was Howard Wolfe, surveillance director for Pallace's government. Wolfe often used his clearance to replace city camera footage with old footage. He did the same for Pallace's satellite's, and often used the images collected by the satellites to further the goals of Carter's resistance. It was Carter who gave Wolfe the order to cover up John's and Dom's actions. Without Wolfe, they would've been caught faster than they could unzip their fly to take a piss.
"Miller is dead," said Carter.
"His body wasn't found at the scene," said Howard.
"What?" asked Carter.
"A blood trail led from where Miller's body fell to the sidewalk outside. His body was dragged out by somebody and probably put in a vehicle. It happened before reinforcements arrived on the scene," said Wolfe.
"Strange. He was dead, I'm sure of that. I'll look into it," said Carter.
"John was smart enough to keep the place clean. There was a few things that would've led the police to Kaine and his group. But I cleaned up after him. He left a claymore under his laptop, nearly killed me."
Carter smiled, John had gotten smarter.
"Who tipped Pallace off?" asked Carter.
"A man named Frank Harrison. John recruited him, and as soon as Harrison found out John's location, he reported it to the police in exchange for a lot of money and a new house," said Wolfe.
"Thank you Wolfe, be safe," said Carter before hanging up and sitting back in his chair.

Nah...

Anybody besides Arthur can read? =O

Nope, I'm just too special.

[[OOC: Charley gave me the task of writing up the climax and finale of this fine RP. It would've been a pain in the ass to write this together, and he's getting a bit tired. Anyway, I hope everybody likes it! Give lots of feedback, or I'll be sad! >=O]]

Name: Lawrence Carter

Carried
-Terzom-9 custom handgun

-Muruk-20 custom submachine gun

Storage
-Tiberian-7 custom assault rifle

Clothes: Urban camouflaged combat fatigues, black combat boots, black fingerless gloves.
Description: Leader of his own resistance group, Carter faked his death several years back to better resist the corrupt Pallace regime.

After several hours of PCD conversations with the purpose of collecting information, Lawrence got up and began going over the notes he had made during each conversation. Once he was finished going over the notes, he got up and walked out of his office. In the main room, his men were engaged in a variety activities ranging from eating to sparring with fists. However, when Carter entered the room, they all stopped what they were doing and stood at attention.

“As you were, everybody. Nick, come into my office,” said Lawrence before turning and walking back into his office. Nick, who had been cleaning his pistol, set down the pieces he was holding and followed Lawrence into his office.
“We need to make contact with Kaine, and as one of my trusted lieutenants, I task you with the job. Under no circumstances will you inform him of our plan. You are to tell him and his men to lay low. You can tell him that we’ll contact him when the time is right, but tell him that when we summon him, he needs to be ready. Advise him to recruit, gather weapons, and gather strength; anything that could help, but stay quiet. Get that so far?”
“Yes, sir,” said Nick.

“Tell him not to investigate the scientists. We already know what they’ve been researching, and most of their work has been completed anyway. Finding them won’t stop anything but alert Pallace of our presence; they were all killed last night. You can tell him that. Do you understand your orders?” asked Lawrence.
“Yes sir,” said Nick.
“Also, give Kaine a PCD so we can keep in touch with him,” said Lawrence.
“It will be done, sir,” said Nick.
“Good,” said Lawrence.
Nick left the office, and Lawrence sat down at his desk. There was a question burning in his brain. What should he do with Harrison? Harrison, at the moment, did not know that Lawrence knew he betrayed Miller. However, if Lawrence was to kill him, it would alert Pallace’s intelligence officers that Miller’s crew was still alive and united. Lawrence wanted Pallace to think that all resistance was dead. Lawrence wanted to catch Pallace off guard. Harrison could be brought to justice at a later time, but right now, it would be safer to avoid killing him. Personal revenge could come at a later time; at the moment, they had to be quiet.

***

Nick West didn’t have any way to communicate with Dominic Kaine or his men besides a cellular phone, and that could be listened in on. What he was about to say couldn’t be listened in on. If it was, it would reveal that the resistance was biding its time, and Pallace would never let his guard down. He would have to remedy that by giving them a PCD when he found them. At the moment; however, he would have to go to their cabin. He knew where it was, but he would probably get shot or find a claymore mine doing so. It didn’t matter, Carter required it: he would do it. Before leaving, Nick had gathered every shred of intelligence he could from Farilor. He knew every their names, he knew their specializations, he knew everything. Farilor was far too trusting, the “resistance” could have been a clever ruse set up by Pallace. They could’ve been sent in after the police as part of a plan to “rescue” them from the hotel, their mission actually being to gather intelligence for Pallace. They even arrived in a SWAT van. Well, it was a good thing they weren’t the police...

***

“Don’t move!” roared a voice as Nick walked through the forest near Matt’s cabin. Nick put his hands up; he was surprised it had taken so long for a scout to find him. Then again, the sentry could have been waiting for him to come closer to confirm that he was an intruder instead of a hiker or a camper. Nick knew that the sentry was likely the veteran named Sam, who specialized in scouting and sniping. Nick stopped and put his hands up.

“I’m a friend, my name is Nick West,” said Nick.
The man that Nick guessed to be Sam ran up and grabbed Nick’s pistol and knife. He patted Nick down and pushed him towards the cabin. They stopped, and a man stepped out.
“Dom, this guy was found inside our perimeter,” said Sam.
“Mr. Kaine, my name is Nick West. A friend sent me to give you a message,” said Nick.
“Well, say it,” said Kaine.
“He sent me to give you a message,” said Nick as he looked at Sam.
“Sam is trustworthy,” said Kaine, “I can vouch for him.”
“He sent me to give you a message,” repeated Nick with extra emphasis on the “you”.

“Fine, Sam, go inside for a second,” said Kaine, “The perimeter will be fine for now.”
Sam walked inside, and Nick got up and approached Dom. He leaned close to his ear and began speaking.
“You need to lay low until the time is right. Gather recruits, weapons, and strength until then. Don’t pursue the scientists; we already know what they’ve been doing, and they’re almost done with their research. Finding them won’t do anything except alert Pallace that the resistance is still strong,” explained Nick.
“Rachel won’t like that,” said Dom.
“I trust that you can keep her under control,” said Nick, “The scientists have already been killed. They were executed as soon as their research was complete. They were only kept alive as a lure for the resistance. Since the resistance is “dead”, they were no longer needed.”
Dom was silent for a few seconds, he then looked at Nick.
“What else?” asked Dom.
“We’ll contact you when we need you. Until then, build up your strength,” said Nick, “Can you call Sam back out here and tell him to give me my weapons.”
Dom walked up to the cabin door, opened it, and called Sam.
“Yeah Dom?” asked Sam
“West wants his weapons,” said Dom.
Sam handed Nick his pistol and knife and Nick holstered and sheathed them before walking off into the woods.

***

Nine months went by, and Carter’s resistance gathered twenty more men. Each one went through a lengthy screening process, and all were tested extensively. Weapons were gathered, most of which from foreign arms dealers. Dom followed Carter’s advise and recruited as well. The five men in Dom’s group grew to fifteen, and most lived in houses around town. They would be called upon when they were needed; the cabin didn’t have enough space. After ten months, Carter received the intelligence he had been waiting for from Wolfe.

Edward Pallace, Paulo Gamano, Zachary Adler, Renard Lanson, Wesley Prion, and Konstantin Mikelov would all be meeting in the Paradise Hotel in the upper levels. Once a year the “City Council” had a personal meeting, and for the past several years, Carter had been preparing. He had secured a plane, three helicopters, heavy weapons, and a tank, along with body armor for all his men. Not only that, but he had maneuvered one of his best friends into becoming Supreme Commander of the Tyrosian Army.

David Richardson was an idealistic white knight, and would only keep power long enough to form a new government. Lawrence Carter and Dominic Kaine would decapitate Pallace’s government, and David Richardson would launch a coup to seize power shortly afterwards.

The moment that Lawrence Carter had been waiting decades for had finally arrived. Edward Pallace, and his corrupt government, would finally fall.

***

Vincent Chase, Ron Peterson, Roy Bowen, Scott Kelly, Steve Thomas, and Harry Coble were standing at the top of the Paradise Hotel. The ten guards who had been stationed on the roof were dead, victims of six former assassins who were currently dead men. All had been abandoned or left for dead, and all wanted revenge. All were wearing black jumpsuits and ski-masks, and every one of them had a submachine gun and a pistol. They had rappel lines in their hands. Vincent and his new friends had been waiting for months for a chance to kill his former boss’s boss, Renard Lanson, and Vincent was going to kill that son-of-a-bitch or die trying.

***

The plane, called the Hellfury by the pilot and owner, was currently flying thousands of feet above Nargess. The Hellfury was carrying fifteen men who, not long from then, would be jumping out the back of the plane with the intention of decapitating the Tyrosian Government. Shaun Maurice was proud to be flying the plane. The light went green, and the fifteen men and a woman under Dominic Kaine stood up. Rachel Jameson would finally be able to avenge her brother. Their objective was to land on the roof, eliminate the guards, sabotage the helicopter on the helipad to prevent anybody from escaping from the roof, and fight down the tower until they reached Pallace and his posse.

***

The APC rolled out of the back of the stolen army truck with Nick West driving and a resistance member named Rob operating the turret on the top. There were twenty men crammed into the APC, and Lawrence Carter was standing up near the back. The APC roared through the upper levels, and soon reached a barricade a block from the hotel. Rob started up the turret and opened fire, mowing down the soldiers as they drove by.

***

Vincent Chase and his men rappelled down the side of the building quickly, shooting guards that were looking out the windows as they rappelled down with their silenced pistols. Renard Lanson was on the 132^nd floor of the 206 floor building. They didn’t have enough rope to reach down that far, but they would get down as far as they could. The elevators were probably locked down by now. As Vincent rappelled down, however, he noticed an APC blasting through barricades a block from the hotel.
“What the fuck?” he said.

***

Dominic, Rachel, Sam, Hugo, and the others landed and began securing the roof. They quickly noticed that the guards on the roof were already dead.
“What the hell!?” yelled Dominic before speaking into his PCD headset, “Lawrence!”

***

“Yeah Dom?” asked Lawrence.
“The guards on the roof are already dead. Did you involve another group?” asked Dom.
“The guards are dead? No, I didn’t,” said Lawrence.
“Orders?” asked Dom.
“Proceed with mission,” said Lawrence.
“Yes sir.”

The APC continued through several more barricades, and the barricade soldiers were not equipped with anti-armor weaponry, and small arms didn’t do much to the thick vehicle. The APC crashed through the final barricade and stopped in front of the hotel, with Rob mowing down every soldier he saw. A bodyguard appeared with an anti-tank missile launcher, but he was cut down by a torrent of fire. After a minute, Rob stopped firing. The bodyguards and soldiers had been ordered to fall back and hold them off inside the building. That had been what Lawrence had expected, and he got out with his twenty men, leaving Nick, Dave, and Rob inside the APC to operate it and defend against any more reinforcements. Lawrence picked up a dead bodyguard’s radio and put the earpiece in his ear. From what he heard, they were being assaulted by four different groups: one on the 32^nd floor, one on the 172^nd floor, one coming down from the roof, and one coming up from the ground. The one on the 32^nd floor consisted of one heavily armored man with an assault rifle, which Lawrence found strange for obvious reasons, the one on the 172^nd floor consisted of six men with submachine guns, the one coming down from the roof had around fifteen men, and the one coming up was unknown. With his twenty men ready for battle, they walked through the front doors of the hotel, ready for any ambush.

***

Martin disabled the helicopter while the others watched the entrances to the roof. Once the helicopter was sabotaged, the group began their descent into the heavily guarded hotel. According to their intelligence, Pallace and his posse were on the 132^nd floor. They’d have to fight to the stairwell, and then fight their way down the stairwell. They were likely to sustain heavy casualties, but it was a cause worth dying for.

***

Vincent and his men all squeezed the triggers of their pistols simultaneously, causing the window to break and all four guards inside to fall to the ground, dead. Vincent and his five allies flew through the broken window and let their ropes loose before holstering their pistols and drawing their submachine guns. They were on the 172^nd floor; they had a long way to go.

***

 “Stay in the conference room!” roared the chief of security.
“There is a helicopter on the roof! We can use that to escape!” yelled Konstantin Mikelov.
“They are attacking from the roof and below, we must kill them,” said the chief of security, “Stay here and keep the doors locked. Let nobody in!”

With that, the chief of security closed the conference room doors and locked them.

***

Nobody had been left in the lobby after the APC offence, but the elevators were locked down. It was something that Lawrence had expected, but he had a plan. The security headquarters was on the 182^nd floor, if Kaine and his men could reach it, they could reactivate the elevators.
“Kaine,” called Lawrence over the PCD.
“The roof is secure and we are about to breach the top floor,” said Kaine.
“On the 182^nd floor is the security headquarters. If you can get there, you can activate the elevators and we can come up,” said Lawrence.
“You sure about this?” asked Kaine, “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Wanted you to know only what was necessary. The security headquarters is the entire 182^nd floor, you can’t miss it,” said Lawrence.
“Orders understood,” said Kaine.
“Alright, we’ll hold off the reinforcements in the front. They’ll try to land some on the roof too, and they’ll be attacking the windows from helicopters. Good luck, Dom,” said Lawrence.

***

“Alright, change of plans. We’ll be assaulting the security headquarters on the 182^nd floor. They’re likely to have auto-turrets, and maybe one of those cyborgs,” said Dom, remembering the one that they had encountered while rescuing Rachel, the one that had killed Brad.
“Like the one you encountered, Dom?” asked Jeff, a newer recruit to Kaine’s group.
“Yeah, like that one. We’re prepared this time, though,” said Dom as he gestured to Terry and Dick, both of whom were carrying heavy duty EMP cannons.
“Hell yeah,” said Dick.
“Alright, lets go!” roared Kaine as one of his men opened the door and another threw a grenade. The grenade was followed by several men who had their submachine guns and assault rifles at the ready. There was nobody in the stairwell, however, and the breaching group ran down the stairs.

The hallway below was fortified with around a dozen men, and Alan ran up to report to Dom.
“Around twelve guys down there ready to blow our brains out,” said Alan.
“Use a grenade launcher,” advised Dom.
Butch ran down the stairs and opened fire with his grenade launcher. The men in the hallway below began firing before being injured or killed by the shrapnel and explosions. Afterwards, Dom and his group ran downstairs and secured the top floor before running to the stairwell.

***

Vincent and his fellow dead men were now the proud owners of several security uniforms, courtesy of several now dead guards. It had been hard to get them without bloodstains, but Vincent knew that it would be worth it. They were able to run by security officers without suspicion due to the chaos springing from the groups now assaulting from the roof and holding the lobby. There was also a solo operative now on the 33^rd floor, Vincent didn’t really care about him though; he just wanted Renard.

***

“Die you sons of bitches!” roared Rob as he fired the machine gun mounted on the top of the APC. They were conserving the missiles for when the helicopters and tanks arrived. Lawrence and some of his men were currently holding the lobby, making sure that nobody came in from the hotel to flank them. So far, only a few groups had been stupid enough, but that would change soon.

***

After intense fighting in the stairwell, Dominic and his group reached the 182^nd floor. They had lost Frank Carrie, Gary Michaels, Rick Barrett, and Alan Robinson fighting down the stairwell, but hotel security, the army, and the big five’s bodyguards had lost far more. The door was locked, so it was blown open, and an intense firefight began on the 182^nd floor.

***

“Any minute now,” muttered Lawrence.
As if called, the helicopters containing heavily armored SWAT members appeared and began dropping men half a block away. At the same time, more helicopters arrived and dropped men up on the roof.
“Dom, police are here. They’ve dropped men off up on the roof. Be ready,” said Lawrence.

***

Dom jumped behind a wall after firing a burst of ammunition and pushed the earpiece into his ear using his index finger.
“What!?” yelled Dom.
“They’ve dropped SWAT guys off on the roof!” yelled Lawrence over the sound of gunfire.
“Shit, thanks!” yelled Dom.

***

“You six, they need reinforcements up on the 182^nd floor!” yelled a security officer.
Vincent turned around and looked at the officer.
“What?” asked Vincent.
“Up on th-“
The officer was cut off by a submachine gun burst from Bowen. They all looked around for witnesses before walking into the stairwell.

***

Lawrence heard over the radio that the solo intruder was now on the 40^th floor.
“Shit, how is this guy still alive?” wondered Lawrence as the APC fired on the attackers.
“Lawrence! The elevators are online!” yelled Dom, sounding breathless.
“Good work, Dom! I want you to shut them down when we get up to the 131st floor,” ordered Lawrence.
“Good idea, 132^nd floor is likely to be an ambush,” said Dom.
“Men!” roared Lawrence as he ran over to the elevators and called all four of them, “Into the elevators!”

“We’ll hold ‘em!” yelled Nick over the PCD.

***

As Lawrence and several other men went up, they heard a loud bang on the roof of the elevator accompanied by a dent in the roof.
“What the fuck is that?” asked Peter.
“Don’t shoot!” yelled Lawrence, “A stray bullet could cut a cable and cause this elevator to go down the shaft.”
They continued aiming their weapons at the roof of the elevator until they saw that they were going by the 123^rd floor.
“Aim outside the elevator, whatever’s on the roof is a non-hostile,” said Lawrence.
The doors on the 131^st floor opened for one elevator after another, but there was little organized resistance. On the floor above, Lawrence heard a firefight.
“The intruder on the 40^th floor must have hitched a ride with us,” thought Lawrence out loud.
After about thirty seconds, the firing stopped.
“Up the stairs!” ordered Lawrence as he ran over to the stairwell.
“Lawrence, what’s going on?” asked Dom.
“131^st floor offered no resistance, but there’s another intruder on the 132^nd floor,” said Lawrence.
“I have access to the security cameras…holy shit!” yelled Dom.
“What?” asked Lawrence as he climbed the stairs with his men.
“That guy killed off twelve men!” yelled Dom.
Lawrence opened the door to see a man aiming an assault rifle at him, Lawrence raised his submachine gun, and the intruder aimed away.
“Carter, I thought you were dead,” said a familiar voice.
The intruder took off his ski-mask, and Lawrence saw that the intruder was none other than John Miller.
“I could say the same about you,” said Lawrence.

***

John Miller, 33, a man who got blown up and put back together, was standing on the 132^nd floor with his K-75 assault rifle in his hands and his Dragonfire pistols in his leg holsters. He was wearing a familiar brown leather trench-coat that had been pumped full of holes during the battles on the lower holes. However, John seemed to be relatively unharmed.
“How’d you survive?” asked Carter.
“A story for another time,” said Miller as he readied his rifle.
Carter’s men were silent, they let Carter handle the talking, and both Farilor and Xarxes were currently with Dom’s group. John Miller walked down the hallway to the conference room, set an explosive charge, and walked back. The doors exploded, and John ran through and fired two shots, followed by Carter and his men. Inside were the big five: Paulo Gamano, Zachary Adler, Renard Lanson, Wesley Prion, and Konstantin Mikelov. Also there was Joseph Priam, Pallace’s closest advisor. Edward Pallace, however, was nowhere to be seen.
“John Miller?” asked Priam, who was sitting down at the head of the table, “And a resistance cell! Well, isn’t this a party. Want to make a deal?”
“Not really,” said John, “Where’s Pallace?”
“That’s the deal. I can tell you where he is if you promise me amnesty for my crimes,” said Priam.
John raised his rifle and shot off a grenade, which hit Priam square in the chest and caused him to explode.
“Where’s Pallace?” asked John to the others.
“I don’t know! Do not blow me up!” yelled Mikelov before being shot in the head repeatedly by John.
“Miller! Stop!” yelled Carter.
“Where’s Pallace?” asked John in a monotone voice.
“Only Priam knew!” yelled Adler before being executed with several rounds to the head.
“John!” yelled Carter as he raised his weapon at Miller.
“They don’t know, and they’re scum. They deserve to die,” said John.
“Don’t you remember what I taught you? Every man needs a trial,” said Carter, “Even these scumbags.”
Suddenly, the window broke, and Gamano, Lanson, and Prion all fell with bullets in their head. John, Carter, and the other men all turned and opened fire on the unknown attackers outside the window.

***

Vincent and the five dead men quickly climbed up to the 133^rd floor and cut loose their ropes before running out of the hotel room they had descended from and over to the stairwell. They would climb down the stairwell and escape through the police lines disguised as hotel security. They were all free now, no longer marked men. It was a good feeling.

***

John stopped firing and looked down at the bodies in the room as Carter switched the frequency and raised his finger to his ear.
“It’s done,” said Carter.
“Good, get the hell out of there,” said the voice of Howard Wolfe, “Richardson will be informed.”
“Dom, activate the elevators and get the hell out, the roof is the extraction point,” said Carter.
“Yes sir,” said Dom, “Was that Miller?”
“Not now, Dom,” said Carter, “Nick, get to your extraction point.”
There was no response.
“Nick?” asked Carter.
There was still no response.
“They’re dead,” said John as he looked out the window, below was the fiery shell of an APC.
“Dammit! Get to the roof!” yelled Carter

***

Seven minutes later, after fighting through several SWAT squads, both Dom’s squad and Carter’s squad arrived on the roof, along with Miller. Carter said a few words into his PCD, and thirty seconds later, three helicopters arrived. One looked to be heavily armored and armed; the other looked like a transport helicopter. The survivors from the assault bordered the helicopters, and the helicopters began their escape from the assault on the Paradise Hotel. Two police helicopters attempted to shoot them down, but the escort helicopters managed to protect the transport. During the assault, Carter had lost fourteen men, Dom had lost seven.
“John,” asked Dom, “How did you survive?”
“I’ll explain later,” said John, “It’s a long story.”

***

Vincent Chase, Ron Peterson, Roy Bowen, Scott Kelly, Steve Thomas, and Harry Coble all ran through the police lines, having left their weapons behind in the building. They weren’t shot by police, and after lengthy questioning, they were allowed to go home. It would take the police quite a while to figure out that they had just let several accomplices to the assault go. It made Vincent and Ron laugh as the six walked off.

***Epilogue***

David Richardson's military coup proved to be successful, and the corrupt regime was quickly toppled and replaced by a democratic government. Many crimelords and hitmen were imprisoned and executed in the following trials, and all of the men involved in the fall of the old regime became heroes.

However, Pallace was still alive, as were many of his top lieutenants. And as long as they were alive and at large, the new government could fall as quickly as it was put up.

He, and all of his accomplices, would have to die...

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