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EDIT: After some issues with the old story, it has now become this although this is a rough version, and the two main factions wont be s quickly chosen as good or bad. It will be more uncertain in the final version

Main Edits I'd like to add is to the factions. Names may change...

The NCD, my faction, is capable of fighting in conventional andunconventional warfare but is a little less organized than the AANA which is a much more organized but less adaptable. Each will have an evil to them and a good. It's up to the merc to decide which side of the war he plans to join up with.

This was again written by a friend (half asleep) who took my basic idea of factions, background story and ideas and made it into this.

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Scenario:
2014

Hostilities between China and the United States only grew worse over the course of negotiations regarding Chinas growing military presence in Mexico, Canada and South America. China begins their effort of ‘aggressed negotiation’ and begins sending warning shots over the Mexican border, causing thousands of dollars of damage due to light mortar strikes.

It eventually became a second Cold war- both sides threatening eachother with land invasions and naval bombardments, and with the Chinese armies grouping in Mexico and the Canadian Territories, the united states eventually decided it was time to start the war.

The united states launches the largest naval battle since WWII. Using its Atlantic fleet, the United States re-captures the Panama canal, cutting off any Chinese movement through south America. United States marines are also dropped via high altitude Para-drops into south America to establish a alliance with the native militia. The natives begin a revolution from the Chinese occupiers. China, at this point, launches a nuclear missile into United states airspace, which unknown to the Chinese, was re-directed by NATO and landed somewhere off the coast of Washington D.C.

The Chinese, assuming the nuke went off, sent a land invasion through California and Washington state. National guard and air force units hold off the initial land invasion, and the United Nations begins negotiations with Chinese government. Negotiations do not end well, China declares Great Britain, Germany, Russia and France central enemies of the Peoples republic, and begins a joint military operation with Korea, Japan, and Pakistan.

China is now facing two major fronts in Europe and the united states- They withdraw some of the attacking forces to deal with the European front.

China launches its stealth aircraft over the United States, and drops a laser-guided missile into the white house, where the current president is residing with the vice president as well as secretary of defense. All three major leaders are killed, and the country begins to panic.

As the country breaks apart, individual “tribes” begin forming. They started out with three main motives:
• Rebuilding Democracy
• Destroying Democracy- making it dictatorship
• Radical democratic rebuilding- using slaves like colonial America

Many private military groups also begin to appear- Xe Corporation (Blackwater) is the main group located in South-eastern United States. Their reach is not very far, only down to florida and up to Kentucky- However, various other groups begin to appear, many based off of race or religion. For example:
• American Emirate Corporation
• “Black Power”
• Blood, white, blue (BWB)
• Sabre Industries
• Ghost Division, and
• Irish Pride

What separates Mercenary groups with Tribes is that tribal groups form alliances, hostilities and neutral agreements. Private military groups are all separated around the United states (app. two mercenary groups per state, depending on size of the state)

-faction outline-

One of two tribes in the area, the New Colonial Democracy (NCD) set a main goal of re-establishing a complete American bureaucratic system while using the Asian Population as slaves. Their military strength is under standard due to their small size and large use of traditional weapons. However, they adapted to the new America and use specific guerilla tactics to outwit their opponents and to easily capture People of the Asian population. However, this tribe is not very popular to the American population even though they are the only local tribe that believes in restoring democracy, they re-establish slavery (even if it isn’t using African Americans). Their main base is in a hidden forested area, where it is hard to spot and easy to gather resources for shelter and food. They mainly live off of the land, making rare trips into the residential area nearby to purchase ammo with the money they make off selling slaves and farming products.
One of many tactics used by the NCD, designated “Shadow walking” uses two units, one in front and one person trailing at a distance behind in order to save the person out front in case of ambush. This is hard to replicate to other tribes due to their uncomfortably in forested areas.

The second primary tribe in the area, the Anarchists’ for A New America (AANA) is commonly taunted by its rival tribe (NCP) by being called “Anna’s”. their views are completely opposite, started out with a conflict of how America should be run after being rebuilt, and ended in a massive firefight, both sides claim victory but no proof is available to show what really happened.
The AANA deals with drug trafficking, illegal substances and surplus weapons that do not hold up to their standards. The AANA originates from Louisiana, and is currently the largest non-federal government on the eastern coast. They have at least one stronghold in each state between Florida and Ohio, and they plan on taking a base in Michigan. Louisiana, at this time, is a weapons hub, ammo factories are still operational (however, the ammo made is limited due to obvious resource problems, but the AANA has specific shipping lanes for anything they can make ammo out of) and Louisiana is filled with automatic firearms. This gave the tribe a major advantage over other tribes and allowed them to recruit followers much easier.
When they made it to southern Michigan, they received word of a military warehouse filled with M4 Carbines and Shotguns, all military grade. The AANA decided they could not risk any other groups getting ahold of this weaponry and made it that groups top priority to get to those resources. This group is more organized and normally has a more modernized uniform look- but they are unfamiliar with the environment, this cripples them against local groups.

Sabre Industries is a average- sized group. They originate from New York, New York and have no specific ethnic background other than ‘American’. Sabre industries is a more complicated group- its been separated into three contractor groups:
• Patriotic fighters
• Anarchistic fighters and
• Freelancers

The patriotic contractors are those that are hired by Sabre, but are sent to the remnants of the federal government in Northeastern United States to try and rebuild control. Anarchistic fighters are those that are sent into tribe wars; Sabre and any specific tribe makes an agreement and a small group is sent to fight alongside them, usually get paid most due to high amount of combat, but Sabre never sends operatives to fight against themselves. Freelance mercenaries are usually the more small group or solo fighers. They are the operatives that find intelligence, search for another base of operations, or take out designated targets deemed “Too hostile to let live”. The group is expanding west, into Canada (which is also crumbling apart) and into Michigan. Freelance operatives were sent into Michigan to find the same ammo cache that the AANA and NCD were sent after.

-Storyboard Outline-

-two months earlier-
a group of Freelance saber operatives are dispatched to Michigan’s forested area. They secure a strip mall in a suburban area and make that a forward outpost/ recruiting center. Four units, Designated: Alcatraz, Doc, Coach, and Spectre are given a private contract from a local group of civilians- they claim that a group of tribal terrorists are rounding up innocent Asian- Americans and taking them into the forest and most likely killing them. The payment was acceptable, so the four operatives took the contract. They waited for a slaver convoy, ambushed the convoy and was able to rescue the captured civilians. The only known casualty was a bullet would to one of the tribe militia. Because they knew where the best cover was, the Mercenaries were unable to kill any of the tribal units.

-Modern storyboard time-
Two shadow-hopping NCD units were moving along the forest in an attempt to find a new possible settlement so they wouldn’t get tracked down. In an open path, the lead militiamen saw what looked like a soldier wearing a black undershirt, green vest and woodland pants. On his right leg he had a pistol and on his backside of his waist he had a tomahawk. An intimidating skull mask covered the units face and his eyes were covered by a pair of black sport sunglasses. At first both units stop and watch. The tribe militia behind the lead militiaman made his way around. It suddenly struck the militiaman that this person was wearing the same style of torso clothing described by the latest slaver convoy. He raised his weapon and the man still stay idle. His weapon cradled but not at the ready.
“So that’s how you greet your guests here, heh?” He spoke with an extreme level of calmness. “That’s not how we do t in N’York.” He let his M4 drop to be supported by the sling. He put his hands slightly up and walked toward the militiaman.
“I’d suggest you stop where your at, or ill shoot your head off.” He was very clear on his intentions and wasn't going to take any bullshit since e was a veteran of small skirmishes against their rivals, AANA.
“all right. Looks like you don’t appreciate outside information. Guess that means I’m outta here.” As he turns around, another soldier was standing there, dual wielding two pistols, one aimed at his head and one aimed at his chest.
“Looks like your shit outta’ luck.” He had his weapons frozen on this outsider. The first unit began to walk towards the mercenary. The mercenary turned about-face to meet his American counterpart.
“Where’s my slaves?” His face mask still covered his face.
“Where. Are. My. Slaves.?” His voice became clipped with anger.
“Lets just shoot the bastard, Zack. He ain’t worth our time” As the double pistol armed militiaman finished talking, gunfire erupted from behind them. The militiaman immediately ran to cover, scrambling to get into a defensive position. The mercenary turned around, clicked his FTS scope to the side and fluently took out a first unit to his left, then clipped the unit on the right side of the forest, and he the ran nearby the two militiaman and took cover next to them.
“ I love surprises, but I think you should tell your friends to aim next time” His sarcastic tone attracted the face mask units attention.
“I’d hardly call them friends” he then waved some hand signals to the other militiaman and both ran into the tall grass.
At this point the mercenary heard the gunfire stop. Better now than never, he spoke to himself. He darted in a mad dash into the same tall grass the other two men had done moments ago. The moment he got into the grass, he heard the bullets travel around his head, and began moving deeper into the grass. When he got lost in the grass, he discovered a curved road that goes uphill. There were numerous amounts of craters and holes in the ground. His main worry was getting to the high ground.
The moment he got into the highest hill, he found a place to recline, and as he laid back to relax, he felt himself drift into a deep sleep.

He woke up no more than a few hours later. Something woke him, but he wasn’t too sure what it was. He looked over the raising of soil and saw the two units he met earlier.

“Nice to see you guys again. Care for a better introduction this time?” He was still hidden in the grass, but the two units got down at the sound of the familiar voice and readied their weapons.
“Don’t worry, damn, don’t be so jumpy.” The mercenary appears from the grass, weapon is again not in his arms. “Now, I don’t know what exactly happened, but I took two guys out and you guys hauled ass outta there.” The two units looked at each other and then the merc.
“Our weapons are jammed up, dirty, barely functioning. They have all the nice toys.” The man who previously dual wielded the pistols earlier said. “some nice shooting you got there. Back when my carbine was running I could pop heads like melons. But it’s been damn too long since I’ve even seen a cleaning kit out here.”
The mercenary took off his glasses. “Call me Spectre. I bring no hostilities to whomever you people are. “He reached a hand out.
“Jordan, doesn’t this seem a bit strange to you?” the first militiaman looked at Spectre, analyzing his uniform. “His people kidnapped the slaves”.
Jordan looked at the merc, then Zack.
“You don’t know that. You weren’t there. Besides, he looks freelanced. He probably-“ he looked at the merc and then whispered to Zack, “He probably wants the same thing we want.”
“I doubt that, he’s not a local” Zack responded.
“Neither are those AANA bastards” Jordan remarked. “and even if he makes a move, there’s two of us. We can take him out no problem even if our guns are crummed up.”
Zack looked at Spectre. “We’ll see how this goes.” He began walking towards the mercenary. “You looking for the arsenal?”
“Describe arsenal.” his voice was again calm.
“its pretty popular around these parts.” Zack sarcastically remarked. “I think you just don’t want to lose anything.”
“even if I WAS looking for it, why would I need your help?”
“you shot and killed one of those AANA troops. Now there’s hostility. I don’t think you by your lonesome will survive a brigade of theirs.”
“what’s your point?” At this point, the merc was trying to use this for leverage against them, or at least was trying to find the Lupe hold.
“You help us find this arsenal, we get enough guns for our tribe and you get the rest. As long as those other assholes don’t get the gun’s that all that matters,” Zack was feeling confident in the offer.
“I don’t think my CEO will approve of this. I will continue my mission. Whether or not you join me may result in reward.” He was feeling suspicious of the two units. His squad took their slaves and freed them. He felt that these two would seek vengeance.
Regarding your slaves-“ he began to speak, “I’m sorry for your loss. It’s unfortunate. You help me with this opposing group, no trouble, and you will easily make triple what those slaves would have gotten you. At least new weapons and optics. Ammo, and maybe even a modern M4 or two. All I know is that there will be no funny business, you hear?” His hand began to wrap around his sidearm.
“Deal to me,” Jordan announced “triple sounds good.” Zack began to walk close to Jordan.
“I still don’t trust him” he whispered. “Ill go for it” he announced.
“All right. Come with me then.” He began walking down the path, militiamen either behind or in front of him. He made sure they weren’t going to make a move on trying to steal his equipment.
“I see you have a Winchester. Classic” Spectre broke the silence.
“huh? Oh yeah, she’s a beauty all right. Had her around as long as I remember.” Jordan began talking to the mercenary.
“killed anyone with it?”
“Just squirrels here and there.” He pulled his Winchester out of the scabbard. “but there’s no doubt this thing will cause some serious damage”
“Guys, keep an eye out” Zack was starting to sound irritated at this point. He kept looking around at the forest, looking for the slightest sign of hostility.
“guys, hold up-“ Spectre got on one knee and pointed at the area in front of him. “GRENADE LAUNCHER!” Spectre yelled as he moved into the grass. A grenade launched with its signature ‘Thwoomp’ sound and blew up just on the other side of the road. “Keep him under fire!” Jordan screamed as he began running around the field trying to find a flank, Spectre followed a few feet behind him, stopped and created distraction fire to let Jordan move to the back.
“Come on! Get them!” one of the opposing units yelled out. Zack responded with bursts of bullets in the general direction and sees a red mist appear from behind the bush.
As Zack was keeping standard fire on the line, Spectre and Jordan moved around the back and set up in a hidden area.
“On three, im going to shoot. You shoot whenever you get a clean shot” Jordan said. “Don’t screw it up.” Jordan looked down his sight “three…Two…One!” his Winchester pierced the head of one of the units and Spectre’s M4 went clean through the heart of the person next to him. The two began to move up.
Just as Spectre and Jordan got into the road to cross, two of the units got behind them just at the right time.
“Drop the guns. “ one of the militia said.
“ To hell with that… Anna” Jordan taunted. It was responded to a rifle but to the back of the legs, putting him on the ground. The moment Zack showed up, another unit came out of the brush. His husky build and MARPAT uniform as well as his camouflage facemask hid his true personality. He aimed his gun at spectre in an execution style, then raised his gun in the perpendicular direction and shot a round that pierced Zack’s leg.
“so You’re the man my men seem to fear so much. Hiding behind your mask thinking your strong. Hah, we’ll see.”

Pt I end for sequel?

Description
EDIT: After some issues with the old story, it has now become this although this is a rough version, and the two main factions wont be s quickly chosen as good or bad. It will be more uncertain in the final version

Main Edits I'd like to add is to the factions. Names may change...

The NCD, my faction, is capable of fighting in conventional andunconventional warfare but is a little less organized than the AANA which is a much more organized but less adaptable. Each will have an evil to them and a good. It's up to the merc to decide which side of the war he plans to join up with.

This was again written by a friend (half asleep) who took my basic idea of factions, background story and ideas and made it into this.

------------------------------------------

Scenario:
2014

Hostilities between China and the United States only grew worse over the course of negotiations regarding Chinas growing military presence in Mexico, Canada and South America. China begins their effort of ‘aggressed negotiation’ and begins sending warning shots over the Mexican border, causing thousands of dollars of damage due to light mortar strikes.

It eventually became a second Cold war- both sides threatening eachother with land invasions and naval bombardments, and with the Chinese armies grouping in Mexico and the Canadian Territories, the united states eventually decided it was time to start the war.

The united states launches the largest naval battle since WWII. Using its Atlantic fleet, the United States re-captures the Panama canal, cutting off any Chinese movement through south America. United States marines are also dropped via high altitude Para-drops into south America to establish a alliance with the native militia. The natives begin a revolution from the Chinese occupiers. China, at this point, launches a nuclear missile into United states airspace, which unknown to the Chinese, was re-directed by NATO and landed somewhere off the coast of Washington D.C.

The Chinese, assuming the nuke went off, sent a land invasion through California and Washington state. National guard and air force units hold off the initial land invasion, and the United Nations begins negotiations with Chinese government. Negotiations do not end well, China declares Great Britain, Germany, Russia and France central enemies of the Peoples republic, and begins a joint military operation with Korea, Japan, and Pakistan.

China is now facing two major fronts in Europe and the united states- They withdraw some of the attacking forces to deal with the European front.

China launches its stealth aircraft over the United States, and drops a laser-guided missile into the white house, where the current president is residing with the vice president as well as secretary of defense. All three major leaders are killed, and the country begins to panic.

As the country breaks apart, individual “tribes” begin forming. They started out with three main motives:
• Rebuilding Democracy
• Destroying Democracy- making it dictatorship
• Radical democratic rebuilding- using slaves like colonial America

Many private military groups also begin to appear- Xe Corporation (Blackwater) is the main group located in South-eastern United States. Their reach is not very far, only down to florida and up to Kentucky- However, various other groups begin to appear, many based off of race or religion. For example:
• American Emirate Corporation
• “Black Power”
• Blood, white, blue (BWB)
• Sabre Industries
• Ghost Division, and
• Irish Pride

What separates Mercenary groups with Tribes is that tribal groups form alliances, hostilities and neutral agreements. Private military groups are all separated around the United states (app. two mercenary groups per state, depending on size of the state)

-faction outline-

One of two tribes in the area, the New Colonial Democracy (NCD) set a main goal of re-establishing a complete American bureaucratic system while using the Asian Population as slaves. Their military strength is under standard due to their small size and large use of traditional weapons. However, they adapted to the new America and use specific guerilla tactics to outwit their opponents and to easily capture People of the Asian population. However, this tribe is not very popular to the American population even though they are the only local tribe that believes in restoring democracy, they re-establish slavery (even if it isn’t using African Americans). Their main base is in a hidden forested area, where it is hard to spot and easy to gather resources for shelter and food. They mainly live off of the land, making rare trips into the residential area nearby to purchase ammo with the money they make off selling slaves and farming products.
One of many tactics used by the NCD, designated “Shadow walking” uses two units, one in front and one person trailing at a distance behind in order to save the person out front in case of ambush. This is hard to replicate to other tribes due to their uncomfortably in forested areas.

The second primary tribe in the area, the Anarchists’ for A New America (AANA) is commonly taunted by its rival tribe (NCP) by being called “Anna’s”. their views are completely opposite, started out with a conflict of how America should be run after being rebuilt, and ended in a massive firefight, both sides claim victory but no proof is available to show what really happened.
The AANA deals with drug trafficking, illegal substances and surplus weapons that do not hold up to their standards. The AANA originates from Louisiana, and is currently the largest non-federal government on the eastern coast. They have at least one stronghold in each state between Florida and Ohio, and they plan on taking a base in Michigan. Louisiana, at this time, is a weapons hub, ammo factories are still operational (however, the ammo made is limited due to obvious resource problems, but the AANA has specific shipping lanes for anything they can make ammo out of) and Louisiana is filled with automatic firearms. This gave the tribe a major advantage over other tribes and allowed them to recruit followers much easier.
When they made it to southern Michigan, they received word of a military warehouse filled with M4 Carbines and Shotguns, all military grade. The AANA decided they could not risk any other groups getting ahold of this weaponry and made it that groups top priority to get to those resources. This group is more organized and normally has a more modernized uniform look- but they are unfamiliar with the environment, this cripples them against local groups.

Sabre Industries is a average- sized group. They originate from New York, New York and have no specific ethnic background other than ‘American’. Sabre industries is a more complicated group- its been separated into three contractor groups:
• Patriotic fighters
• Anarchistic fighters and
• Freelancers

The patriotic contractors are those that are hired by Sabre, but are sent to the remnants of the federal government in Northeastern United States to try and rebuild control. Anarchistic fighters are those that are sent into tribe wars; Sabre and any specific tribe makes an agreement and a small group is sent to fight alongside them, usually get paid most due to high amount of combat, but Sabre never sends operatives to fight against themselves. Freelance mercenaries are usually the more small group or solo fighers. They are the operatives that find intelligence, search for another base of operations, or take out designated targets deemed “Too hostile to let live”. The group is expanding west, into Canada (which is also crumbling apart) and into Michigan. Freelance operatives were sent into Michigan to find the same ammo cache that the AANA and NCD were sent after.

-Storyboard Outline-

-two months earlier-
a group of Freelance saber operatives are dispatched to Michigan’s forested area. They secure a strip mall in a suburban area and make that a forward outpost/ recruiting center. Four units, Designated: Alcatraz, Doc, Coach, and Spectre are given a private contract from a local group of civilians- they claim that a group of tribal terrorists are rounding up innocent Asian- Americans and taking them into the forest and most likely killing them. The payment was acceptable, so the four operatives took the contract. They waited for a slaver convoy, ambushed the convoy and was able to rescue the captured civilians. The only known casualty was a bullet would to one of the tribe militia. Because they knew where the best cover was, the Mercenaries were unable to kill any of the tribal units.

-Modern storyboard time-
Two shadow-hopping NCD units were moving along the forest in an attempt to find a new possible settlement so they wouldn’t get tracked down. In an open path, the lead militiamen saw what looked like a soldier wearing a black undershirt, green vest and woodland pants. On his right leg he had a pistol and on his backside of his waist he had a tomahawk. An intimidating skull mask covered the units face and his eyes were covered by a pair of black sport sunglasses. At first both units stop and watch. The tribe militia behind the lead militiaman made his way around. It suddenly struck the militiaman that this person was wearing the same style of torso clothing described by the latest slaver convoy. He raised his weapon and the man still stay idle. His weapon cradled but not at the ready.
“So that’s how you greet your guests here, heh?” He spoke with an extreme level of calmness. “That’s not how we do t in N’York.” He let his M4 drop to be supported by the sling. He put his hands slightly up and walked toward the militiaman.
“I’d suggest you stop where your at, or ill shoot your head off.” He was very clear on his intentions and wasn't going to take any bullshit since e was a veteran of small skirmishes against their rivals, AANA.
“all right. Looks like you don’t appreciate outside information. Guess that means I’m outta here.” As he turns around, another soldier was standing there, dual wielding two pistols, one aimed at his head and one aimed at his chest.
“Looks like your shit outta’ luck.” He had his weapons frozen on this outsider. The first unit began to walk towards the mercenary. The mercenary turned about-face to meet his American counterpart.
“Where’s my slaves?” His face mask still covered his face.
“Where. Are. My. Slaves.?” His voice became clipped with anger.
“Lets just shoot the bastard, Zack. He ain’t worth our time” As the double pistol armed militiaman finished talking, gunfire erupted from behind them. The militiaman immediately ran to cover, scrambling to get into a defensive position. The mercenary turned around, clicked his FTS scope to the side and fluently took out a first unit to his left, then clipped the unit on the right side of the forest, and he the ran nearby the two militiaman and took cover next to them.
“ I love surprises, but I think you should tell your friends to aim next time” His sarcastic tone attracted the face mask units attention.
“I’d hardly call them friends” he then waved some hand signals to the other militiaman and both ran into the tall grass.
At this point the mercenary heard the gunfire stop. Better now than never, he spoke to himself. He darted in a mad dash into the same tall grass the other two men had done moments ago. The moment he got into the grass, he heard the bullets travel around his head, and began moving deeper into the grass. When he got lost in the grass, he discovered a curved road that goes uphill. There were numerous amounts of craters and holes in the ground. His main worry was getting to the high ground.
The moment he got into the highest hill, he found a place to recline, and as he laid back to relax, he felt himself drift into a deep sleep.

He woke up no more than a few hours later. Something woke him, but he wasn’t too sure what it was. He looked over the raising of soil and saw the two units he met earlier.

“Nice to see you guys again. Care for a better introduction this time?” He was still hidden in the grass, but the two units got down at the sound of the familiar voice and readied their weapons.
“Don’t worry, damn, don’t be so jumpy.” The mercenary appears from the grass, weapon is again not in his arms. “Now, I don’t know what exactly happened, but I took two guys out and you guys hauled ass outta there.” The two units looked at each other and then the merc.
“Our weapons are jammed up, dirty, barely functioning. They have all the nice toys.” The man who previously dual wielded the pistols earlier said. “some nice shooting you got there. Back when my carbine was running I could pop heads like melons. But it’s been damn too long since I’ve even seen a cleaning kit out here.”
The mercenary took off his glasses. “Call me Spectre. I bring no hostilities to whomever you people are. “He reached a hand out.
“Jordan, doesn’t this seem a bit strange to you?” the first militiaman looked at Spectre, analyzing his uniform. “His people kidnapped the slaves”.
Jordan looked at the merc, then Zack.
“You don’t know that. You weren’t there. Besides, he looks freelanced. He probably-“ he looked at the merc and then whispered to Zack, “He probably wants the same thing we want.”
“I doubt that, he’s not a local” Zack responded.
“Neither are those AANA bastards” Jordan remarked. “and even if he makes a move, there’s two of us. We can take him out no problem even if our guns are crummed up.”
Zack looked at Spectre. “We’ll see how this goes.” He began walking towards the mercenary. “You looking for the arsenal?”
“Describe arsenal.” his voice was again calm.
“its pretty popular around these parts.” Zack sarcastically remarked. “I think you just don’t want to lose anything.”
“even if I WAS looking for it, why would I need your help?”
“you shot and killed one of those AANA troops. Now there’s hostility. I don’t think you by your lonesome will survive a brigade of theirs.”
“what’s your point?” At this point, the merc was trying to use this for leverage against them, or at least was trying to find the Lupe hold.
“You help us find this arsenal, we get enough guns for our tribe and you get the rest. As long as those other assholes don’t get the gun’s that all that matters,” Zack was feeling confident in the offer.
“I don’t think my CEO will approve of this. I will continue my mission. Whether or not you join me may result in reward.” He was feeling suspicious of the two units. His squad took their slaves and freed them. He felt that these two would seek vengeance.
Regarding your slaves-“ he began to speak, “I’m sorry for your loss. It’s unfortunate. You help me with this opposing group, no trouble, and you will easily make triple what those slaves would have gotten you. At least new weapons and optics. Ammo, and maybe even a modern M4 or two. All I know is that there will be no funny business, you hear?” His hand began to wrap around his sidearm.
“Deal to me,” Jordan announced “triple sounds good.” Zack began to walk close to Jordan.
“I still don’t trust him” he whispered. “Ill go for it” he announced.
“All right. Come with me then.” He began walking down the path, militiamen either behind or in front of him. He made sure they weren’t going to make a move on trying to steal his equipment.
“I see you have a Winchester. Classic” Spectre broke the silence.
“huh? Oh yeah, she’s a beauty all right. Had her around as long as I remember.” Jordan began talking to the mercenary.
“killed anyone with it?”
“Just squirrels here and there.” He pulled his Winchester out of the scabbard. “but there’s no doubt this thing will cause some serious damage”
“Guys, keep an eye out” Zack was starting to sound irritated at this point. He kept looking around at the forest, looking for the slightest sign of hostility.
“guys, hold up-“ Spectre got on one knee and pointed at the area in front of him. “GRENADE LAUNCHER!” Spectre yelled as he moved into the grass. A grenade launched with its signature ‘Thwoomp’ sound and blew up just on the other side of the road. “Keep him under fire!” Jordan screamed as he began running around the field trying to find a flank, Spectre followed a few feet behind him, stopped and created distraction fire to let Jordan move to the back.
“Come on! Get them!” one of the opposing units yelled out. Zack responded with bursts of bullets in the general direction and sees a red mist appear from behind the bush.
As Zack was keeping standard fire on the line, Spectre and Jordan moved around the back and set up in a hidden area.
“On three, im going to shoot. You shoot whenever you get a clean shot” Jordan said. “Don’t screw it up.” Jordan looked down his sight “three…Two…One!” his Winchester pierced the head of one of the units and Spectre’s M4 went clean through the heart of the person next to him. The two began to move up.
Just as Spectre and Jordan got into the road to cross, two of the units got behind them just at the right time.
“Drop the guns. “ one of the militia said.
“ To hell with that… Anna” Jordan taunted. It was responded to a rifle but to the back of the legs, putting him on the ground. The moment Zack showed up, another unit came out of the brush. His husky build and MARPAT uniform as well as his camouflage facemask hid his true personality. He aimed his gun at spectre in an execution style, then raised his gun in the perpendicular direction and shot a round that pierced Zack’s leg.
“so You’re the man my men seem to fear so much. Hiding behind your mask thinking your strong. Hah, we’ll see.”

Pt I end for sequel?