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2017 a.t.b., 7:00 a.m., Ashford Academy, Alistair's room. Alistair had awoken, after the most peaceful sleep that he had experienced in a long time, and sat up in his bed. He saw C.C., fully dressed and standing up, waiting for Alistair.

Alistair: Satisfied?
C.C.: I know full well that you're satisfied.
Alistair: (sarcastically) Sure. Just do what you did to an unwilling person. That solves all of our problems.
C.C.: What? All I did was hug you and kiss you on the back of the neck, then fall asleep.
Alistair: (confused) Wait, what? I thought-
C.C.: I told you, but you were probably asleep. I wouldn't do that to you. I would never let that happen.
Alistair: (normal tone) Wow.
C.C.: What?
Alistair: Nothing, just... Reminiscing.

2014 a.t.b., 8:00 a.m., Virginia, two months after Alistair's visit to New York. Alistair had awoken to a knocking at the front door of his Virginia hideout, acquired from the deceased Cray Woodrow. Alistair opened the door and saw a familiar man with short, blonde hair, wearing a military uniform standing in the doorway.

Ranger Jericho: Hey, man. Thought I'd find you, here.
Alistair (Age 12): Jericho? How did you...?
Ranger Jericho: Well, when you're friends with someone whose will to do good is the strongest on the planet, that friend is not that hard to find.
Alistair: Aptly put. Did you have breakfast, yet?
Ranger Jericho: Uh... No.
Alistair: I'll make you something. Come in.

Nearly 10 minutes later, Alistair and Ranger Jericho were eating breakfast, talking about their days together at Ranger School and what Alistair had been up to after he left.

Ranger Jericho: Damn. And here I thought you'd have a girlfriend, by now.
Alistair: My luck with friends is fine. Finding love? That's a different story.
Ranger Jericho: But, the kind of rejection that you experienced? That's bullshit. No human alive does that kind of rejection.
Alistair: Anarchy is law, thanks to Hawking.
Ranger Jericho: That's the way Britannia works, too. Except, they're more of a lawful kind of anarchy, while Hawking uses chaotic means alongside lawful ones. We've got some intel on Hawking.
Alistair: Lay it on me.
Ranger Jericho: Hawking's been making a drug, specifically for himself. It's a type of steroid that increases his strength and the durability of his body. Basically, when he's hopped up on it, he can take a missile to the face.
Alistair: So, it just makes him extremely difficult to kill?
Ranger Jericho: Essentially. He calls it "Mephisto," after the demon. Go figure.
Alistair: How long does that drug last?
Ranger Jericho: 12 hours.
Alistair: My stamina does not last that long.
Ranger Jericho: Ensign Nichols can't last one hour, let alone 12.
Alistair: That's because Nichols has a heart condition. Unless we cure it, he'll keep tiring out.
Ranger Jericho: I caught him trying to dual wield freaking machine guns. Perfect for point-blank range, but not long range.
Alistair: So, for brutish type enemies?
Ranger Jericho: (pauses) Fair point. He's also been working on automatic turrets. Machine guns, missiles, grenades and an armor piercing flamethrower.
Alistair: Armor piercing? It's a flamethrower. It throws fire. How can it pierce through armor?
Ranger Jericho: Well, we did get it from the Enclave, alongside Tesla cannons, miniguns and machine guns that shoot grenades.
Alistair: Impressive. How'd you combat the power armor?
Ranger Jericho: Heavy duty firepower and EMPs. The armor's electronic. Disable it, and they're stuck.
Alistair: Reboot, huh? Is that all you had to tell me?
Ranger Jericho: That, and I need your help with something.
Alistair: What is it?
Ranger Jericho: The Enclave has a warehouse that they're using to make and store their power armor and weapons. It's a necessity that we destroy it, thus crippling the Enclave.
Alistair: They also have their tiltrotor VTOLs and tanks.
Ranger Jericho: The others are dealing with that.
Alistair: So, we steal the schematics for the weapons, then blow the place, sky-high?
Ranger Jericho: God, you're smart. I didn't even think of that.
Alistair: Where's the warehouse?
Ranger Jericho: Northwest of here.
Alistair: When does the operation start?
Ranger Jericho: Four hours.
Alistair: Got it. First, I need your assistance.
Ranger Jericho: With what?
Alistair: Let's say that I'm not too familiar with upgrading guns that I've created.
Ranger Jericho: You made your own guns?
Alistair: Desert Eagles, to be exact. You know anything about creating clips that hold 17 bullets?
Ranger Jericho: The hell are you making?

2017 a.t.b., 9:00 a.m., Ashford Academy, Lamperouge residence. Alistair entered the dining room and saw Nunnally waiting for him.

Nunnally: Alistair?
Alistair: That would be me.
Nunnally: (excited) I knew it! Have a seat!
Alistair: Alright. (sits down in front of Nunnally)
Nunnally: (normal tone) I'm glad that you weren't caught up in that hotel jacking.
Alistair: Good thing the Black Knights and Tokyo Mavericks were there, huh?
Nunnally: Mm-hmm! But, I like the Mavericks, better.
Alistair: Really, now?
Nunnally: The Black Knights are...a little scary.
Alistair: Aw, Zero wouldn't hurt a fly. He's a good guy, he just has a bit of difficulty showing it.
Nunnally: I heard about the symbol that the Mavericks use. It's your symbol!
Alistair: Sounds like I'm a role model to them.
Nunnally: You're a role model to me.
Alistair: Aww! Thanks!
Nunnally: You must be a hero to the Mavericks.
Alistair: I actually happen to be the most heroic person on the planet. My desire to do good trumps everything. I'm the ultimate do-gooder.
Nunnally: So amazing. How could you be abused, like you were?
Alistair: Blame Hawking. Anarchy was law, survival of the fittest, people killing each other. It was torture.
Nunnally: Samuel Hawking... How could a man like him be so evil, and survive?
Alistair: I have no clue. He pretty much caused a continent-wide moral sickness, just by taking over.
Nunnally: Civility...and the Enclave... You said that the Enclave had "power armor"?
Alistair: It's different than the Knightmares that you know. The Enclave's power armor is more infantry-sized, as big as you and me.
Nunnally: So, it's like a suit of armor?
Alistair: Yeah. Highly technological, augments physical abilities and the helmets look really, really ugly.
Nunnally: Ugly?
Alistair: Yeah, they look kinda scary. That was the look they were going with. Fortunately, the officers don't wear power armor, and are susceptible to butt-kickings.
Nunnally: But, they would still wield some sort of energy weapon?
Alistair: Laser, plasma, pistol or grenade. Lasers being quick, plasma being powerful.
Nunnally: Good thing that Knightmares don't have energy weapons. Things are bad enough, as it is. The Mavericks are right. My own country, where I was raised, taking over other countries for selfish reasons... It's not right. Britannia is acting no better than the Enclave.
Alistair: Trust me, Hawking was way worse.
Nunnally: And Civility? They were all cyborgs?
Alistair: Yeah. They're run by an enigmatic person called "the Director".
Nunnally: The Director...
Alistair: The only head honchos who were able to lead Civility, besides the Director, were the Agents. 50 super soldier cyborgs that could fight Hawking, but find difficulty in doing so.
Nunnally: Why? Hawking was only human, right? I'm using the term "human" loosely, though.
Alistair: Not when he's hopped up on Mephisto, he wasn't. That drug made him unstoppable. Mephisto was a type of steroid that augmented his physical strength and the durability of his entire body.
Nunnally: It made him bulletproof!?
Alistair: The bullets went in and made him bleed, but they healed and he shrugged the pain off. A missile to the face would mean nothing. Just unloading all the dakka you've got, alone, would be just a distraction.
Nunnally: So, under the effects of Mephisto, he couldn't die?
Alistair: Mephisto lasted for 12 hours. So, yeah.
Nunnally: How could you fight forces as powerful as Civility and the Enclave? It seems... impossible.
Alistair: Well, I couldn't officially fight them, 'til I was 13. A couple months before my 13th birthday, however...

2013 a.t.b., near Enclave warehouse, Virginia. Alistair and Ranger Jericho's crew were observing the warehouse, in order to keep an eye on the Enclave's activities.

Ranger Jericho: What have we got?
Ranger A: Very few armored guys and a shitton of officers. Weirdest thing I've ever seen.
Alistair (Age 12): Apparently, they don't see us coming.
Ranger Jericho: Or your new pistols.
Alistair: (draws silver and black Desert Eagles) We only had enough time to make 8 clips. Choose who I shoot wisely.
Ranger B: We don't know what else they have. We better be careful. (fires anti-materiel rifle) Ooh! Right through the ugly-ass helmet. God, this suppressor makes it sound more like normal gunfire. Doesn't make it sound powerful, at all.
Ranger Jericho: That's because that's the only effect for silencing that weapon. That muzzle is damn big.
Alistair: You're very limited on Hecate II's, aren't you?
Ranger Jericho: The ones that were issued are the only ones we've got. Europe is caught up, fighting Britannia and we can't contact Japan.
Ranger A: Contact outside of the U.S. isn't an option, with Hawking around. (fires anti-materiel rifle) There goes that guy.
Alistair: What about Civility? Them and the Enclave are basically on the same side. Civility is producing the Enclave's weapons. Are there EMP weapons in that warehouse?
Ranger B: That's what we're trying to find out. (fires anti-materiel rifle) Three...
Ranger A: (fires anti-materiel rifle) And four. Armored devils, down and out.
Ranger Jericho: Good. Let's take all their shit, and blow the place.

Inside the Enclave warehouse, Enclave officers were patrolling and guarding the weapons, while others were taking inventory.

Enclave Officer A: I can't believe we don't get rifles, for this job.
Enclave Officer B: We're only issued pistols, and there are guys guarding the outside. Get used to it.
Enclave Officer A: I mean, I appreciate getting an energy weapon, but a pistol? We're just asking to be held up.
Enclave Officer B: Relax. No one can get in here, undetected.
Boy's voice: I wouldn't count on it.

The Enclave officers turned around to see a 12-year-old boy and three U.S. Army Rangers, aiming guns at them.

Enclave Officer A: (raises arms) Well, shit.
Enclave Officer B: (draws plasma pistol) Time to die-!

Alistair immediately shot the officer as soon as the plasma pistol was aimed, and fell to the ground.

Enclave Officer A: To be honest, I wouldn't have done that. If he ain't dead, now, he'll be dead soon. Tie me up, kill me, I don't care what you do. I hate this god damn job.
Alistair: Cuff him.
Enclave Officer A: Redemption, huh? Alright, I'll take it. Warrant Officer Leroy Hill, reporting for duty. You need this stuff? All yours.
Alistair: You're being redemptive, already. Belay the cuffing. Give him a plasma rifle.
Warrant Officer Leroy Hill: (takes plasma rifle, whispering) Thank you, God.
Ranger Jericho: Alright. Let's find some trucks to get all this crap out.
Warrant Officer Hill: So, you took out everybody, right?
Ranger A: All armored guys and officers accounted for.
Warrant Officer Hill: Alright. No backup was called for, so... Oh, shit. I forgot about the drones!
Alistair: What drones?

Immediately, the large door to the warehouse opened and a group of tanks entered, aiming their cannons at the group.

Alistair: Unmanned weapons.
Warrant Officer Hill: I think it's time to take cover. Like, now!

The group scattered as one of the tanks fired its cannon at them. They took cover behind crates holding Enclave supplies, as the other tanks used their machine guns to fire on the group.

Warrant Officer Hill: Well, this is great! They just hid themselves, waiting for you guys! Get some explosives on these things! They're run by AIs!
Ranger A: Grenade launcher!
Ranger Jericho: I hope they don't notice plastic explosives!
Ranger B: Ooh! A rocket launcher!
Warrant Officer Hill: (opens crate) Alright, RPG! Wait, that guy has a bigger capacity! That's bullshit! Alright, kid! Get some grenades and...! (notices that Alistair was not with him) The hell'd he go!?
Ranger Jericho: You lost Alistair!? Actually, that's a given! He does his own thing!
Warrant Officer Hill: Well, what's he gonna do!?

Immediately, the sound of a cannon firing rang out and one of the tanks exploded. The group looked and saw a military vehicle with a 60mm cannon, being driven by Alistair.

Ranger Jericho: Improvise. Cover him!

The group fired their explosive weaponry at the unmanned tanks, and Alistair fired the cannon on the vehicle he was driving. The barrage of heavy firepower overpowered the tank drones, destroying them all.

Ranger Jericho: Yeah! Suck it, drones!
Warrant Officer Hill: One, two, three, four, five... Where's number six? The toughest drone isn't here! It's made of some sort of reinforced titanium! Oh, God, it's here!

As the final tank drone started entering the warehouse, Alistair went through the top hatch of the vehicle and aimed a different weapon that was attached to the vehicle and aimed it at the drone. The weapon charged up, and Alistair fired the weapon, which discharged electricity. The shot pierced through the tank and the tank exploded.

Ranger A: Holy shit!
Ranger B: That's a hell of a weapon!
Ranger Jericho: What is that thing?!
Warrant Officer Hill: That's a railgun. How'd you know that was on there?
Alistair: I checked the schematics on this thing, before I shot the cannon.
Warrant Officer Hill: Alright. Bigger question... How do you know how to drive?!
Ranger Jericho: Well... We kinda...told him the concepts of driving. And, since there's no official way to get a driving license...
Warrant Officer Hill: Yeah... How old is he, 12?
Alistair: Right on the mark.
Warrant Officer Hill: You, sir, are a badass.
Alistair: I'm about to be 13, in three months.
Warrant Officer Hill: Happy early birthday, then, buddy. (turns to Rangers) Hey, you guys wanna fix this up, for him? Make sure it's in his tastes?
Ranger Jericho: Yeah, but it'll take a few months to do that. Hey, Alistair! Let's head back to your place! You're driving!
Alistair: Fine by me. This is officially mine.
Ranger Jericho: Don't worry! We'll fix it up, for you! It'll be your own, personal Batmobile!
Alistair: Didn't think of it like that.