Loyalty Or Death (Closed)

[Juche Republics]

Nearly 27 years ago Mao Fumei and her husband Mao Yun-suan were approached by members of the Juche Intelligence Service and offered to be apart of a intelligence gathering operation with the CSA. Driven by nationalism,a desire for an adventure,and to get away from their disapproving parents the couple accepted the offer.For the next 5 years the Mao's when through a rigorous training program.They were taught the Confederate dialect of English as well as the Confederacy's customs and culture.To make the process of assimilating into the CSA easier.Once they had completed their training,Mao Fumei and Mao Yun-suan as well as their baby daughter immigrated to the Confederate States of America.

The Mao family was tasked with monitoring the Confederate Navy's Gulf of Mexico and Atlantic fleets movements.Once they had fully assimilated and blended in to the Confederate State of Florida,the couple became part of a Juche Spy ring in southern CSA. Mao Yun-suan worked and owned a small Juche themed restaurant selling traditional Chinese,Korean,and Mongolian food.Little beknown to the Confederate government that it was the base of operations for the Juche Spy ring in southern CSA.Yun suan's wife however had received a more direct assignment,to infiltrate the CSA's DOD.Starting as a intern,she rose through the bureaucracy and was well on her way to be advising the President himself.

The Mao's had one child Mya.Mya Mao was quiet and unlike parents has no strong attachment with her ancestral homeland the Juche Republics.Since she was a little girl her parents had been preparing her for the day she takes over from them,she was home schooled and had only the best tutors in the Juche Republics.She received training in multiple forms of Martial arts as well as fire arms training.Even after all the lechers on how they there on a secret mission to destroy the imperialistic CSA she remained disillusioned and conflicted with their mission in CSA. Even so she continued to follow her parents and her country's orders.Then everything started to go wrong for the Mao's.On June 1st 2011 Fumei who was 5 months pregnant with a baby boy was suddenly killed in a car accident.Following months later Mao Yun-suan's health began to decline.His years of hard living and the shock of his wife's sudden death had seriously hurt his health.The JIS needed someone to replace him and with the crisis in Polska escalating the JIS needed someone desperately and young Mya fresh out of college was the perfect candidate to replace him.Driven by a desire to please her father's wishes she accepted.In order to get close to a Confederate Government Official Mya took a job as a security agent from Stonewall Security a private security company.

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Mya Mao,22 Orlando-Confederate State of Florida

Beep beep,beep beep "Gurr..." I mumbled as I turned off my alarm.I looked at the clock facing my bed,it read 4:30.I rubbed my eyes before getting out of bed,the stress of her father's bad health was getting too her.I walked up to the window on the left of my bed and glazed outside.The streets were deserted,"why would anyone choose to get up at this ungodly hour" I thought to myself as made my to the bathroom to get dressed ready for work.I blindly searched for the light. A routine that was becoming common for me since I took the job at Stonewall Security. I found the light switch in the dark and then promptly shielded my eyes from the rays of light. Hanging on the shower rail stood my clothes,I promptly took them off the hangers and got dressed as quickly as I could.

My image revealed that I have a somewhat round face with a distinctive scar on my right cheek .A bitter reminder of an accident when I was six during martial arts practice. My hair and my eyes was a dark black,many said that my eyes are so black that they look into your soul.I had a thin proportional face with long thick hair that covered most of my face.She grew her hair that long to hide her scar and hide from people.Her eyebrows thick and skin tone pale with a light tan. Her physique is lean and thin. I opened the medicine cabinet above the sink and grabbed her depression medication.I opened the depression medication and put two pills in I mouth before taking a sip of water and swallowing the pills.

After my wake up ritual and I was fully dressed I left the bathroom and proceeded to my kitchen where I was greeted by my father who had made me a light breakfast."What are you doing up this early dad?" I inquired

"I'm making you a quick breakfast.Did you really think I would miss the day you takeover from me.?" he said with a huge smile on his face.

I smiled back at him and gave him a huge "You didn't need to this dad,you need to rest." I said

"I would miss this moment for the world." he said handing me a brown paper bag full of food.

I glanced at my watch,it read 4:59 "Shit I have got to dad,I'm going to be late!" I said.I quickly poured myself a coffee into a to go cup before kissing my dad goodbye.Just as I was about to leave I heard.

"You forgot your breakfast!" my dad yell as he made his way to the door.

Thanks dad,I don't know what I would do without you." I replied.

It was a warm spring morning,I paused for a second to take it all in,it might be awhile before I can do this again.I then jogged to my car and fired up the engine,reversed out the driveway and carefully made my way to Stonewall Security HQ.The streets were deserted,the city was only just waking up.There was only a hand full of cars on the road,most of them like myself probably work crazy hours.I turned on the radio and let the music fill my head,I entered a hypnotic state.I let the music takeover my body to relieve my anxiety,I have too remain calm and focused to keep my cover in check.After about 35 minutes I finally arrived at Stonewall Security HQ.

I parked my car in the parking lot below the massive building.I opened my bag to make sure I had everything I needed for the long day that's ahead of me.I opened up the bag of food which my father had prepared for me,I looked at my watch,it read 5:40."Plenty of time." I thought too myself as I began to eat.Once I had finished eating my breakfast I made my way to the entrance of the building where I was met by an older woman and a younger handsome man around my age.I extended my hand and said "Hello my name is Mya Mao,it's a pleasure to meet you."

[The Rebel Alliances]

Stonewall Security HQ

Dillin Weeks-21-Vipers Merc-Orlando, Florida
It is an early morning. And I climbed out of bed. As I slipped off my sox and walked into the bathroom, close the door and then go on to step into the shower, shutting the shower door. The condensation had created a fog in the room and I was finished in only a few moments. I climbed out and dressed myself in a white button up, with black pants and shoes along with a light jacket. This is not my usual choice in clothing, but I wanted to look nice for work. My shoes were polished and I stepped back into the bathroom to shave and brush my teethe. And as I looked at myself in the mirror, my glasses bringing my image into focus. My deep brown hair, cut neatly and my even deeper brown eyes. Rather unremarkable features for millions. My face had sharp features, somewhat narrow with a straight nose and full lips. And a small scar, maybe an inch and a half above my upper left lip where I slammed into a table as a child. It was often a running joke that I got it in a knife fight. But all I could see was a man on the ropes. Doing well financially now, since my last deployment to the GSU in what is known as the White Rebellion, and the Bratislav Coup before that. But a wreck personally, just a man whose fiancee is considering leaving him. Vushannah, a Confederate Sedik from Georgia. The state I come from.

She loves me, but hates my line of work. How it separates us and places us in danger, of me dying for some company and her being a widow before 23. And the last time I spoke with her, she told me she needed some time, and that she would be going to Sedikal for a while, to live with her brother. And it has been a full week since I had heard from her. And I have been here in Florida for five days. And in that time, I have been 'loaned out' to Stonewall Security. I still work for Vipers Private Military company, technically, but a contract was made for me to work as the partner for some new Senior Security agent until they find her a permanent partner.

I then walked to a table in my small Orlando apartment. A simple wooden table with two chairs and with the shape of a circle. I sat down and a dossier of my new partner. Along with my favorite weapon to use in the private sector, more specifically in the streets the Confederacy. The gun was a Smith & Wesson Model 29. A six chamber double action revolver with six shots. I picked it up and opened the revolving cylinder. Loading the weapon as I scanned my eyes over the papers of the dossier. My new partner was 1st Generation Confederate Foridian. Immigrants of the Juche Republics who arrived in 1992. The year I was born by the way. Her father owns a Chinese Restaurant and her mother was a rising star in the Confederate Department of War. Or CSDoW. But was killed in an accident a few years back. Mya, graduated from collage, is well trained in several marshal arts and is a ranked shooter at the local combat range and seemed the perfect fit for the job at Stonewall Security for protecting the Congressman Gregory Reigns. Who sits on the Defense Sub Committee as well as the President's Congressional Advisory Council. In short, he is a HVT. Or High Value Target for potential spies and assassins.

I sighed as I leaned back into my seat. Gazing up in the gun case on the wall near the bed. An AR-15 sat in the case as well as a Browning shotgun. My work as a mercenary has gotten me familiar with violence and weapons at a rather young age. Involved in two war zones and having killed more than 14 people. I then poured myself a shot of whiskey, a recent habit I have picked up and choked it down. And followed it with some breath mints. And looking at the clock again, it was about 5:10 in the morning. I was only a block away from the Stonewall Security HQs and I needed to get moving. I stood up, and walked to the door. With 'Charlotte' the Smith & Wesson, holstered on my hip. almost giving me a look of a modern cowboy. But, I preferred revolvers whenever possible, as they dont jam and are always reliable. Despite the shorter ammunition capacity.

As I paced down the hall I thought about my inventory. I was carrying exactly two weapons and a concealed knife. The revolver had six shots in the chamber, and an additional twelve on my person. I wont need nearly that much. Possibly any of it. From what I could tell of Mya Mao, she was more educated than I. Had more extensive hand to hand combat training and was almost as good a shot as I was.

Almost.

But, I had more experience in combat zones and in security work. And in my line of business, experience outranks everything. Despite this, she is being appointed the Senior Agent on the job. I made it to the stairs and continued my way until I left the building. When I walked outside, the sun was already beginning to rise. And as I walked down the street, the sidewalks almost deserted, even in the large city Orlando is. I used the relative quiet time to pray on my way to work. As my devout faith had been one of the few constants in my life.

When I arrived I discovered that Mya had not arrived yet. And I sat down in the lobby and placed on leg on top of the other as I waited. A old habit I took on as a child. I was then approached by an older woman, perhaps about 37 years old. And she offered her hand and I stood and gave a slight Gentleman bow, as was tradition in the Confederacy when a man met a woman. She then began to introduce me to the company.

"I am Hannah Fellers. The Directing Supervisor of your and Mya's operation. I am quite pleased that you and the Vipers PMC accepted our job offer. And while you are working with our company and your new partner, you will report to me. Until you return to work with Vipers Private Military Contractors. Which should be just a few weeks."

The woman was attractive, not showing her age that much. With light brown hair cut so it reaches just below the shoulders which made her look younger and red lips reminding me of candy as her frame was healthy rather than the so common underweight women these days. She wore a conservative navy blue business suit with a matching company skirt and high heels. I then responded in kind.

"Or course mam. Pleasure to meet you. And I look forward to meeting my new partner for the assignment." I said as I revealed my slower Georgia drawl. Only then did I notice an attractive Chinese descended woman enter and connected the dots and assumed it was her. This was only verified when Hannah remarked.

"Lets go meet your new Senior Partner."

She then stepped off and led me over to her and we were not far from the entrance when we reached her. At six feet and a single inch, I was taller than both of them by several inches but I listened as Mya greeted us.

"Hello my name is Mya Mao,it's a pleasure to meet you."

I smiled warmly as I gave a curt bow and then returned her greeting in kind.

"The pleasure is mine m'am. I am Dillin Weeks, a mercenary for Vipers Private Military Contractors and I will be your first partner here until I am replaced by someone from your own company here. Stonewall Security." I then led her to the upper levels as I explained the basics to her. Although she was officially the Senior Officer, I had been here for the past several days getting familiar with the layout and protocols.

"I know this is your first day here, but our subject has a public meeting in three hours, so we dont have much time to waste." I explained as my first objective was to brief her on the facilities and where everything was. From the restrooms to the kitchen and the combat range. After that I moved on to our chain of command and other important protocols and finally on to our subject.

The whole tour took an hour and a half and when we finished we were outside and getting into a armored black SUV. A 2014 Dodge by the make of it. AS I climbed into the driver seat, I waited until she made her way into the passenger, and we began to drive to the local City Hall, where our Congressman was.

"Well, Mya our 'precious cargo' will only be in Orlando for three days. After that he is packing up for DC. I, as your Junior Partner, suggest that tonight, after GoF retires tonight.(Gregory of Florida) We begin to make plans and precautions to ensure his safe trip. As well as ours." As I stopped at a red light, just five minutes away from City Hall I glanced over and got my first real look at Mya since we met. Quite attractive and possibly a few years my Senior.

And so, I introduced her to my special rule as the light turned green. That I hoped she would not have a problem with.

"Well mam, I would like to say. When it is just us. I would like to get to know you. For the next few weeks, our lives are in each others hands. And these types of jobs are always uncertain. Why do you think we have such good Life Insurance plans?" I laughed at my own corny joke.

"But seriously, I would like you to ask me anything you want. As long as it doesn't relate to our job protecting Reigns. At least when we have time to kill, like in the car." I said, as we began to pull up to the City Hall. I rolled the windows down and then peered at the large building and then glancing at my watch.

"We have five minutes before we head in. So, do you have anything you want to know about me? Favorite food? Music? Birthday or anything?" I asked, as I waited patiently for both her response and the time to pass so we could get on with our job.

[Juche Republics]

Mya Mao,22 Orlando-Confederate State of Florida

"I am Hannah Fellers. The Directing Supervisor of your and Dillin's operation. Dillin will start by showing you around Stonewall Security HQ.Let me be the first too said that it's a pleasure to having you work here.We hope you have a long and successful career working with Stonewall Security during your time here." Fellers said

Fellers was an older woman in her late 30s early 40s. Unlike most women her age she had a healthy frame,not overweight or underweight but was at her perfect weight for her body type.She wore a conservative navy blue business suit with a matching company skirt and high heels. Next to her stood a young man in his early twenties.He was much taller than both myself and Hannah,he must of been at least six foot.

"Hello my name is Mya Mao,it's a pleasure to meet you." I said.

He gave a warm southern smile and responded in kind.

"The pleasure is mine m'am. I am Dillin Weeks, a mercenary for Vipers Private Military Contractors and I will be your first partner here until I am replaced by someone from your own company here. Stonewall Security."

From the moment I saw Dillin Weeks I could tell that he was a stone cold killer.He had deep brown hair and eyes with a small scar above his upper left lip. With his revolver holstered on his hip he looked like a stereotypical modern day Confederate cowboy.From what I had read about him,he was a battle harden solder who had been deployed to GSU during what's be dubbed the White Rebellion,and Bratislav during a coup.I had a lot more extensive hand to hand combat training and from what I could tell he was just better shot than myself.

Only just.

Once we had finished pleasantries.He led me to the upper levels of the massive building and explained the basics to me.I remained quiet during the tour,only speaking when spoken to.I was taking every last detail in.In the future knowing every minute detail could save my life if something when wrong.

The whole tour took an hour and a half.From the restrooms to the kitchen and the combat range.To our chain of command and other important protocols.Not one detail was missed.We ended up outside and made are way to a armuored black SUV. A 2014 Dodge. Dillin climbed into the drivers seat while I got the passenger.Once we were bucked in we made are way to the local City Hall, where our Congressman was.

A couple minutes into the trip.Just as the car came to a stop at a red light Dillin said "Well, Mya our 'precious cargo' will only be in Orlando for three days. After that he is packing up for DC. I, as your Junior Partner, suggest that tonight, after GoF retires tonight.(Gregory of Florida) We begin to make plans and precautions to ensure his safe trip. As well as ours."

"Sounds good." I replied quietly as the light turned green and the car started to move again.While we continued to make are way to the local city hall when I heard.

"Well mam, I would like to say. When it is just us. I would like to get to know you. For the next few weeks, our lives are in each others hands. And these types of jobs are always uncertain. Why do you think we have such good Life Insurance plans?" Dillin said

I laughed a little too the very crony joke.As we began to pull up to the City Hall Dillin said.

"But seriously, I would like you to ask me anything you want. As long as it doesn't relate to our job protecting Reigns. At least when we have time to kill, like in the car." he then looked at his watch and said "We have five minutes before we head in. So, do you have anything you want to know about me? Favorite food? Music? Birthday or anything?"

I paused for a second.I was cause completely off guard.I hadn't expected him to be interested in getting to know me personally.I sat in my seat with a thousand thoughts flying through my mind trying desperately trying to calm myself down.After taking a few deep breath I replied and calmly said "May I ask,how did you get that scar on above your upper left lip?"

[The Rebel Alliances]

Dillin Weeks-21-Vipers Merc-Orlando, Florida
As she asked me how I got the scar above my lip, I had noticed she was behaving pretty strangely. She was breathing heavily and seemed to have to rehearse a question. What was bothering her? Nervous about her first assignment? No...she seemed cool and collected and attentive until I told her I liked to get to know my partners personally. Almost like she was afraid of letting someone get to know her personally. Why? A bad break up? Child abuse? No, too obvious. Well, I decided to try and put her at ease and just answer her question. I then took my hands off the wheel and began talking with my hands as I tried to illustrate the story.

"Well, I was seven years old. And was spending the night at my cousin's house. I was supposed to be there a whole weekend and I along with several other kids were there that night." I then stopped to think about it. "There must have been at least four other kids who were also spending the night. And we were all bunking in the same room. And the room had this bunk bed, that was actually homemade but was still not finished. It did not have any guard rails." I then smiled brightly as I continued. "Well, every kid wants the top bunk. But, as luck had it I went to bed last. And when I tried to climb up there and sleep, there was only this small ledge left to squeeze into. Well, I lean up on my side and go to sleep but not an hour later I roll over, and right off the edge of the top bunk." I said laughing to myself. "And there was this table, or night stand right next to the bed, and my face slammed into it and cut my lip open." I said as I nearly finished my story. "Well, long story short, I bleed all over the floor, crying and then my Aunt rushes me to the hospital. Where I get several stitches and return home. And ever since the scar has been a excuse to make up all kinds of tall tales of my bravado."

I then looked at the watch again. About 2 minutes and 13 seconds. I then kept watching the entrance of the Town Hall as I kept an eye out for possible threats. A big pain in protecting high level politicians here is that gun ownership is quite common here. And can even be carried in public with a license. So, it will be a headache we will need to deal with. But, a headache we will have to deal with.

And after what seemed like half an hour, our Congressman finally appeared. I then notified Mya as I prepared to exit the vehicle. "GoF, nine O'Clock." I said as she arched her head to catch a glimpse of him. The man was about average height. 5'10 and had greying hair, but you could tell he colored it. He wore a tan suit with a plain light colored neck tie. He almost dressed like he was Italian Mafia. I had to crack a smile. And it was obvious he was a wealthy Floridian. AS he approached the car I exited and then opened the rear left door to allow him in. He thanked me and I closed it behind him.

AS I got back in the car, I began to tell us that he had to give a speech in the local stadium for a baseball game. Another effort to help rally support for re-election. On the way there, he asked us what our politics were. What we thought of Ackerman, the Confederate Party and if we had voted for either him or Ackerman. Just a politician making politician conversation.

"Actually, I was in Bratislav when you were elected to Congress suh. And I am from Georgia and a current citizen of Louisiana. So I could not have voted for you anyhow. But no, I am actually registered as a Modern Whig in Louisiana. My family is majority States Party Supporters though. I actually voted against Ackerman. But, I actually am surprised by his performance in office so far." I said. AS Gregory leaned back into his leather seat as he spoke.

"Ah, a Whig huh. They are a pretty 'adaptable' bunch. Too bad they can never seem to agree on much. Even inside their own party. Most votes in congress they are as easily split among themselves if it is anything other than a proposal to limit the Presidents power."

I shrugged as I passed it off. "Actually what I like about them. They represent the concerns of their people, not of their part. While still united on Constitutional principles. That allows them to cooperate with the States Party pretty well. so, I think it is obvious I am fond of Nikki Haley's presidency." I commented as Gregory turned the Question to Mya Mao.

"So, Mya, your family are first generation Chinese huh? What are there politics? And yours? I am very interested to know what my immigrant constituents from the Juche Republics leanings are. I just hope they are not followers of that 'Confederate-Soviet Party'. Those traitors should not even be allowed in the halls of Congress. After the Confederate-Soviet War." He then sighed heavily. "Well its all history I suppose." He said as he closed.

And as he did so, the baseball stadium came into view. When we finally arrived we exited the vehicle and flanked him as we entered the stadium. And we just rounded the perimeter while keeping eyes on him, while he prepared to make his speech in the center field. This was a nightmare assignment. There are thousands of people in this stadium. And too many vantage points for a sniper, if there is one. So, anything short of jumping in front of the Congressman, would get him killed.

But, as he began his speech. I just continued to patrol with my eyes. I could not get too far away from him. And so I had to listen to bits and pieces of his typical speech as he addressed the crowd.

"The Confederate Party of Florida, has delivered on its campaign promises to pass bills that has been crucial in strengthening this nation, by securing the borders with federal resources and by enforcing our influence abroad, to represent your interest, to not only your government in Richmond, but the world.

And I tuned out after that. As I stood about fifteen yards away from Mya. I wondered over to her and spoke softly so just the two of us could hear.

"I dont see anything worth note. Have you spotted anything GoF should be concerned with?" I asked, as I the speech neared it's end. And after it does we will have to stay here and look after the congressman as he watches the game. And then escort him home late tonight. So, a overall pretty boring first day of baby sitting.

And for the first time, I felt out of my comfort zone. As I was used to a war zone. Where I had a squad at my back and the threats were not hiding in the stands of thousands of roaring people. I thought to myself as I kept my hand ready close to 'Charlotte'. Waiting in anticipation for something I hope does not happen.

[Juche Republics]

Mya Mao,22 Orlando-Confederate State of Florida

"Well, I was seven years old. And was spending the night at my cousin's house. I was supposed to be there a whole weekend and I along with several other kids were there that night." Dillin said,he stopped for a brief moment too think about it before continuing his story. "There must have been at least four other kids who were also spending the night. And we were all bunking in the same room. And the room had this bunk bed, that was actually homemade but was still not finished. It did not have any guard rails." he paused for a second and smiled brightly at me before continuing. "Well, every kid wants the top bunk. But, as luck had it I went to bed last. And when I tried to climb up there and sleep, there was only this small ledge left to squeeze into. Well, I lean up on my side and go to sleep but not an hour later I roll over, and right off the edge of the top bunk." Dillin said laughing to himself. "And there was this table, or night stand right next to the bed, and my face slammed into it and cut my lip open.Well, long story short, I bleed all over the floor, crying and then my Aunt rushes me to the hospital. Where I get several stitches and return home. And ever since the scar has been a excuse to make up all kinds of tall tales of my bravado." he said finishing the story.I smiled at and he smiled in kind.

After what seemed like half and hour about was probably only a few minutes,our Congressman finally appeared. Dillion then notified me and said "GoF, nine O'Clock."I looked to me right and saw the Congressman.He was about average height around 5.9-5.10 and had graying hair which he did his best too hide but was failing miserably.He was wearing a tan suit with a plain light colored neck tie and looked like a stereotypical Italian Mafia boss.

As he entered the car he began to us tell about a speech he was giving at a local stadium for a baseball game.As we made are way to the local stadium he asked us what our politics were. What we thought of Ackerman, the Confederate Party and if we had voted for either him or Ackerman.

As soon as the Congressman finished speaking and Dillin started the conversation off.I started thinking back to my childhood when all my parents taught me was my family's back story.I replayed my back story over and over in my head until it was second nature too me.If I missed one thing my cover could be blown in a blink of an eye.I continued to replay my back story in my head focusing on nothing else until I heard.

"So, Mya, your family are first generation Chinese huh? What are there politics? And yours? I am very interested to know what my immigrant constituents from the Juche Republics leanings are. I just hope they are not followers of that 'Confederate-Soviet Party'. Those traitors should not even be allowed in the halls of Congress. After the Confederate-Soviet War."

"Yes,my family are first generation Chinese.My parents moved to the CSA to escape religious persecution by the Juche government,because my parents and I are christians." I said with my eyes glassing over by tears. "That is why I love living this country,everyone here accepted here for who they are and aren't submitted to being persecuted for it." I looked over at the Congressman,who's eyes were also glassed over.

"It's people like you that make the CSA what it is today." he said patting my shoulder "So what are there politics?" he asked me as he wiped his eyes with his arm.

"I'm a registered member of the Confederate Party just like my parents.I voted for Ackerman in the most recent presidential election,but no I didn't vote for you because I was looking after my father in Atlanta,who had just had his second heart attack at the time." I said

"I'm so sorry to hear that I hope he gets better." he said kindly "There is always this election cycle." he joked.Just then the car came to a gradual stop at the entrance to the stadium. We exited the vehicle and flanked him as we entered the stadium. We maintained constant vision on him.Constantly looking for snipers in the crowd,it was nightmare.Time seemed to past in slow motion as the Congressman began his speech.I patrolled the stands looking out for any suspicion activity.I the background the Congressman began his speech.

"The Confederate Party of Florida, has delivered on its campaign promises to pass bills that has been crucial in strengthening this nation, by securing the borders with federal resources and by enforcing our influence abroad, to represent your interest, to not only your government in Richmond, but the world...

Dillin turned to me and said softly "I dont see anything worth note. Have you spotted anything GoF should be concerned with?"

"No it looks all clear." I replied.In the background we could hear applauding as the speech came to a end. Dillin seemed out of place.Like a fish out of water,he seemed lost don't knowing what to do with himself.I decided to try to put his mind at ease and start a conversation.

"So I think it's my turn.Is their anything you want to know about?"

[The Rebel Alliances]

Dillin Weeks-21-Vipers Merc-Orlando, Florida
I blocked out the political party talk. And as I stood next to Mya, she then asked me if I wanted to ask her anything. I answered without looking at her. But in a tone that told her I was not being rude. "Not now. But after we drop off the precious cargo, I will think of something." I said, and then paced around the perimeter. The noise, the lights and the tension seemed to be climbing. And as I clenched my fist, I could feel my ring apply pressure in my hand. I then looked down for a moment, as I actually not even noticed my engagement ring all day so far. I was not even sure if Vushannah was coming back. Let alone still going to marry me. But, until such time as I hear from her again. Or until I decide she is gone, I will keep wearing the simple golden band on my hand.

She was a wonderful woman, but she deserves a better man than I. As I became a mercenary, even a idealistic one. I cant seem to make the living I do now in any other industry. I was a cook when I graduated High School. And then got into work as a security guard. Surviving on Polarian Raman and Confederate Spam Sandwiches. And then finally, just last year I joined Vipers Private Military Contractors. They taught me how to be a soldier. And they have given me advancement oppertunities as well as the first and best life insurance I have been able to afford. And training as a medic for my fellow mercs. I could leave and join the Confederate Army, either Active Duty or the State Militia. But I would have to be a Sergeant to make the money I do now as a Corporal. I could join a security company like Stonewall or Spartan Security. And work protecting rich kids and VIPs instead of fighting in war zones. But, I am doing well enough in my own company, and I am quite close to my squad. I have even considered leaving merc work and using the money I have earned to go into law school, and shoot to be a lawyer. But, it will be years before I see a return on my efforts. But I would be safe.

And despite the low social status of mercenaries. There have always been mercenaries. And we can go after hot zones without the red tape that prevents national governments from getting involved, in short. We can get the bad guys and fight for the change in nations far more easily than the army can. But sometimes we end up as part of a coup. The one absolute about merc life is, we always follow the money. And it gives us a brand of honesty that is rare these days. We can always be counted on as long as we are payed. And when our company accepts contracts, we work with the clients forces faithfully until the ends of the conflict. Through win or loss, although we will charge much higher cover fees if coming in on a losing side.

And after what had seemed to be all day. The game ended. Me and Mya spent most of it standing behind the Congressman in the VIP Box as he cheered for the home team. But had to endure his venting after his team lost to the Braves by 3 points. Although I was smiling quite widely on the inside.

We found ourselves in the armored car once more. And this time I let Mya drive us as I took the passenger side and kept a lookout. And realized we had a moment as the Congressman began to doze off in the back seat. I then began to think of a question.

"So Mya...are you seeing anyone? You know, in a relationship sense?" Just after I asked the question, a red SUV at the intersection ahead of us, ran a red light, slammed in park in front of us, and a red haired woman on the passenger side facing away from us. Exited the car and raised a shotgun. Peppering the front of our armored SUV. The shock of the fire awoke our congressman and he began to scream in the back seat, clearly not thinking rationally. And as the woman fired at us, the driver window rolled down in the red SUV, and a man, tattooed with a tank top and dog tags complete with raven black hair, revealed a RPG, and fired it off.

But just before he did so, a car collided with his own, throwing his aim off. And the RPG hit just ahead in the street of our car, avoiding a direct impact. And death. Our car swerved and stopped opposite of the assassins. Placing my side, away from the incoming fire but Mya's seat on their side. I threw my door open and could begin to hear the cires of panicked civilians fleeing the scene. I then took cover behind the protection of our car, and fired two shots from 'Charlotte' and then ordered the Congressman to lay down in the floor board of the car and to cover his head.

I then turned my attention to Mya, and holding my hand out to her to help pull her out of the car as I fired yet another shot in an effort to keep the enemy suppressed.

"Mya! Climb out on my side! We need to hold here until the police and T-Zero teams arrive!" I yelled to her over the fire. As I noticed the red haired woman making a dash with her shot gun to our left flank, attempting to get a killing shot while her partner began to fire an AK-74 at us to keep us down.

"Shit...."I mumbled under my breath as time seemed to be running out on mine and Mya's first day on the job.

[Juche Republics]

Mya Mao,22 Orlando-Confederate State of Florida

Dillin replied in a tone that told me he wasn't being rude. "Not now. But after we drop off the precious cargo, I will think of something.", before pacing around the perimeter.After a few minutes I blocked out the Congressman's speech.All my life I've listened to political party talk and after all these years I've had enough of it.All of my earliest memories were speeches about how awful the CSA is and how the Juche Republics is a workers paradise.Yet what has the Juche Republics done for me? My mother and unborn brother killed working for the Juche and my father's health has collapsed because of the stress placed on him during his service.Why should I even working for country that I hardly remember and I have visited a handful of times.Since I was the age of six I've always wanted to be doctor and hated politics.Yet in a cruel twist of fate I'm going too have to protect politicians and work my way up the Stonewall Security corporate ladder.

After what seemed too be all day,the game finally ended. Dillin and myself had spent almost all of it standing behind the Congressman in the VIP Box as he cheered for the home team. But had to endure his rage after his team lost to the Braves by 3 points.

After spending almost all of my time at baseball stadium lamenting about my current situation.We were back at the armoured car again.This time it was my turn to drive,as I got into the drivers seat Dillin kept a lookout before climbing into the passengers seat.

A few minutes after we set off I heard."So Mya...are you seeing anyone? You know, in a relationship sense?"

Just as I was about to respond,a red SUV the intersection ahead of us, ran a red light, slammed in park in front of us, and a red haired woman on the passenger side facing away from us exited the car and raised a shotgun. Peppering the front of our armoured SUV with shotgun shells. The shock of the fire awoke our congressman who had fallen asleep just after we had left.As the woman fired at us, the driver window rolled down in the red SUV, and a man, tattooed with a tank top and dog tags complete with raven black hair, revealed a RPG, and fired it directly at us.

As he was about to fire,for a brief moment time stopped.My entire life flashed before my eyes,in that brief moment I came to the realisation how unhappy I have been for most of my life. But just before he fired , a car collided with his own,throwing his aim completely off. The RPG hit a few meters in front of our car, avoiding a direct impact and are untimely deaths. Our car swerved and stopped opposite of the assassins. Putting Dillin's side away from the incoming fire,but left my seat completely exposed to incoming fire. Dillin threw his door open as we heard the cries and screams of panicked civilians fleeing the scene.I looked up briefly and Dillin had take cover behind our car.Seconds later I heard two shots fired from his 'Charlotte' before ordering the Congressman to lay down in the floor board of the car and to cover his head.

Dillin then turned his attention to me,he extended his hand to help pull me out of the car as he fired yet another shot in an effort to keep the enemy suppressed.

"Mya! Climb out on my side! We need to hold here until the police and T-Zero teams arrive!" Dillin yelled at me over the sounds of gunfire.Just then I noticed the red head making a dash with her shot gun to our left flank, attempting to get a killing shot while her partner provided cover fire with his AK-74.

"Fuck,what a awesome first day on the job."I mumbled to myself as I pulled out my Beretta M9 from my gun holster.I briefly looked through the front window which was being pepper by machine gun fire from the AK-74.The red head was crouching and slowly but steadily making her way too the the Congressman's seat.

"Get the Congressman out the car.I'll provide cover fire!" I yelled at Dillion who swiftly responded according.I fired 3 rounds into the general direction where the red head was making her move.Two of the bullets missed and struck the red SUV causing the man with tattoos to take cover,briefly allowing Dillion to pull out the Congressman.While the third bullet stuck the woman in her left arm forcing her too end her attack.As she fell back I told Dillion softly so just the two of us could hear."I'm going to get the larger weapons in the back of the SUV while they have fallen back for the moment.Dillin protect the congressman and cover me."

I then climbed out the car and made a mad dash for the heavier weapons in the back of the car while Dillin provided cover fire.What seemed toe be the longest minute of my life,I grabbed as many weapons as I could and stuffed them in the bag.After a very very long minute I ran back with the weapons in the bag just avoiding fire from man with his AK-74.Once I had returned I opened the bag and offer Dillin first dibs on witch gun he would like.

[The Rebel Alliances]

Dillin Weeks-21-Vipers Merc-Orlando, Florida
After covering Mya I fired the last three rounds in my revolver as she madly grabbed at whatever weapons we had in the car. I would not describe her as calm, but she is not panicking. So, her training must be good, as far as I know, this is her first firefight. And despite all of this, she managed the first hit on one of the assailants. As the woman, could no longer stand the kick of the shotgun, she had resorted to a much lighter Glock 17. I however gracefully spun the revolver open and let the bullet casings fall hot onto the street below me. And then pulled a loader with an additional six rounds in it, and loaded it into the revolver. Gone are the days where you need to load it one bullet at the time. I had just fired another shot, when Mya returned. Ordering me to pick a weapon. She made the Mossberg 500 Shotgun, Ar-15 Assault Rifle and M-24 Sniper rifle available to me. After firing another shot, I glanced over at her.

"Lets try not to make Orlando a battlefield. You should take the M-24 and find a better position. Be precise and wait for a opening. We need to attempt to take them alive, but dont hesitate to kill if forced to." Just then a bullet ripped into the mirror of the car, scattering glass and plastic around us.

"Thirteen..." I mumbled under my breath. That red headed woman had fired thirteen shots. So she has four left before she needs to reload. Her partner however, was firing in controlled burst. Giving evidence to what I had feared, a military background. But, all we needed was an opening. I then explained the plan to Mya.

"Look, T-Zero and Police will be crawling in less than two minutes. No need to make ourselves vulnerable when we will have back up in moments. We will pick our shots from behind the solid cover of the armored car, and repel any attempts to flush us out." And just as I said it, I witnessed the black haired man switch weapons. This time to a M79 Grenade Launcher. And I knew he was looking to finish this after the failed flanking attack, and he knew he was running out of time.

"That SOB knows what the hell he is doing." I growled as I gripped Charlotte.

"No time to wait for back up. And then I counted it.

Seventeen.

The red head is out. So now is the time.

"Cover me with that sniper Mya." I said as I trusted the weapon to her and then almost jumped up. Revealing myself to the enemy as I charged toward them. I had sprinted the distance and was just about five yards from the red haired girl as she also revealed herself and pulled the trigger on her Glock 17.

And click.

"Seventeen shots. Your done." I muttered as I fired at her. Her eyes shot wide as she grunted and fell to the earth, bleeding onto the pavement. Death in her blank stare. All while this happened, the black haired man never took his focus off loading and firing his grenade launcher. I turned to face the last assailant but had no clear shot from my position.

Even so, I fired two shots at him, to break his focus on Mya and the Congressman. And after doing so, he flinched just long enough for me to get in close to him. I came up behind him at the red SUV, but he took the grenade launcher and smashed it into my gut. As the wind left my lungs I struggled with him over the weapon. And he revealed a combat knife and slashed at me, as I jumped back and pulled Charlotte. He was however stronger and faster than me. And he grabbed my gun arm and broke the weapon from my hand. As I screamed out in pain, he then took the revolver and swung it to were it smashed me in the back. I grabbed him from the bottom and charged, pushing him to the ground. He finally dropped the M79 but not Charlotte. But, I jumped on him, placing my forearm against his neck as he tried to force my weapon against my chest.

And it was not until now that I had remembered Mya. And began to worry about her shooting and hitting me in the struggle. He then kicked me off as I struggled to breath he stood up. Took the revolver and aimed it at me.

"Hal Murphy, sergeant of the Confederate Ghost Special Forces....retired. Pretty damn good with a six shooter kid. Congressman was the job. But you and your friend fucked that up for me. Suppose I will settle for you."

My mind flashed back to my childhood, my time in the Bratislav Coup and the White Rebellion. Wondering if this would be the end of me. And wondering who would make the first shot. Hal. Or Mya. And with the sun falling, and darkness rising I could not help but think at how fitting it was.

[Juche Republics]

Mya Mao,22 Orlando-Confederate State of Florida

After I returned and offer the Mossberg 500 Shotgun, Ar-15 Assault Rifle and M-24 Sniper rifle available to Dillin he said to me."Lets try not to make Orlando a battlefield. You should take the M-24 and find a better position. Be precise and wait for a opening. We need to attempt to take them alive, but dont hesitate to kill if forced to."

Just as he finished a bullet ripped in the car's mirror,causing glass and plastic to scatter all around us."Okay,got it." i replied. Dillin then mumbled something too himself before looking at me and saying "Look, T-Zero and Police will be crawling in less than two minutes. No need to make ourselves vulnerable when we will have back up in moments. We will pick our shots from behind the solid cover of the armored car, and repel any attempts to flush us out."

"Got it." I said grabbing the M-24 and made my way with the congressman too a better position so I could better support Dillin as he made his attack.I kept constant vision on him as charged towards them.Dillin was about five yards from the red head revealed herself and pulled the trigger on her Glock 17.My heart sunk,Dillin was going too die on his first day and I barely knew the guy.

Click

I took a huge sigh of relief,Dillin knew what he was doing.He's was good,very good. Dillin then preceded to shot her once in the heart.Her lifeless body fell to the earth,turning the pavement red with her blood.I immediately turn my attention to the remaining assailant but I didn't have a clear line of site. Dillin fired two shots at him,witch broke his bombardment of my position.After doing so Dillin came up behind him and a fight between the two men broke out.I took a deep breath in an attempt to lower my heart rate .I went deep into my mind to remember my training.They were so close together during the struggle it made a clean shot on the assailant impossible and made the odds of hitting Dillin even higher.I couldn't take the risk.I looked over at the Congressman who was taking cover behind the car.

"I'm going to help out Dillin,stay here and don't move!" I said to him.He nodded to confirm he understood me.I than handed him my Beretta M9 and said "Do you know how to use this?"

"Is the Pope Catholic?" he joked as I gave him the weapon.

"Remember,don't leave this position."

"I know,I know."

I took a deep breath and pumped myself up.Once I had composed myself,staying low to the grow,I made my way too the location where the two men were fighting.I approached from the right flank.Just as I arrived I heard.

"Hal Murphy, sergeant of the Confederate Ghost Special Forces....retired. Pretty damn good with a six shooter kid. Congressman was the job. But you and your friend fucked that up for me. Suppose I will settle for you."

As I got closer I saw the man who referred to himself as Hal Murphy was aiming Dillin's the revolver at him.A thousand thoughts spiraled through my mind.Every possible scenario played through my mind.In each and every one of the scenarios there was a chance that Hal or Dillin could die.Clearly this attack wasn't just a another random act of terrorism by a lone wolves,they were both well trained and well armed.Clearly they were just pawns in a much larger sinister plan.If Hal died any hope of uncovering this plot would die with Hal.With that in my mind I turned my rifle around so the butt of the rifle was at the front and the barrel of the rifle was at the end.Holding the rifle like a baseball bat,I raised it to the left of my head.With all my strength swung it at Hal's head.

Before he could even react,the butt of the rifle struck his head.Causing him to plummet to the ground,unconscious.Not before he fired a reflex shot at Dillin,which whizzed pasted his right leg.I immediately pulled out my handcuffs from my pocket and placed it on his hands.Once I finished handcuffing Hal,I helped Dillin get up and using me as a crutch,walked over to secure the GoF .Once we got there I placed Dillin by the congressman and kept look out for the next 90 seconds until the police arrived.The next minute and half was the longest and most painful minute and half of my life.I was in a heighten state of awareness and paranoia,every 10 seconds or so I looked around waiting a second attack at any moment all the while the wailing from emergencies services' vehicles sirens got closer and closer until,"OPD,we'll take it from here."

[The Rebel Alliances]

Dillin Weeks-21-Vipers Merc-Orlando, Florida
It had been an hour since the attack. And GoF was secured in his hotel, with more security than GSU's Kremlin. I stared through the glass at the ex Confederate Ghost named Hal Murphy. And in the time we had arrested him, we had dug up all kinds of information on him. A brilliant soldier with a solid career ahead of him. Collected and ideal under fire. And hell off duty. He was dishonorably discharged after assaulting officers in a bar in Havana. Three of them. And sent two to a hospital with major injuries. Held the rank of Sergeant before being released. This man saw combat in GSU in ops that will be classified for a long time during their civil war. But he seems to have a love of heavy weapons like grenade launchers, LAW Rockets and explosives. His style is as subtle as a boot to the face. But he is effective. And with his skill set, he found work with a merc group but was thrown out for being to unpredictable for them. So he started taking contracts from criminals and gangs. Hits on other gangs, killings of police officers. The man has a rep sheet a mile long. And with it he wont see the light of day ever again. As we will be confined to a cell the rest of his days.

We did not ID the red head until after she hit the morgue. Angela Faller. Much less interesting. Her record started at 16 when she was convicted of petty theft before moving onto assault and robbery. She joined a local gang and climbed the ranks. And soon graduated to murder. Coming from a side of town where it got you farther to steal a purse than go to school, and a broken home. She was the perfect recipe for a career criminal. But overall, I would say she was placed as backup so Hal could finish the job.

And it cost her life.

I sighed as I looked around the dull detention center of the OPD Precinct. Where we would be conducting the interview of the prisoner. Now known as S-532. The letter was an indicater of the crime he was convicted of. A purse snatcher was a class D criminal. Major theft and property damage class C. Assault and battery as well as major fraud was class B. A murderer or rapist was a class A. And serial killers, terrorist and traitors were class S. And the number was a simple inmate ID system.

As I listened to the ticking of the clock on the wall, I remembered that Mya was not with me at the moment. Said something about having to forward a report to her boss. But as I gazed into the glass and into the eyes of the man in the room. I saw no remorse. Not even a sense of disappointment that he got caught it seemed. And after the interrogation officer emerged. I quickly questioned if he had learned anything useful.

"Hell no. I thought you would have known that his type stays quiet. He wont even see a lawyer. Damn man has not said a word the entire time. Quite scary actually." He remarked, massaging his brow. I then figured I should take a crack at him.

"Sir, allow me to interview him. I'm not a cop, so maybe I can get something." He looked at me like I was foolish.

"He wont say a damn word. But go ahead. Knock yourself out." He replied as if I was bothering him, and then he walked off.

"Thanks....I suppose." I said to myself. As I entered the interrogation room. I looked him over, trying to figure out some approach. He wont respond to threats. He knows what will happen. He is basically sentenced already. I cant beat him. And I doubt that will help anyway. Cant be too nice. So, all that left me with was to just...talk to him.

I stepped forward and took a deep breath. "That tattoo on your left shoulder. 81st Hornets. Heard a little about them, back when I was involved in Bratislav. Damn nasty coup there. Of course we were aiding the coup on that particular assignment." I then saw his eyes dart to me.

Good, got his attention. Just keep it going.

"I am sure you know this. But as good as your unit was, they were actually fighting two battles. One in the field against the enemy. And the other in their command structure with enough red tape to sink a Carrier. And I am sure the red tape killed more of y'all then the enemies bullets did." He shifted in his seat a bit. Cocked his head up to look at me. And then spoke.

"If you were in Bratislav you are not military. And damn sure not a hired security firm. So you must be a merc in a PMC." I gave a slight smile.

"Pretty insightful." He then retorted quickly.

"No. Its no secret that PMCs were actively involved in that coup. You basically told me yourself."

"I did. But you have not said anything. You worked for Artemis Global Security huh? They have quite a reputation." Now he smiled.

"Why couldn't we meet before I signed on for that job? Great pay day you know. But it was a damn near suicide mission. And they partnered me with some novice gang whore who thought knowing how to blind fire a big weapon that looks scary made her a professional. Me and you, we coulda pulled it off. Then go off and retire in Kambana, or part ways and say to hell with it. Dont matter now though." He muttered on. Clearly reliving his career.

"Well, things are what they are. So tell me something." I then sat down across from him. And called a officer into the room. He stood next to me and inquired as to what I needed.

"Take his chains off." He stammered, clearly shocked by the request.
"Excuse me?"
"I said take his chains off. He is not an animal. And where is he going? He is in the middle of a Police compound. You can put them back on when I leave the room." He did not say anything but complied. And then promptly left. Then I finished my question.

"So, who hired you Hal?" He waited several moments before moving. And then he rubbed his wrists. Feeling the weight of the chains off of him. And then he leaned closer to me.

"You get one. One answer. Out of nothing but mutual respect." And then he leaned himself back into his seat before continuing.
"I cannot tell you who. It was done by a middle man of a middle man. But I can tell you the organization." And he paused once more.
"It was a group calling themselves the American Unification Army. And that is all you are getting."

I sighed. It was not much. Almost nothing at all. I had never heard of the group. Never seen them featured on the news or written about in papers. And all I have is his word that they exist. But I had this gut feeling, he was telling the truth. Or at the very least he believed it. I did not say a word as I slid my chair back and left the room. And the old interrogator was watching from where I was standing when I was outside the room.

He then had a sarcastic laugh to himself, and looked over at me.
"Can you believe that guy. Sitting there and shoveling complete bullshit at you. Its useless. This man wont give up anything." I shrugged.
"I think he is telling the truth...." The man looked shocked.
"You kidding? When was the last time a Congressman or woman had a pop shot taken at them and some secret army called the 'American Unification Army' took the credit? Why dont we know about? Why does no one know about them? If they were real, some one would know something."

I just dismissed him and began to leave the level. We have not seen or heard the end of this. The police may not believe the AUA are a threat or even real. But, despite the man being a terrorist. I believe he was honest with me. A liar and a terrorist are not quite the same thing. I walked out into the warm night and realized that the day had passed. And thought about how I would pursue the AUA before we leave for Richmond in three days. And just as I did so, I got a phone call.

"Dillin, GoF is leaving for Richmond tomorrow. Stonewall Security does not want to risk him in Orlando in case another attempt is made. And we want to get him to where he needs to be as soon as possible. Pass this along to Mya, his flight leaves at 0800 tomorrow."

I hung up and walked over to my car. As I was getting tired, but knew I would have little time for sleep. I thought about the day to myself as I sat at a red light. As I heard my phone ring again. I reached for it and kept driving as I answered. And the shock of the voice on the other end caught me off balance.

Vushannah.

It was clear she was upset, and had just stopped crying recently. And without even saying hello she said two simple words.

"We're through." I wished I could not believe it, but in the end. I saw it coming.
"You saw? Even in Sedikal?"
"The whole damn world saw Dillin. The news copters got a good view of the action. But no, I only saw the first few moments. After Vanik called me about the news broadcast. I wont do this anymore Dillin. I refuse to wait at home, while an entire nation can watch you get blown up on television. I love you...but we are two different people. Ever since you got conned into that merc group, you made yourself believe that is the only way for you to provide. But you never understood it. I wanted you, not your money or insurance policy. You are a good man Dillin. And maybe one day. When you settle down. And leave your guns behind you. We can be friends again. But...we will never be married. So...I want to let you know...the engagement is off. I thought that if I left for a while you would realize you could not be both a mercenary and my husband. But...you just refuse to change. And I no longer want you to. I am staying in Sedikal....."
"Vushannah...."
"Yes Dillin...."
"I could quiet right now...and I can buy the first ticket to Neccereç."
"Thats not what I want! I want you to want to be with me. Not feel forced to. Look, I wont stop you or hold you back anymore. Its best for both of us if we just move along. And in time, we can be friends again. Goodbye Dillin. And...take care of yourself." And then the tone...

I hung the phone up and blanked out my mind for the remainder of the drive home. After arriving I scaled the stairs and entered into my apartment room and shut the door behind me. I looked at my hand, armed with my now void engagement ring. And slid it off and layed it upon the table. And cracked open a Prepsi. After taking a sip I reminded myself I still had work to do. And tried to push Vushannah as I texted Mya to meet me at my apartment tonight.

The text read: Mya, GoF is leaving for Richmond tomorrow 0800. Hal said he was working for some group he called the 'American Unification Army'. I will tell you more when you get here, and because we leave early tomorrow and have a lot of work to do tonight. you can sleep here. Will explain more when you get here. My address is 1974 Calvin Avenue, Fairway Apartments, room number C32 on the third floor. PS: Bring Chinese food. I sent the message and closed my eyes as I let my head roll back.

It is going to be a long few weeks.

[Juche Republics]

Mya Mao,22 Orlando-Confederate State of Florida

A hour and half had pasted since the ambush.Are GoF was secure in a hotel,guarded by an army of security personal.It was the most protected place on earth and if anyone attempted a another attack was going too enter a world of hurt.I had just finished debriefing Hannah Fellers and now I was waiting for my handler to text me where we're meeting.I sat in my car tapping the drive wheel with my fingers as if I'm playing the drums while I replayed the days events in my mind making sure I didn't miss any details.I continued this for the next 5 minutes until I heard my phone ring.I gazed at the call ID,it's Li Shikai my handler.I immediately picked it up. i

"Mya are you okay? I saw what happened on the news!" he said with deep concern in his voice.

"Apart from a few cuts and bruises I'm fine uncle." I said softly to put his mind at ease.

"Good...great!" he replied in a much more softer tone. "Meet me in the office at your fathers restaurant in 45 minutes Mya."

"Certainly Uncle." I said before hanging up.

I fired the engine and reversed out my parking place and carefully made my way to my father restaurant witch is only a 40 minute drive way from Stonewall Security HQ.The streets of were relativity quiet for this time of day when most people return home after work,the attack against the congressman earlier is probably the cause of it.But hey I'm not complaining.As I made my way to my father restaurant I noticed a heavy police present on the streets.The threat of a another attack by whatever group facilitated the attack was very real.After about 38 minutes I made it to father restaurant,I parked my car by the back restaurant so no one I didn't know,know I'm here.In the back lot their was two cars were parked;Li Shikai's Lexus and the Co-owner of my father's restaurant Zhao Xun's BMW. I took a moment to gather my thoughts before opening my car door and exiting the car and making my way to the back entrance.As I opened the door a fantastic array of smells bombarded my noise,as someone who hadn't eaten anything in hours in was torture.

As I entered the restaurant I was greeted by Li how had seemed too be waiting for me for a few minutes before hand.Li gave me hug closely examining my cuts and bruises.Li is my father's older brother,a die hard Juche patriot for most of his life,he enlisted for the Juche Ground Forces at age 16.During his him in the Juche Ground Forces he saw combat during the 1969 Juche-Soviet border conflict where he received the Defender of People 1st class for outstanding bravery during the war.After completing his national service 5 years later at age 21 he was recruited into joining the Juche Intelligence Service.He proved to be a effect agent in the field quickly rising through the ranks for the next 15 years until he was assigned to being my parents handlers. He gladly accepted the assignment,wanting to reconnect with his estranged brother who,after 20 years "on the road" moving to place to place during his time in the military and subsequently Juche Intelligence Service,a brother he barely knew.A pivotal decision witch he know reaps the benefits as now my father Li are as thieves.Initially Li worked along side my father in building up their restaurant,using it as a front to secretly smuggle CSA secrets to the Juche Republics until he met Oliva his future wife.The two quickly hit it off becoming engaged and married within year.From that point on he took a more passive role in the Juche spy ring in Southern CSA's. Acting more of a middleman between my parents and the Juche Intelligence Service.In the years that followed,following his departure from the restaurant,he opened a Chinese antiques store and has been working their ever since.Since I was a small baby I have known Li,he's a second father to me and me a third daughter to him.

"I'm fine uncle,the doctors checked me after the ambush and I got the all clear." I said with irritation in my voice as I gently move his hands away from my face.

"Okay,Okay.I just get worried about you Mya." Li said slowly moving his hands away from my face. "So Mya." he said opening the door the my father's office. "Have you completed your report on the days events."

"Yes,I have it for you right here." I said pulling on a large file from my bag.I followed him into the office closing the door behind and seating down.

"So who is your supervisor during your time at Stonewall Security HQ.?" Li said shifting in his seat trying too get comfortable.

"This woman,Hannah Fellers." I said pulling out a copy of her personnel file a placing it on the table.

"37...does look it." Li said carefully reading over the entire file."Anyways,who's your partner? A Dillin Kic..."

"Dillin weeks.My partner's name Dillin Weeks.A typical career mercenary."

"Ahhh.Dillin Weeks." Li said reading over a copy of his personnel file. "Does seem too be a pleasant fellow.Fought in two wars and he's only 21.Man must be a stone cold killer." Li said in slight admiration.

"He's not too bad once you get to know." I retorted quickly.

Li smirked.

I shot him a scold before saying. "Anyways,it's does appear that the CSA will do anything about the ongoing crisis in Polska,especially after the ambush."

"Excellence,tell me about your GoF. That congressman you protected earlier?" he said not breaking eye contact way from a file which I had just given him.

"A typical wealthy Floridian who used his wealth get into Congress.He's arrogant and rude,it wouldn't be too much of a loss to the world if the assailants had achieved their objective." I said bluntly

Li shifted in his chair,in shock that Mya would say something like what she just said.

"The ambush started when a red SUV parked in front of are car.Immediately following that a red head now IDed has Angela Faller,some low life career criminal who started her career being convicted for petty theft eventually moving on to murder.She was probably there to provide Hal,the second assailant,backup.Hal Murphy the second assailant is ex-Confederate military.A brilliant soldier with a solid career ahead of him. Collected and ideal under fire but a living to deal with hell off duty. He was dishonorably discharged after assaulting officers in a bar in Havana. Three of them. And sent two to a hospital with majour injuries.From there be started working for various merc groups but was discharged from every single one of them.From there be he starting working for various gangs before taking the job to ambush and kill the congressman.

The details about the ambush are in the report but the shorter story about the ambush is this. Dillin killed the red head with a bullet to the heart,while I flanked Hal and knocked him out.The assailants failed to achieve their objective,the congressman survived,everyone is happy." I said glancing at the clock on the wall which read 9:50PM.

"Excellence.Do the Confederate authorities have any idea who was behind the attack." Li said not taking his eyes off the report she had given him.

"Nothing yet.Their still interrogating him."

"Great,I think that's everything." Li said looking at his watch as he stood up."I'll sent your report to JIS HQ.I also order for some Chinese takeout to be made for you during this debriefing.It should be ready by now."

"Thank you uncle." I said getting up and giving him a goodbye hug before leaving. "I'll contact you when I find out more about the group who organized the attack."

"Good!" Li said as he when to the kitchen and got me the Chinese takeout he had ordered. "Goodnight Mya.Say hi to your father Yun-suan when you see!" he said handing me the food as I made my way to my car.

"I will! Goodnight Uncle." I replied climbing into my car and made my way home.When I came to a stop at a red light I pulled out my phone to check for a messages from Dillion or Stonewall Security.There was one text message from Dillion it read:

Mya, GoF is leaving for Richmond tomorrow 0800. Hal said he was working for some group he called the 'American Unification Army'. I will tell you more when you get here, and because we leave early tomorrow and have a lot of work to do tonight. you can sleep here. Will explain more when you get here. My address is 1974 Calvin Avenue, Fairway Apartments, room number C32 on the third floor. PS: Bring Chinese food

I smiled after reading the text before writing down Dillion address on a old napkin from some restaurant I when to a while back.Once I finished writing down his address I texted back.

Sure,I'll pick you up a 06:00 and I'll make sure to bring Chinese food.

After a 20 minute drive I slowly pulled up to my house,it was pitch black with a lamp post facing my house being the only source of light in the entire street.I blindly searched for the light switch and when I finally found the light switch in the dark and then promptly shielded my eyes from the rays of light.On the cabinet by the door was a note written by my father which read.

I'm going to be in Sedikal for treatment for my prostate cancer for the next few weeks.You can contact me with this number 981-425-9879.Love Dad

My heart skipped a beat from a moment,that's explains why he was up so early I thought to myself in complete shock.Once I had gotten over the shock I continued on with my nightly routine,after about 40 minutes I climbed into bed I losed my eyes as I let my head gently roll back into my pillow.It was going to be the longest few weeks of my life.

Beep beep,beep beep "Hurr..." I mumbled to myself as I turned off my alarm.I looked at the clock facing my bed,it read 4:00.It had been a pitiful night sleep.All I could think about was the previous days events which weren't the best things to help you fall asleep.After my wake up ritual and I was fully dressed I left the bathroom and proceeded to my kitchen where I grabbed the things I had packed for the flight to Richmond tomorrow at 0800 hours.As I made my way to my car while I ordered some chinese food from my father's restaurant.Once I had picked up the food from my father's restaurant I spent the next 15 minutes aimless looking for the address Dillion had given me through the deserted streets of Orlando during the early morning hours.Once finally arrived I scaled the stairs and made my way to Dillin's apartment,room number C32.I knocked on his door and with a big smile on my face I said."It's Mya! I've brought Chinese food for breakfast!"

[The Rebel Alliances]

Sarah Rollins-26-AUA Terrorist-Richmond, Virginia
The early morning. I could hear the faint ticking of my clock, as the short hand reached between two and three in the morning. There is so little art left in the world. And this place. Richmond. The capital of corruption in North America. Is not only responsible for the oppression of the poor. But for the lack of appreciation of my art. You cant see the stars tonight. With the street lights glare fading the view, and the cloud cover. The streets seemed darker. It makes me feel invisible. And in truth, I likely am. My dry blonde hair, dust covered face. Torn jacket and aging back pack filled with seemingly meaningless pieces of junk mark me as a street vagrant. A homeless woman in the Capital of one of the most prosperous countries in North America. But in truth, I had only just returned to the CSA a few months ago. From me new home in the Iverik Empire...here to ensure that the Confederacy cannot oppose Iverik Socialism. And to that end...my art is necessary.

For this purpose I am working with the American Unification Army, although I care little for their goals. But we do have a common objective. The destruction of the Confederate Central government. And despite Commander 81's resources, he needs my expertise. As long as I practice my art in pursuit of his, our, goals. Then he does not care where I come from or how I found him. And despite the resources the Iverik empire made to me. Apart from finding him, we know almost nothing about Commander 81's actual identity.

I was approaching the compound where the Congressman's car is located. And in about an hour, security will arrive to secure it. Giving me a small amount of time to wire a bomb that will be small enough to be undetected but lethal enough to finish what Hal and Angela failed to do.

I gazed through the iron fence as a wicked smile spread across my dirty face.

Slowly, my backpack slid off my shoulders. At this time in the morning, I wont have to worry too much about being spotted. As my pack hit the ground, I crouched and leaned into the bag. The cutters I grabbed would allow me to cut through the fence. I did not want to risk climbing the fence, as that would make it easier to spot me. And no matter what I look like, that would look suspicious. So, I prowled the perimeter searching for a spot that would make the perfect entrance. If I cut a piece of the fence in a area that it would be discovered quickly, the authorities will know somebody tampered with the cars.

After ten minutes of walking, I finally found a spot where I could cut through the fence, and it was isolated enough to where it would be a while before it was discovered. I was now in an alley way with a large low rent apartment building behind me. On the other side of the fence was a large dumpster with several large empty boxes and crates stacked up, providing good cover for my break in. I doubt the cut out will be discovered for days.

I went about my work of cutting into the wires. The process took about ten minutes. After I finished cutting the fence, I pushed into it, and it gave way, creating a hole in the fence from which was just large enough for a woman to climb through. With only a couple feet between the fence and the dumpster, it was a narrow pass that I would get past and into the compound.

I placed a foot into the compound and pulled myself through, sidestepping along the inside of the fence until I escaped from the narrow pass, I then stepped off and began searching the cars plates for the Congressman's car tomorrow. I thought as I searched for the cars, that the only problem with this job is...when you do it right...

No one knows you did it. And it kills an artist not to be recognized for her work.

And there it was.

WES-394H Come to mamma. I thought as I kneeled down and slowly approached the car. And finally rolled myself onto my back and climbed underneath it. Grabbing the light I placed it next to my head. Beginning the delicate work of creating a bomb. I fingered some plastic explosive, courtesy of the AUA.

C-4 was one of my favorite ingredients for art. It is stable, can be molded much like modelling clay to fit into cracks, and crevices as well as into any shape needed for the job. And will not explode when dropped, heated or even shot. The amount I was applying would be more than enough to finish the job, even on an armored car. And likely several men and women around the target. But still not quite enough to be easily discovered.

I was beginning to sweat as I worked, and wiped my brow. Before long, all I needed to do was insert a blasting cap, and wire this to a detonator. The main disadvantage will be that I will have to detonate it remotely, as if I just wire it to the ignition, it will simply kill the escort before it ever even arrives at the airport to pick up the congressman. But I have already handled that too.

Being at the scene of the explosion will be too risky for me. Immediately after this goes off, there will be next to no chance of escape for me as the authorities shut down the entire airfield. So, earlier tonight I had rigged a camera system that gives me a view of where the Congressman will arrive, which I will be watching tomorrow remotely. And when my cameras show me he is entering the car, I will detonate the bomb. Thus proving the superiority of my art. to the far more crude methods of Hal and others like him.

I could not stop myself from grinning as I finished. I had covered all my bases. And now the Congressman's time is very limited. I crawled out from underneath the car, and dusted myself off as I collected my supplies. Looked back to admire my work. And then dismissed myself to get some rest at the local homeless shelter before I show off my show to the world later today in about....five and a half hours now.

Dillin Weeks-21-Vipers Merc-Orlando, Florida
When I got Mya's text. I decided to do some research so I would actually have something to present to her when she picked me up tomorrow morning. I had been staring at my engagement ring almost the entire time I had been home. And trying to push work back into my mind. And what better way to do that than by raiding the internet for any clues on just what the 'American Unification Army' is. First I 'Lougled' it. And found nothing matching the search results. And then I tried a different search engine. 'Zing', which was normally my default search engine. And still found nothing. And then I decided to try less obvious clues. I began to search through site after site of every random shootout, bombing, assassination attempt and kidnapping in the past three years that targeted either the wealthy or government officials. And the list was not as large as some would think.

But about 37 incidents came up. Only nine of them actually occurred. The rest were discovered and the criminals captured. But, as I scanned through them. There seemed to be no common denominators. No line connecting them together. They lacked purpose. None of them seemed to have any consistent goal apart from just random violence.

One attempt on a Alabama Governor was foiled two years ago. When an assassin took a shot at him from a crowd and missed, but before being captured by security. He put a gun in his mouth and committed suicide. Another failed attempt targeted a Congresswoman from Kentucky. When she was poisoned by one of her secretaries. Whom is now in Federal prison. But she recovered. And yet another from Texas, perhaps the most interesting. A bombing of a political rally in which two dozen people were killed, including a popular Governor candidate. With another four dozen wounded. The suspect, a young woman was never found. And was presumed dead.

Despite the recent surge in violence against government officials. There was little pointing to the existence for the American Unification Army. I pushed my rolling chair back and rubbed my temples. As my eyes rested from staring at a computer screen for hours. Only to spot the time on the computer and realize it was 0145 in the morning. And as I stared at the screen knowing Mya would be here in a few hours. I found myself at a dead end for all purposes.

Purpose...they lacked purpose...what if I gave them purpose?

Thats it. The American Unification Army, given their name, their purpose is the unification of North America or at least the Confederate States of America and the United States of America and England. So, with that goal in mind, if I looked at these incidents again, they would point to a political agenda. Until yesterday, no one ever heard of the American Unification Army. So, no one could have thought to link these attacks to a attempt to somehow force the unification of the States. But, with that in mind now, the attacks make sense.

All of the targets are political figures who desire a strong State Governments. If, they are being targeted, it would convince many that the Confederacy needs to strengthen federal power to combat this, and it is working. With Ackerman's election, it showed many in the CSA, while not a majority, but greatly rising especially among the youth. People support a stronger Confederate central government.

And, if that happens, and somehow, the Government was removed somehow, the states would fall into either anarchy, or in rush votes join the Union. It makes sense now...this group...has been manipulating us for years now. I jumped up and dashed for the phone. And nearly smashed the buttons for the police.

"Hello. Yes, this is Dillin. The merc protecting the congressman. Yes, I know he is asleep now, but I need you to wake him up. No...dont hang up just wait!" And the line went dead.

"Crap." I muttered to myself as I slumped in my chair. And realized that there is nothing I can do at the moment. My best chance is to bring it up to Mya, Stonewall Security and the Congressman. If I can sway them, then perhaps we can take measures against this. I picked myself up and dropped onto the couch. Closing my eyes as I drifted into a sleep that was far too short.

0600
Pounding. The door. I placed my hand upon my face in an effort to wake me up. Feeling the glasses I forgot to remove just a few hours ago before I drifted to sleep. The double vision left me as I saw that it was exactly 0600. Mya is very punctual. I yawned loudly as I made my way to the door in my wrinkled clothes from the day before and my socks. Opening it up I saw Mya's bright smile and never would have guessed she was shot at just yesterday. "Hey.." I muttered in a sleepy drawl. As I nodded and made way for her to step in. "Come on in." Shutting the door behind her she could see the mess my place was in. The bottle of opened Vodka on the coffee table. The papers and printouts I had gathered from my search all over the computer desk, the supper table and the coffee table. The unfolded clothes acting as a pillow on the couch that I slept on and my guns, both assembled and in pieces littering various spots in the house. Photos, not in frames tacked onto the fridge and my favorite shotgun and assault rifle on the far wall above the tv. My engagement ring was laying on the coffee table next to the Vodka and a photo of me and Vushannah next to it.

The photo had me in blue jeans, white t-shirt and a braves ball cap with sunglasses with Vushannah on my back and both arms wrapped around my neck as I held her at a family gathering in Louisiana just last March. I stretched as I accepted my portion of the food and sat down on top of some clothes on the couch and motioned for her to take a seat.

"Make yourself at home." I said as I let the aroma of the Chinese food flow into me. Gripping the qui dze, or chop sticks I muttered how it smelled delicious in Mandaran. I then looked at Mya and explained my limited knowledge of the Chinese language. "Sorry, should have mentioned before. But I love Juche history and culture, pre communist era in particular. A waitress in Augusta taught me chinese back when I was in high school. And I have picked up a fair amount in chinese shops and restaurants." I explained as I ate my hot food. After only about eight minutes I stood up and began to walk in the direction of the bathroom.

"I need to clean up a bit. Feel free to look around while I do so. I will get ready and explain what I have learned last night and we will leave at 0700. So we can meet with the Congressman, and then make our flight to Richmond."

I the proceeded with the ritual, washing myself in the shower quickly and shuffling through some clothes, and finally dressed myself as reemerged from my back bedroom. My hair still wet but apart from that ready to proceed with the day. And looking over at Mya, I began to explain my theory to her.

I explained what I had found last night as I frantically searched through the papers and handing her the relevant ones.

"So you see, if I am right, the American Unification Army is a paramilitary group that is targeting influential congressman and woman, as well as state officials to dismantle the Confederate States of America." I then sat down and gave a sigh. "I called up OPD last night. And they told me to stop playing detective. Can you believe it? Staring them right in the face and they cant see it." I then stood up and picked up Charlotte as I began to load the gun.

"Well, they were right. I have no law authority. I cannot make arrest or interrogate people. My job is to protect the Congressman until you receive your replacement partner." And as I holstered my gun. I looked over at Mya again. And started to talk with almost a sarcastic laugh.

"You know, I did not really want this. This life you know. But, I did poorly in school and failed to get into collage. So, I went to work in a Waffle House. And then as a Security Guard. Cooking food and patrolling with a flashlight is how I supported myself when I was alone. It seems so long ago, but that was just three years ago. Then I met the woman in the picture there. Vushannah, and my life changed. I was happy, but could not afford our bills and helping to pay her way into collage. So, I joined the Vipers PMC. Promised me good pay, great insurance coverage and a future. They delivered on two of those promises. I earn well but there is not much future for me. And with my only skills in a kitchen, emergency first aid and killing. The merc life pays the best. But in the end, it just may cost too much. And all I have to show for it is a good bank account. Quality weapons and a damn good merc team. You should meet them one day. And in two years of mercenary life, I just dont know how to go back to the civilian world."

Dismissing the train of thought, I glanced at the clock. 0648. We still have a few minutes before we leave, but in this line of work, you never expect you will make it on time.

"We should get going." I then walked out and took the stairs down, leading me and Mya out of the apartment. And upon spotting her car climbed in on the passenger side.

"So Mya...what are your plans? You know...long term. Are you gonna keep working for Stonewall or move on to something else?" I asked, taking the subject from me to her. As we embarked on our way to receive GoF.

[Juche Republics]

Mya Mao,22 Orlando-Confederate State of Florida

I heard a loud yawn coming from the door.I instinctively place my hand on my gun believing for a brief moment their was a intruder in the apartment.This fear was quickly alleviated once Dillin opened the door and said "Hey.." sleepily and nodded and made way for me to enter the apartment. "Come on in." he said closing the door behind me.His apartment was a mess,one might say a pigsty.Yet for someone of his line of work it wasn't a big surprise.A bottle of half empty Vodka laid on a coffee table,next to it was a ring probably an engagement ring and a picture of Dillin and a pretty young eastern maybe southern European woman's arms wrapped around his neck as Dillin held her on his back.Papers and printouts of what at the time seemed like random stuff laid gathered all over his computer desk, the supper table and the coffee table. Close by was his couch which was covered with cloths which were positioned to act like pillows.Laying on the couch and in both assembled and in pieces littering various spots in the house was a hell of a lot of guns with his favourite shotgun assault rifle on the far wall above the tv.

"Make yourself at home." Dillin said as the aroma of the Chinese food flowed throughout the room.Only then did I get a good look at Dillin. Dillin looked exhausted as if he had only gotten a handful of hours worth of sleep and smelt heavily of vodka.With the picture of Dillin and a unknown woman by a bottle of Vodka on the coffee table it was perfectly clear that Dillin had gone through a nasty breakup recently.After fighting of the desire to ask Dillin about the woman,looking at him directly looking at him as I placed the chinese food I had brought to dinner table.I said "Nice place." trying to be friendly.As we sat down and started eating Dillin muttered almost perfect Mandarin how it smelled delicious.He looked at me and I shot a puzzled look at him.Before I could say anything Dillin told me about his limited knowledge of the Chinese language. "Sorry, should have mentioned before. But I love Juche history and culture, pre communist era in particular. A waitress in Augusta taught me chinese back when I was in high school. And I have picked up a fair amount in chinese shops and restaurants."

"ahh,That it explains it! Your full of surprises Dillin!" I said smiling at him.He shot a smile back.After about 8 minutes we had finished most of are food and Dillin stood up and started to walk in the direction of the bathroom.He turned his head towards me and said "I need to clean up a bit. Feel free to look around while I do so. I will get ready and explain what I have learned last night and we will leave at 0700. So we can meet with the Congressman, and then make our flight to Richmond."

"Okay." I quickly replied.I spent the couple minutes cautiously looking at some of Dillins thing but making sure I didn't look at anything too personal.Next Dillin came out of the bathroom,with his hair still wet,he looked at me and started to explain what he had found out last night.

"So you see, if I am right, the American Unification Army is a paramilitary group that is targeting influential congressman and woman, as well as state officials to dismantle the Confederate States of America." Dillin said as he sat down and gave a sigh. "I called up OPD last night. And they told me to stop playing detective. Can you believe it? Staring them right in the face and they cant see it."

"Fucking bureaucrats,how the hell can they be so blind to something staring them right in the face!"

"Well, they were right. I have no law authority. I cannot make arrest or interrogate people. My job is to protect the Congressman until you receive your replacement partner." he said with almost a sarcastic laugh.

"Nice,the life of private security." I said sarcastically "At least we get good life insurance."

Dillin then looked at me with a more serious look as if he was to cry and said. "You know, I did not really want this. This life you know. But, I did poorly in school and failed to get into collage. So, I went to work in a Waffle House. And then as a Security Guard. Cooking food and patrolling with a flashlight is how I supported myself when I was alone. It seems so long ago, but that was just three years ago. Then I met the woman in the picture there. Vushannah, and my life changed. I was happy, but could not afford our bills and helping to pay her way into collage. So, I joined the Vipers PMC. Promised me good pay, great insurance coverage and a future. They delivered on two of those promises. I earn well but there is not much future for me. And with my only skills in a kitchen, emergency first aid and killing. The merc life pays the best. But in the end, it just may cost too much. And all I have to show for it is a good bank account. Quality weapons and a damn good merc team. You should meet them one day. And in two years of mercenary life, I just dont know how to go back to the civilian world."

I awkwardly smiled at Dillin and gave him a huge;my emotional ineptitude presenting it's self at the worsted of moments.I was completely caught off guard,I hadn't excepted Dillin would open up and be so bluntly honest.Especially with his cold detached cowboy look he had.

We both looked at each other and mutually decided to discontinuing this line of thought. "We should get going." Dillin then said after a brief period of silent.I nodded in agreement and the two of us walked out and took the stairs down, leading myself and I out of the apartment. And upon spotting my car Dillin climbed into the passenger side while I took the drivers side.As we got going to the airport I heard Dillin say

"So Mya...what are your plans? You know...long term. Are you gonna keep working for Stonewall or move on to something else?"

"Well I'm not really sure at the moment.The only real reason i joined Stonewall was for the same reasons you joined Vipers PMC. For the great pay, which will help pay for my father's medicine bills and my student loans.As for the long term,I'll plan for that once I get there.That if I make it that long."

For the rest of the way to pickup are GoF we talked about random stuff.This continued until the hotel where are GoF was staying cam into view.I brought the car to a slow but steady stop by the back door of the hotel.Heavily armed guards emerged securing the perimeter in anticipation for the congressman.After about 30 seconds after we had arrived the squad leader signaled to the his men that he had been given the all clear.Moments later the congressman emerged from the building.Unlike the first time I saw him when he looked like a cocky arrogant stereotypical Italian Mafia boss type,but instead he looked visibly shook up from the experience.He had deep bags under his eyes as if he hadn't gotten any sleep and his suit was covered in wrinkles like he had slept in it.Flanked by his small army of body guards he left the hotel and climbed into back of my car.Then the head of security approached my window and signaled for me the to open the window so he could tell us something.

"Right,Stonewall Security and the Confederate government isn't taking any chances.The risk of another ambush is to great.Stonewall and the Confederate government have agreed that the why the GoF is route to the airport your to join a convoy here." he said putting the coordinates for the location where we'll meet up with the convoy into my car's GPS,which was only down the road The head of security then signaled to his men to give way to we can get past.I then fired up the engine and started to drive.Once we reached the coordinates we were met by a huge presents of security forces.Most of them being extremely well-trained and armed government and Stonewall agents everywhere we looked.I looked over at Dillin before joining the center of the convoy.I entered heighten state of awareness and paranoia,every 30 seconds or so I patrolled the streets with my eyes looking for signs of a ambush as flashes of memories of the previous day flashed through my eyes.I remained in this state until we finally arrived at the airport.

[The Rebel Alliances]

Dillin Weeks-21-Vipers Merc-Orlando, Florida
Arriving at the airport, I had maintained silence for the entire trip, which was unusual for me. But Vushanna breaking up with me, the attack on us yesterday, combined with the dead end searching for answers last night about our attackers. I was not in the mood I usually was. Stepping out of the vehicle I took point, leading GoF into the airport while Mya took up the rear, and dozens of other security personnel secured the way in and out. The airport was a large one, but great pains were taken to empty out a large section for GoF to travel through, and keep crowds away while he reached his gate. Even the plane was not the typical large airliner, but a much smaller, private jet so that we can keep closer tabs on the people aboard. I scanned the area, still keeping my silence. If I am right, and this is not simply random violence lashing out in frustration, then this is not over. Not by any stretch, there 'will' be another attempt. But, without Police cooperation I have no way of knowing when or how or who.

Well, I just go back to doing my best making sure he gets out safely. It took about an hour just for him to board the plane, as bomb squads searched it inside and out, and eventually gave the all clear. When we boarded, the passengers included myself, Mya, the Congressman, the Pilot, Co-Pilot, the Congressman's aide, three additional security agents and a Journalist. The Congressman sat in front of us, in the aisle seat, with his aide next to him by the window on the right side of the plane. Me and Mya was behind him, with me next to the window and Mya on the aisle. And the other agents in seats flanking and in front of the Congressman.

I was uneasy on planes. I hate flying. Since I was a child I had a fear of heights. So I closed my window, so I could not look down. Began to take long breaths and focus. It was a stupid problem, but still it was a problem. My silence continued until we arrived at Richmond, international Airport. Landing on the Tarmac, the same precautions have been taken, clearing out the area so the congressman can land and leave unimpeded. As we landed, ground crews positioned a stairway against the plane, so that we could disembark. Two of the three additional security guards exited first. Searching the area, and declaring it clear so that the vehicle to drive the Congressman could approach. We would be following behind in another car, while the additional security would take point, totaling a convoy of three cars.

As the vehicles pulled up, all black and armored I climbed into the passenger side of the black sedan, and watched as the congressman climbed inside the car just ahead of us. And Mya, took the driver position. And as our car roared to life I let out a heavy sigh. "Guess I was wrong, guess there was no danger at all." I confessed as I let my head fall against the seat and closed my eyes for the shortest moment. Mya, not even having a chance to respond.

A ear shattering explosion occurred. Shaking me awake and on instinct I jumped out of the car, only to watch the former Congressman's car burning on the tarmac. I put my hands in my hair and just fell silent. I could not say a word. Dammit. As fire crews raced onto the scene I slammed the car door and just went to pacing.

The mission failed. The Congressman is dead. And I was absolutely furious. I spotted the head of security for the retrieval team, and dashed over to him, grabbing him up by the collar. Not even hinting at what I might do or give Mya a chance to evaluate what the hell was going on. The man fought back and after a struggle I threw him onto the hood of his own car and began screaming at him.

"None of y'all chikenshits had the brains to search the car for explosives you sum'bitch!" I was angry, and not even giving thought to potential jail time I may face for assault. He then countered by gutting me hard with his fist and I collapsed as I tried to regain my composure. He then stood above me, and gave me a swift punch to the face before backing off.

"The damn car passed inspection just last night! Even had K9 units pass the car! Dont tell me how to do my job you fuckin' merc!" And I stood myself back up and the tempers receded a bit. And a few minutes later another security officer approached, holding a camera system in his hands.

"Found this set up hidden just across from the landing area. The feed allowed whomever to killed the Congressman to do so without actually being here. I think it is safe to call off the search for now, we wont find them."

I threw my hands up. "We are dealing with professionals here." The sec officer just pointed and declared. "Look, we dont know shit yet." We spent the next half hour cleaning the site up and Mya and I were taken to a building into the heart of Richmond. A man in his fifties escorted us, not giving up any information, and only telling us that what we were about to be made apart of is classified. We were brought into a large room, with rows of seats and tables. With many faces in it, about a dozen or so. And as I scanned them I recognized many of them. I quickly made my way across the room and momentarily forgot the serious nature of the situation. As I introduced my merc team to Mya Mao.

"Matthew Gage!" I exclaimed as I saluted, which was entirely unnecessary. "Mya, this is Viper Squad 712. The best damn fire team in Bratislav during the coup." I first motioned to a average height but well built man, Matthew Gage, the squad's leader. With brown hair, blue eyes, wide shoulders and a five o'clock shadow the man was a poster merc. Next was an ebony woman from Africa, by the name of Sanura Kaloah, with a tribal tattoo on her upper left arm, medium length hair tied in the back and sporting a SVD Sniper Rifle. The tall and pale skinned Trekian outfitted with sunglasses, mohawk and tattoo sleeves and biker pants and vest brandishing a AK-74. His name, Kaj Mans was a demolitions expert and enjoyed it quite too much. Kevin Miles was impossible to hide, a giant of six feet and five inches he was also a former biker gang member. Wearing an odd mix of civilian attire and military uniforms, he was the heavy weapons specialist of the team. And finally the crimson haired Laura Braddock. Tall for a woman at five feet and ten inches she was athletic and sported a customized military outfit for her merc assignments. And was our recon and infiltration card. After introducing all of them, I turned their attention to Mya.

"Ladies and gents, this is Mya Mao. Stonewall Security Agent and my temporary partner. The Congressman was her first assignment." Kaj then made a sarcastic remark. Sounding like a coarse whisper. "Too bad that went up in smoke....no pun intended." The way he said 'smoke' really stressed the 'K' and was thick with his Trekian accent. But then all of our attention was drawn to the front of the room, and onto a wall television that the man who brought us here turned our attention to.

"Just minutes after the attack, responsibility was claimed by a one 'American Unification Army'. The man in the video you are about to see is calling himself, 'Commander 81'. This is what aired all across the internet. As the TV turned on, a figure dressed in ragged clothes, civilian but with a USAE flag wrapped over his face like a turban or mask, and a bandoleer strapped across his chest and a machine gun across his back. He seemed to me middle aged. But any other clues were hidden.

What occurred today was no accident. Nor was it random. Consider this a declaration of war. For years we have been building, preparing and biding our time. North America is a great, vast and rich land. With potential untapped and ripe. A land of beauty and justice. But, it is unable to escape the trap that has been placed upon it. The Confederate States of America, is a wall that stands in the way between the people of North America and greatness under a united and powerful continent. And we, the American Unification Army, are the force that will tear this barrier down. And with your collapse will come a new era of peace and prosperity. The cogs are in motion. And our demands our this. For the Confederate Government to surrender their authority, and disband the Confederacy. And for each state to peacefully join the United States of America and England. Thus encouraging the rest of North America to do so. Fulfill this demand, and you will be spared the coming storm. Deny us, and your institutions, your armies, your cities, your towns, your homes and not even your families will be safe from the damnation you have sentenced them to. This is Commander 81, and you have your warning. There will not be another.

The short video ended. And with it a heavy mood set over the room, no one saying anything. Then the man who gathered us here, began to speak again. My face cringed as he did so. Not in response to him, but to the vile message we had just witnessed.

"The American Unification Army is your new mission. And each of you are now being offered a new position, with new authority. The President, Howard Ackerman, as authorized a new unit to deal with domestic and international terrorism." The man then went silent for a moment and paced a moment. Meeting each man and woman's gaze before speaking again.

"And that unit...is you. Welcome to 'Section 8'." Then the message from Commander 81 vanished and was replaced by several slides on our new organization. And the mysterious man finally introduced himself.

"My name is Mike Grayson. And I have been in the field, handling operatives and conducting intel gathering for the better part of 35 years. Under my investigations 23 spies from nations such as Treko, Sjovenia, the old GSU and even one recently from West Canador have all been discovered and silently taken care of." Then as if reading our minds he seemed to answer the question we all shared.
"Ahh, but none of you have ever heard of me. Well that is because everything I have done i have done has been black ops. All top secret missions from Confederate Intelligence Service to Special Forces Ops. But there has never been a single organization to conduct these operations under one roof. Until now." It was then that he turned the slideshow off and took a step forward.

"All of you have jobs. Some of you are Police Officers, Security Contractors, Mercenaries, Detectives and Ghost Special Forces. All of you can now work for us. But you will not be working for your current employers. Now, dont confuse this. We are not forcing you to accept the offer, however should you decline you will be sworn to secrecy. Never speaking of what you heard here or what we do. If you accept, you still will not speak of what you do and who you work for. You will all receive badges and IDs for the Confederate Intelligence Service. And will present yourselves as CIS Agents wherever you go. And you are mandated to counter foreign and domestic threats any means necessary. And all of you will report to me, and I to the President. Now, on the table ahead of you are all of your CIS badges if you accept. Simply step forward and claim the one with your photo ID on it, if you choose not to enlist, then you are free to leave after you sign a sworn statement that you will never speak of this meeting, or face the maximum prison sentence. Now who wants in?"

His voice trailed off as we processed what he said. One by one, we each stepped forward and claimed our ID. For me, this was finally a out from the mercenary life. It had treated me well, but I have a chance now to actually stop things like what happened today. In contrast to being a merc and simply protecting a target, I can now make sure they are not targeted. As I saw my fellow merc team each take theirs, even Kaj claimed his. And Sanura, and she is not even a citizen, yet. Although I imagine that will change with a few signatures now. And after five minutes, everyone had armed themselves with their fake CIS IDs.

Still, Mike waited a few moments. As if he was waiting for something. And a thought occurred to me. I then asked another question.
One that was likely on all of our minds.

"Why go through all of the trouble of making a whole new organization to fight domestic terror, when you already have the CIS and countless local law enforcement agencies?"

A sly smile cracked across the old man's face.
"Now that...is the right question. Just a few days ago, traces of radiation were found at the docks in Wilmington, North Carolina. And closer inspection by the CIS revealed uranium. Now, I am no Stephen Hawking but I, like most people can add. And I know one plus one equals two. And so, we have concluded that there is...at this moment...a nuclear bomb unaccounted for in the Confederacy. And now, with the appearance of Commander 81, we know that bomb is in his possession. And given his message, we can conclude that the bomb is somewhere in Richmond. Here. So, here is your mission. There will be two teams. Team Alpha will consists of Dillin Weeks, Mya Mao, Marcus Crown, Sanura Kaloah and Kaj Mans. And they will search for the detonator and the one wielding it. Bravo will consist of Matthew Gage, Kevin Miles, Laura Braddock, Ryan Wells and Sarah Carson. And their objective will be the bomb. Now, I dont have to tell you what happens if we fail. You are free to use most means at your disposal, but with small limits, please no making Richmond a shooting gallery. There is only so much we can hide from the public, now, you are dismissed. And you start now."

As the two reams gathered the one known as Sarah Carson approached me. And offered her hand.
"I have read the report on you Weeks. You are the only other one to suspect the AUA, of course. You had a confession to work with. I had been trying to piece them together for years. Sarah Carson of Mississippi's finest, Meridian PD." Not feeling as confidant as her, I shook her hand firmly and let her on her way. She was tall for a woman, about 5'9 and wad light brown hair that curled as it went lower to the shoulders. Wearing a white button up cotton shirt and a long jacket that hugged her shoulders with the sleeves falling limp without her arms in them. I returned my attention to my group as we departed the building, and wondered about our first move. ME and Mya had only just arrived to this city. And it was barely 3 in the afternoon. Marcus then spoke up, making himself known.

"I know some old contacts of mine. People who have their ear to the ground. People who are not exactly on the straight and narrow, living how I used to before the Corp got a hold of me. We should track them down, see if they know anything. Rumors of a rumor." The plan sounded sound. Sanura was the next to speak up in her thick east African accent. "I agree, we should see if anyone has heard anything about suspicious movement in the area. And in my experience, criminals normally know when other criminals appear." Kaj just grunted, giving his approval and so I just looked over at Mya, unsure of what she was thinking right now.

"Mya, where would you start on this? Does Stonewall Security have any contacts we can look up in Richmond?" I asked, keeping in mind she no longer works for the company any more, but still may know of some people in the area.

[Juche Republics]

Mya Mao,22 Orlando-Confederate State of Florida

The trip to the airport was a silence one,something quite unusual for chatterbox Dillin. Stepping out of the vehicle Dillin took point, leading GoF into the airport while I took up the rear.All around us dozens of other security personnel secured the way in and out. The airport was massive and a great deal of money had to have been spent to empty out a huge section of the airport so the congressman could securely make it to his plane and to keep the crowds away.Perfect camouflage for another attempt to be make to end are GoF's life.The aircraft that are GoF was using wasn't a large aircraft but a private jet so that we could keep closer tabs on the people aboard. We scanned the area,if Dillin was right, and this is not simply random violence lashing out in frustration but a much larger unknown plot.It took an hour before the bomb squads searched the aircraft inside and out before giving us the all clear to board the plane.Only myself, Dillin, the Congressman, the Pilot, Co-Pilot, the Congressman's aide, three additional security agents and a Journalist were allowed on after being thoroughly searched. Dillin and I took are seats behind the congressman,I took the aisle seat while Dillin took the window seat.All the other agents took seats flanking and in front of the congressman.

Dillin seemed extremely uneasy on the plane.He closed the his window and began to take long breaths.It seemed like he had a fear of heights but after thinking about it for a couple minutes I decided not to ask him about the subject.The trip to Richmond, international Airport was a dull and silence one.Only people who talked during the entire was the congressman,his aide,and the journalist who asked the congressman series questions mostly about the ambush.

As we landed on the tarmac the same precautions taken in the airport we had left from.As we landed, ground crews positioned a stairway against the plane, so that we could disembark. Two of the three additional security guards exited first. Searching the area, and declaring it clear so that the vehicle to drive the Congressman could approach. We would be following behind in another car, while the additional security would take point, totaling a convoy of three cars.As the all black armoured vehicles came to a slow stop Dillin climbed into the passenger's side of the black sedan.I followed moments later climbing into the drivers seat,I fired up the engine the car roared into life as we got ready to go.

Dillin gave a heavy sigh and said "Guess I was wrong, guess there was no danger at all." He then let his head fall against the seat allowing his eyes to closes for a the briefest of moment.Before I could even respond as glass shattering explosion occurred.I climbed out of the car on instinct to see what the hell was going on,only to watch he former Congressman's car burning on the tarmac.I placed my hands over my mouth as complete shock filled my body as I fell to my knees.Memories of my mother's death filled my head as a ringing sound flooded my head.We failed are mission,are GoF was dead. Dillin was furious,he was overcome with rage and stormed towards the head of security.Before I could evaluate what the hell was going on a struggle ensued between the two men. Dillin was able to come out on top and began screaming at the man.I missed the first part of the argument,unable to hear anything because of the intense ringing in my ears.After about dozen seconds passing a regained my ability to hear.Once I regained my composer I heard.

"Found this set up hidden just across from the landing area. The feed allowed whomever to killed the Congressman to do so without actually being here. I think it is safe to call off the search for now, we wont find them."

I walked over to the group of people,as I walked over Dillin threw his hands up in the air and said "We are dealing with professionals here." The second officer then declared "Look, we dont know shit yet." By the time he said that tempers receded a bit and everyone about for the next next half hour cleaning the site up. Dillin and I were taken to a building into the heart of Richmond. We were escorted by a man in his fifties,not giving us any information,only telling us that what we were about to be made apart of is classified.We were guided to a large room,with rows and rows of seats and tables everywhere.As I looked around only then did I realise that there was people staring a me everywhere.I then glanced over at Dillin who seemed to know them.he quickly made his way across the room and said in a tone just below a yelled. "Matthew Gage!",I shot him a perplexed look before continuing, "Mya, this is Viper Squad 712. The best damn fire team in Bratislav during the coup.". Dillin then motioned to a man of average height who appeared to be the squad's leader. He had short brown hair,blue eyes, with wide shoulders he was a poster boy of what a stereotypical merc would look like.Next to him was a African woman named Sanura Kaloah,with a with a tribal tattoo on her upper left arm and very long hair tied up along her back.Next to her was a tall and paled skinned Trekian named Kaj Mans,a demolitions expert who enjoyed his job way too much.Kaj looked liked he belonged to a rock band with his glasses, mohawk and tattoo sleeves and biker pants.Behind him was a extremely tall guy named Kevin Miles, he was the heavy weapons specialist of the team.Finally their was the crimsoned hair lady named Laura Braddock,quite tall for a woman at five foot ten inches she looked very athletic and sported a customised military outfit for her merc assignments.She was the squads recon and infiltration card.After Dillin finally finished introducing all of them, he then introduced me.

Ladies and gents, this is Mya Mao. Stonewall Security Agent and my temporary partner. The Congressman was her first assignment." Kaj the Trekian then made a sarcastic remark.I shot a nasty look at him before we turn are attention to the front of the room, onto the wall television the old man who brought us all together.

"Just minutes after the attack, responsibility was claimed by a one 'American Unification Army'. The man in the video you are about to see is calling himself, 'Commander 81'. This is what aired all across the internet. " As the tv turned on,a man dressed in ragged clothes,with the USAE flag wrapped over his face began to speak.After a short video ended a heavy or depressing mood set in.Then the older man standing in front of everyone began to speak.

"The American Unification Army is your new mission. And each of you are now being offered a new position, with new authority. The President, Howard Ackerman, as authorized a new unit to deal with domestic and international terrorism." He then paused for a moment,meeting everyone's glaze before continuing.

"And that unit...is you. Welcome to 'Section 8'." A sense of pride filled me as for the first in my career I was working for the CSA. Behind the man the video from Commander 81 as replaced by several slides on our new organisation.Then finally the old man introduced himself to all of us.

"My name is Mike Grayson. And I have been in the field, handling operatives and conducting intel gathering for the better part of 35 years. Under my investigations 23 spies from nations such as Treko, Sjovenia, the old GSU and even one recently from West Canador have all been discovered and silently taken care of." I took a pause and then continued "Ahh, but none of you have ever heard of me. Well that is because everything I have done i have done has been black ops. All top secret missions from Confederate Intelligence Service to Special Forces Ops. But there has never been a single organization to conduct these operations under one roof. Until now." He then turned off the slideshow and took a step forward and said.

All of you have jobs. Some of you are Police Officers, Security Contractors, Mercenaries, Detectives and Ghost Special Forces. All of you can now work for us. But you will not be working for your current employers. Now, dont confuse this. We are not forcing you to accept the offer, however should you decline you will be sworn to secrecy. Never speaking of what you heard here or what we do. If you accept, you still will not speak of what you do and who you work for. You will all receive badges and IDs for the Confederate Intelligence Service. And will present yourselves as CIS Agents wherever you go. And you are mandated to counter foreign and domestic threats any means necessary. And all of you will report to me, and I to the President. Now, on the table ahead of you are all of your CIS badges if you accept. Simply step forward and claim the one with your photo ID on it, if you choose not to enlist, then you are free to leave after you sign a sworn statement that you will never speak of this meeting, or face the maximum prison sentence. Now who wants in?"

One by one everyone in the room stepped forward and claimed our IDs.A tide wave of emotions struck me as he finished speaking.I still work for the Juche Intelligence Service and this is the big leagues not keeping tabs on a congressman from nowhereville Florida.If I was ever to get caught I would get either life in prison or capital punishment.I'm not prepared to join the Confederate Intelligence Service! I haven't received any training or intel about the CIS. For 1 very long minute I fought to keep my emotions in check.Doing my best to hide my clear uneasiness about joining the squad from Dillin and the rest of the squad.After 5 minutes everyone had received their fake CIS IDs.

Even though we were already to go, Mike waited a few moments.Then Dillin asked what we were all thinking. Why go through all of the trouble of making a whole new organisation to fight domestic terror when the CSA already has countless counter terrorism agencies?A smiled cracked across Mike's face and he replied.

"Now that...is the right question. Just a few days ago, traces of radiation were found at the docks in Wilmington, North Carolina. And closer inspection by the CIS revealed uranium. Now, I am no Stephen Hawking but I, like most people can add. And I know one plus one equals two. And so, we have concluded that there is...at this moment...a nuclear bomb unaccounted for in the Confederacy. And now, with the appearance of Commander 81, we know that bomb is in his possession. And given his message, we can conclude that the bomb is somewhere in Richmond. Here. So, here is your mission. There will be two teams. Team Alpha will consists of Dillin Weeks, Mya Mao, Marcus Crown, Sanura Kaloah and Kaj Mans. And they will search for the detonator and the one wielding it. Bravo will consist of Matthew Gage, Kevin Miles, Laura Braddock, Ryan Wells and Sarah Carson. And their objective will be the bomb. Now, I dont have to tell you what happens if we fail. You are free to use most means at your disposal, but with small limits, please no making Richmond a shooting gallery. There is only so much we can hide from the public, now, you are dismissed. And you start now."

As we gathered into two teams Sarah approached Dillin and started talking to him.I preferred to avoid engaging in a conversation,my social anxiety kicking in.As we departed the building I let my mind wonder about that the hell was are first move going be.I had only just arrived in Richmond only a few hours ago,I had no idea what are first should be.The Marcus spoke up.

"I know some old contacts of mine. People who have their ear to the ground. People who are not exactly on the straight and narrow, living how I used to before the Corp got a hold of me. We should track them down, see if they know anything. Rumors of a rumor." His plan sounded solid.Then Sanura who was next to Dillin spoke."I agree, we should see if anyone has heard anything about suspicious movement in the area. And in my experience, criminals normally know when other criminals appear." Kaj grunted in approval.Then everyone looked over at me and Dillin said.

"Mya, where would you start on this? Does Stonewall Security have any contacts we can look up in Richmond?" I thought back a couple weeks ago when I memorized Stonewall Security contacts,their was nothing.I then remembered Bo Gu,a ex-JIS agent turned low life arms dealer who attempted to sell a dirty bomb in 1995 to separatist Islamic forces in the Xinjiang. After servicing 5 years in a Juche labour camp he made a deal with the Juche government,giving the JIS the names of the senior Islamist leadership in exchange for amnesty.After his release he moved to Richmond with a new identity,under the name of Qu Qiubai,but pretty soon after he moved to CSA he returned to his criminal ways.It's a pretty safe bet that he's involved in this crisis.I quickly told my team a altered version of how I had come to know of Qu Qiubai and gave them his last known address.We all agreed that Qu was are best lead and walked over and climbed into are car and made are way Qu.

Qu Qiubai,49- Richmond-CSA

The smell of cigarette smoke and rotting food permeated his small smelly hotel. Qu laid on his couch still hungover from the night before.On his coffee table next to his couch stood three or four bottles of whiskey,a bag of weed,and powdered cocaine.Next to him on the couch was a half naked prostitute fast asleep after a hard night of parting.She was in early 20s but looked in her 30s thanks too hard living. Qu,who was wearing only underwear,got up carefully trying his best not to wake her up.Qu's had short rugged gray hair,the colour of a ashtray,his face was thin which was largely covered by unevenly grown facial hair,and scars and tattooed covered his body.Tokens to his time in the Juche labour camps.Qu had been abruptly been awoken when he heard something coming from outside. Qu walked over to his window,his walk slurred from excessive alcohol consumption and drug use.The street adjacent to the Hotel complex was deserted,all their was a black SUV parked by the lobby. "I'm just being paranoid." I said with a huge sigh of relief. As he walked over back to the couch he took a doubt take of the window.All of a sudden fear shot throughout his body. He felt completely helpless. As if a shadow was descending over him.

"Get up now!" he barked at the prostitute,who grunted in response."How the hell did they find me so quickly?" he thought to himself as he got dressed.Moments later he heard a knock at the door.A second dose of fear shot throughout his body.He glanced over at prostitute who was almost dressed,he then looked over at his AK-74 on the kitchen counter and before he could react Marcus and Dillin came storming through the door,followed by Sarah,Mya,and Kaj while Sanura remained in the SUV watching for any suspicious movement. Moments later the butt of Dillin's rifle came crashing into Qu's head,knocking him out instantly.

[The Rebel Alliances]

Dillin Weeks-21-Section '8'-Richmond, Virginia
Breaking through the door beside Marcus, with Sara, Mya and Kaj behind us and Sanura in the car outside, we quickly overran the apartment. Which made mine in Orlando look like it belonged to Mr. Clean and fanned through the house, finding only guns, drugs, cash, trash and a prostitute. The man was a complete mess, and smelled like he had not bathed in a couple days. Marcus and Kaj quickly restrained him and forced him into a seat, Mya and Sara covered the entrances and I searched through the home to find anything that had information of value. And in about five minutes, came across an order or explosives that matched what was used against the congressman. Walking back to the living room where everyone was, I presented it to Marcus, who took it and looked at the form. Then leaned in to this Qu Qiubai, starting his 'interview'. But before doing so, he nodded over to Mya to allow the prostitute to leave. Then went to his first questions but before he could start, Qu went on about who we were.

"You have no warrant! You people are no cops! Who the hell are-" Kaj swiftly shut him up with a fist to his skull. Not knocking him out, but hurting like hell. Marcus passed a glance to Kaj, who simply shrugged and grunted. "It slipped." They went back to their questioning Qu, while I looked over at Mya.

It was strange. She mentioned Stonewall Security had no contacts in Richmond, but then came up with this catch. A man so connected with the arms dealing underworld that within minutes of storming his place, we just happened to find reports and evidence that he more than likely supplied the explosives to the assassin. And if he did not know who he dealt with, he knows someone. From what I had read on Mya, she was in collage before going into Stonewall Security, not only is she new the Congressman was her first assignment. So, she had been in this business less than a week. She should know of no leads outside from what Stonewall Sec knew. As I doubt she ran into the criminal underworld much back in collage.

Putting the pieces together it formed a picture I did not want to make. She is first generation Juche, and her mother against all odds actually became an adviser to the President later in her life. The picture was just...too perfect. Then she basically hands us a former Juche arms dealer on a silver plate? I am not buying it. No matter how much I want to.

Could she actually be a spy?

No...at least...I dont think so...But, how in the hell did she know about this guy? A man who lives several states away from where she grew up and should have never even heard of in her life. I placed my revolver in my holster. And called over to Mya.

"Thats all I can find here. Lets search his car fr anything else, and let...the other interview him." I then walked out of the room and into the hallway outside. Looking around, the area was clear. No one around, as I waited for Mya to come outside to follow me. While I just wanted to get us both out of earshot of the rest of the team. So that I could give Mya a chance to explain herself. Convince me she somehow found out about the scum in the other room, as I waited outside. I kept a hand just inches away from Charlotte. When she appeared, I spoke in a low voice. Signalling I did not want anyone to hear what was about to be said.

"That was an awful lucky guess you made on Qu, Mya. Care to tell me how you came to know his name?" I said sternly, in a tone I had never used against Mya. The tone told her that I suspected her of something. Although not even I was entirely sure what yet. And I desperately hoped I was wrong about her, as in the past few days we had been working together I had believed we had gotten fairly close. And for that alone, I was giving her the chance to explain herself.

[Juche Republics]

Mya Mao,22 Section '8'-Richmond, Virginia

We came bursting through the door,Marcos and Dillin in front of me,with Sara and Kaj along side me and Sanura in the car outside.We quickly overran Qu's apartment which was disgusting and made Dillin's apartment look clean.We fanned out through the house looking for anything that could tie find to AuA but we only found guns, drugs, cash, trash and a half dressed prostitute. Qu was a mess,all his years of sex,drugs and rock and roll was getting to him,he wasn't going to stay 20 forever. Marcus and Kaj quickly restrained him and forced him into a seat, while myself and Sara covered the entrances.Dillin searched through the home to find anything that had information of value.After roughly 5 minutes of searching Dillin walked back into the living where everyone was and presented what appeared to be a order or explosives that matched what was used against the congressman.Dillin handed Marcus what he had found,Marcus looked at the form and then leaned towards Qu Qiubai and started his interview.But before he started he looked at me and nodded signally to me to allow the prostitute to leave and then when on with his arrogation.But he was interrupted again when Qu yelled.

"You have no warrant! You people are no cops! Who the hell are..." Before he could say anything else Kaj shut him up with a hard punch to the skull,almost knocking him out.Marcus then glanced over at Kaj,who responded by simply shrugging and grunted, "It slipped." After a brief pause they when back to questioning Qu.While I watched I noticed Dillin kept looking over at me.He had a concerned look on his face as if he had uncovered something extremely disconcerting.After 3 or 4 minutes Dillin,with his hand on his revolver,called me over and said.

"Thats all I can find here. Lets search his car for anything else, and let...the others interview him." I nodded in response and carefully left the apartment making sure I didn't get in anyone's way.As I entered the hallway outside Qu's apartment,Dillin was standing at the end of the hall.His hand was just inches away from his Charlotte,he said in a low voice just above a whisper,signalling that he didn't want anyone to hear what was about to be said.

"That was an awful lucky guess you made on Qu, Mya. Care to tell me how you came to know his name?" I was taken aback,he said it in a stern tone,a tone which he had never used when talking to me.It was a tone that clearly told me that he suspected me of something but what it appeared that he wasn't entirely sure what it was yet.Even so I replayed my excuse I had come up with on the way to his shitty apartment.With my mouth as dry as a desert I responded in claim tone.

"Oh Qu,I remember hearing his name when I was a little kid after he attempted to sell a dirty bomb in 1995 to separatist Islamic forces in the Xinjiang.A couple years later 2 or 3 months before my mother died I found a classified document and being 19 at the time I read it.It turned out to be a document detailing a file on Qu for some convert surveillance program which was part of a later cancelled operation to put that scum bag in the other room away for a arms trafficking charge.Anyways,on the file was the address he was using at the time.So all these years later when we were trying to think of someone who might be involved with the AuA,Qu having the history he has,after I going over the contacts Stonewall has in Richmond he was the first person who came to mind.As for getting the address right,well that's just a lucky guess." I said joking in an attempt to lighten Dillin's mood.I felt anxiety flood my body as I anxiously awaited Dillin's response.

[The Rebel Alliances]

Dillin Weeks-21-Section '8'-Richmond, Virginia
I listened intently. The story seemed...plausible. But she sowed signs hinting at deception. She did not seem to be a comfortable liar. Assuming she was. But, she did not stammer or stutter. And seemed to know what to say, but that could just mean practice. Her eyes did not dart upwards either. Like most do when seeking a lie to tell. I then thought back to when we were inducted into Section 8. She was among the last to step forward and join up. I did not think much of it at the time, in fact I hardly noticed it. But that in combination with handing us Qu. It was circumstantial. I could not prove anything, and was not even sure if I wanted to. But, If I feel like Mya will be a threat to my friends in the other room, and Richmond, then the choice becomes much easier. I the end, if I believe her, all I have is her word. And if I dont all I have is my gut.

After several moments I let my hand fall away from Charlotte.
"Well, we should finish up with Qu. Sorry for doubting you. Should have trusted you more." I said. Partially sincere but also just wanting to get her guard down a bit. It was then Sara walked out.

"We have what we need. Turns out Qu sold to someone who went by the name of 'Nitro'. Dont know who that is yet, but are working on it. The team will betaking him to Section 8, HQ. Seems like we are calling it a day."

And what a day it has been. I gave a heavy sigh, and felt my legs weaken. Mya may have been nervous about me asking about her story, but hell I was too. I let my shoulders drop a but and turned to Mya. As Marcus and Kaj escorted Qu out.

"Alright Mya, it's been a stressful day. With the Congressman dying and being pulled into this and a possible nuclear weapon on the loose. Suppose I just lost my cool." I then realized both me and Mya had just arrived in the city. And will need to find a place to stay. As much as part of me wanted to see about getting a motel together or something, partly to keep and eye on her and partly...I dont even know. I am still trying to figure 'us' out. If there even is an 'us' in any meaning of the word.

"You should see about getting a place to crash tonight. We will probably be in Richmond a while Mya. I am going to see about staying with a friend." I then left her alone there and made my way downstairs and out into the street. The sun was rapidly starting to set. I then signaled to Sanura and exited the car, and told me she had a car in a parking garage near here.

We walked two blocks down and found her car, and she explained that she had been here roughly five days. And had not even unpacked everything yet. And it was good to be next to someone I knew. And was quite close to. Sanura and I first met when she was a volunteer for the Kambanan Military as a sniper, and I was sent there to learn the trade in the jungles of her home country by my PMC. She served as a my instructor. Then, after an incident, with her own army she left the country and followed me in Vipers Private Military Company, and we served together in the Bratislav Coup.

But before we ever met, Sanura was a rebel fighter for Kambanan Independence. She grew up in a part of the world where it was better to have a AK-47 than a textbook. But from our communications she had adjusted well. She had a actual home in Savannah. And I sold my house in Louisiana after Vushannah left me, ever since then I have been living in motels wherever my current job was.

I then caught a look at Sanura in her outfit, and memories of our time together in the Jungles of Kambana and city streets of Corme, Bratislav came rushing back. She had a beautiful ebony skin tone and athletic look about her. And there were moments, when I was engaged and a thousand miles away when I wanted to, and she wanted to. But we never did.

When we arrived at her apartment. I saw she was making use of her new income. Cant say I blamer her, growing up without running water, can have an effect on things. The walls had a greyish wallpaper and a nice couch in the living room with a flat screen. Before I could take a tour around the house, she grabbed me by the hand and led me to what was discovered to be the bedroom. I had called her a couple days ago when Vushannah had broken things off, just to talk. But now, she turned and used a hand to motion mentioning.

"The best room in the apartment, has a nice view too." And I, feeling quite warm and not concerning myself with what is going on outside the walls right now. Simply remarked, "Well, I guess I will have to see." We shared several kisses while undoing the outer layers of our clothing. And I helped to position her onto her King sized bed, with black comforters, silk sheets and white pillows. And forgot about everything else as we turned the lamps off.

[Juche Republics]

Mya Mao,22 Section '8'-Richmond, Virginia

I eagerly awaited Dillin's response and how he was going to react. Anxiety flood my body as the longest seconds of my life ticked away.After several moments Dillin's hand gently fell off his Charlotte and said.

"Well, we should finish up with Qu. Sorry for doubting you. Should have trusted you more." he said with some sincerity in his voice.Then Sara came walking out with a small smile on her face and said "We have what we need. Turns out Qu sold to someone who went by the name of 'Nitro'. Dont know who that is yet, but are working on it. The team will betaking him to Section 8, HQ. Seems like we are calling it a day."

I gave a huge sigh of relief,partly because we were calling it day and my legs felt like jello and because I had almost been caught for being a spy.I then took a deep breath and collected myself.As I Marcus and Kaj escorted Qu out while Dillin turned to look at me and said

"Alright Mya, it's been a stressful day. With the Congressman dying and being pulled into this and a possible nuclear weapon on the loose. Suppose I just lost my cool."

"It okay,shit happens." I said softly.Only then did it hit me,I had nowhere to stay.Before I could say anything Dillin said "You should see about getting a place to crash tonight. We will probably be in Richmond a while Mya. I am going to see about staying with a friend."

"Okay,I'll probably just stay at a motel." After a brief moment of silence Dillin said "You should see about getting a place to crash tonight. We will probably be in Richmond a while Mya. I am going to see about staying with a friend." before making his way downstairs.After Dillin left I when over to Sarah and asked her if she could drop me off and pick me up from a motel and she agreed.After about 1 hour I had collected my things and Sarah had dropped me off at a motel for the night.After thanking her and paying for the motel room for a day I received my keys and entered my room.The room wasn't dirty like I was expecting,the room was plain,and had a weird smell to it.Once I entered the room and got settled I thoroughly searched the room for any microphones or cameras.I spent 30 minutes searching that room top to bottom and I found nothing.I entered the bathroom and turned on the shower and pulled out my second mobile from my bag.The mobile phone had only one number on it,it appeared to be my father's number.I then texted the number,the text read.

Alpha,Beta,Charlie,1-7-5-4.

I then waited for a reply for the next 30 seconds until the phone rang.I picked it up immediately and a older man that sounded like my father said "Please confirm identity."

"Agent Mao,serial number 450,southern division,CSA."

Several long seconds past before the old man responded.

"Identity confirmed.Please wait a minute as I patch you through to your handier."

Another couple seconds past until she heard a familiar voice,Li Shikai. "Is everything okay?" he said using a much more serious tone that he did the last time they spoke.

A sudden malevolence over came Mya,like a supernatural being had taken her body over.She became less naive and inexperienced and instead became more serious and malevolent.

"I've successfully infiltrated Confederate Intelligence Service,no one has a clue who I truly work for." I said with a malice smile on my face.

"Excellence." Li said with some joy in his voice.

"That scumbag Qu Qiubai is in Section '8' custody and the "evidence" tying him to AuA has also been activated everything is going as planned.Section 8 will be going on a wild goose chase and when they finally realize that their on it,it will be too late.Are mission will be successful,I will make sure of it."

"Commander 81 and the senior AuA leadership will be pleased,the final preparations are almost complete.Soon the CSA and the Juche Republics will suffer for their imperialism.With the Juche and yankees gone,Iverik Socialism will thrive in the new world order that we are creating."

Li then abruptly hung up the phone.I smiled at the thought of the Juche and the Confederacy collapsing.I placed the secret second phone but in a hidden compartment in my suitcase and when about my evening ritual.Once I had completed my evening ritual,I collapsed on my bed and gently allowed my head to fall into my pillow and closed my eyes.I when through the days events as I turned off my lamp.Soon years of planning will come to it's abrupt conclusion.

[The Rebel Alliances]

Dillin Weeks-21-Section '8'-Richmond, Virginia
I had woke up not feeling as rested as I would have expected. Due to certain activities keeping me up late. I looked over at Sanura, who was still asleep and on her side. And I sighed heavily, promptly sliding myself out of bed and into her bathroom. I was even more confused now then I was last night. Was last night real? Or just two highly stressed soldiers venting? And it was not until I had left the restroom, and began to cloth myself. That I realized that last night was my first...marathon, so to speak. As before when I was engaged I had determined to wait until marriage, and before that just never found anyone of interest. I was not as upset about it as I thought I would be, as I take my faith quite seriously, but I guessed that was just the thought that there were other more important issues to deal with. I finished putting on my uniform, to make it appear as if I worked for the CIS. Typical cloak and dagger stuff, but under the cloak Section 8, carries a shotgun.

I then discovered her kitchen and noticed the clock on the wall. Six in the morning. I could not remember the last time I checked in. So, to take my mind off of things I introduced myself to her cooking tools. And promptly began to make a breakfast of omelets, grits and toast. One of the benefits of a minimum wage job was that I know how to cook now. Sanura yawned as she walked in half dressed. Greeted me and asked when we were leaving.

"Have to be there by seven. We will leave in about half an hour." She nodded, and then began to pour herself some cereal. My eyes shifted in surprise as I tried to get her to notice the food I made.

"Really? I made breakfast." I remarked surprised. She just looked up wearily and sputtered. "What? I want corn flakes. With sugar..." I gave a defeated laugh and just poured me a coffee, mixed it with cream and sugar, and then sat down with some of the food I made.

As we ate sitting opposite from each other, I then put a serious look on my face.
"Sanura...what is this?" She seemed confused. "I believe you call it breakfast..." I shook my head. "Not what I meant Sanura." She then put the spoon into her bowl. "You mean what are we, am I right?" I leaned back and crossed my arms. "Exactly." She then pushed her bowl of corn flakes to the center table. "Even when you were with Vushannah, we had something. We both know it. But your commitment to her prevented you from acting on it, and me pressuring you to. But now, I just thought that with us back together, that we can have our chance at things. So if you are asking that if it was just blowing off steam, no it was not. At least for me it was not." I finished my first cup of coffee and poured another.

"Good to know, as long as what is going on here does not affect what happens out there. Then we should be fine." It was then Sanura got that look in her eyes, as if she was not done with me. And not in the good way. I shrugged, honestly clueless to what I did or did not do.

"What?" She then leaned closer over the table.

"What about you and Mya?" The beautiful African woman questioned. "I saw the way you looked at her in the apartment and when we were drafted into this. You feel something for her." I did not want to admit it, but Sanura was right. I did feel something for my partner. But problem is, I dont know what that something is, or even if she feels anything in return.

Then Sanura stood up. Dressed in only a under top, some underwear and socks. "I need to get dressed. I care for you Dillin. Always have, and because I do I am going to put what we have here on pause. To give you time to straighten yourself out. And find out what, and who you want. We should probably go to work separately regardless, just to make sure the rest of the team does not imagine too many assumptions about us.

She was right, as usual. I got up to leave and the phone rang, answering it. It was the director of Section 8, he told me that he was calling everyone and telling us to meet at a warehouse downtown. Evidence suggest that the bomber, or at least the material is in the warehouse.

"Affirmative. On my way." I said as I left the apartment in a rush, only to realize that I had no car to get there. And almost shamefully took a bus to the target warehouse.

An Hour Later
I arrived and was the last one to do so, as I took public transport. And tried to hide the fact I was nearly late to the assignment. Namely by pretending I was not. There were three vans outside the warehouse, and both Section 8 teams were here. Seems this must be a big lead. Everyone was arming themselves with automatic weapons, body armor and riot grenades and flash bangs. But were all instructed to watch your aim inside, as intel said the place was loaded with explosives and explosive materials. I then saw Mya. And for the first time in a light I did not before. Instead of as a partner. I began to see her as...more...just more. And still not sure what kind of 'more' I was even thinking about.

Friend? Close friend? Sister I never had? Love?

I then attempted to force the questions from my head. I was distracted, and was thinking like a High School Senior, trying to pick a date to prom. I realized that I would not be able to focus until I cleared this little triangle up between myself and Mya and Sanura. So I paced over to Mya, and leaned in next to her, whispering so only she could hear.

"After we finish this warehouse take down. We should talk. Alone. I want to clear some things up." Then, realizing how that sounded, considering the last day. I added. "Dont worry, I will leave 'Charlotte' at home." I said with a small laugh, trying to avoid making her nervous. I then straightened up and spoke a little louder.

"OK, so lets get this done and go home." I said as I walked over and began to listen to the entry plan. Gage was detailing it over for us.

"OK, so we will be in three teams. Myself, Kaj, Laura and Ryan will be the main entry force. We will go in, from both ground entrances and secure the building. Dillin, Kevin and Marcus will be the reserves. Coming in to reinforce the main group should we run into trouble. Then we have Sanura, Mya and Sarah. Who will be positioned on these three roof tops, here, here and here. To seal off the area and male a perimeter. Their mission is two fold. Make sure no one inside the warehouse that is not Section 8 escapes. And to make sure no one comes running to the rescue of any poor bastards inside. For this purpose, the three of you will be equipped with snipers. Also, teams one and two, keep sharp for booby traps and explosives. This 'Nitro' or whoever he is seems to like them. And be ready for anything. Any questions?"

There were none.

"Good, lets move out."

I then paired up with Kevin and Marcus. As we took our positions behind the main entry team. And the snipers well behind us. Having no idea what to expect from here on out.

[Juche Republics]

Undisclosed Location Juche Republics

Zi's fist came crashing into this traitorous rats stomach.The aroma of blood and sweat saturated the room.Behind Zi sat a high ranking Juche Intelligence Service Chief,his face and most of his body was hidden by a cover of darkness as another hard blow to the stomach came raining down on the traitor."Tell me who is the head mole in the Juche CSA southern division.!" All the man did was gurgle up some blood in response. Zi looked over to the JIS Chief who gave him a look that told Zi to leave the room.Zi then preceded to leave the room,as he did the JIS Chief known as the Reaper stood up and walked towards the traitor.Fear shot thorough the man's body as the reaper's cover of darkness was lifted as he got closer and closer until the blanket of darkness was lifted and the reaper's face could be seen.The reaper's face was covered in scars while his hands were covered by black leather gloves with dried blood on the knuckles.Adrenaline coursed through the man's veins as the reaper said.

"Who are the moles in the Juche southern CSA division? If you fuck me around your pathetic little life will enter a world of pain and suffering that will never end.If you think the past few days were hell imagine what the next few weeks will be like." the reaper said getting pleasure from the thought of it.

The man looked down at the floor in shame and mumbled something."What the hell was that!" the reaper yelled at him.The man opened mouth to reveal lots of missing teeth and blood.He took a deep breath and told the reaper everything he knew.Tears came flooding from his eyes as the thought of rating out his comrades killed him.But in the end better them than him.

Li Zhao,52 Beijing-Juche Republics

Zhao sat in his seat reviewing a report on a recent increase of Islamist terrorist attacks in western Juche Republics.Zhao office was perfectly neat and tidy.Many would say obsessively clean,yet it's obsessive personally allowed for him to become the head of the Juche Intelligence Service.Everything on his desk was neatly but in it's place,not one thing was out of place,not even the files he was reading.Zhao's secret war he had been waging against Iverik spies which had infiltrated the JIS was nearly over.After almost 8 years and millions of Won spent,nearly 100 iverik spies spread across the world had been caught or killed.The last remaining Iverik spies within the JIS were in the CSA southern cell.Their effect they were having was becoming catastrophic.13 Juche agents in the CSA had disappeared or at been killed since the beginning of 2014.Only 15 agents remained active in the CSA,a number that was shrinking weekly.

Zhao was about to finish reading the files before calling it a day.As he was about to put the files neatly away his phone rang and he received a email simultaneously."What the hell?" Zhao thought to himself as he picked up the phone. "This is reaper,I've found out who the moles are in the CSA. I've sent you their personal files just now."

"Excellence.I'm looking at them now." Zhao said as he clicked on the email to open it.Once Zhao opened the email,it reveled the personal files of Li Shikai,Mao Yun-suan and Mya Mao.After briefly glancing over their files he said "Right I've briefly looked over the email you sent me.Could you tell me who the hell are these people?"

"The first man you see on the email is Li Shikai.Li started his career in the Juche Ground Forces and saw combat during the Juche-Soviet border conflict and received the Defender of People 1st class for outstanding bravery during the war.Following being discharged 5 years later he was recruited into joining the Juche Intelligence Service and was deployed to Lanos during Juche border incursions into the region to destroy Anti-Communist militants .While he was there on a intelligence gather operation he witnessed the carpet bombing and slaughter of a small village 11 clicks from the border.According to are sources he began to see the Juche Republics as a Social Imperialist state in the far east and began to search for a truly "Ant-imperialist" champion of the world.He found that champion when he was redeployed to the Iverik Empire as a member of the Juche foreign minister protection detail.During his time their he began to think of the Iverik Empire as a real worker's paradise and his belief that the Juche Republics is a fascist imperialist state was,in his mind,confirmed.Over the next few years Li was recruited to spy in the Juche and later the CSA.Li rose through the Iverik ranks to become the leader of the Iverik spy cell in the Juche CSA cell.According to the man I've been arrogating,Li has been invaluable to the Iverik and to AuA.He's reportedly assisted AuA with money laundering,smuggling arms to the CSA,assisted in buying or stealing the part needed to build a nuclear weapon as well as raising funds via fund raising or making money via the black market.Li is the heart and soul of the Iverik spy cell in the JIS and without him the whole cell would most likely collapse.Li's fanaticalism towards Iverik Socialism and his unyielding hatred towards the Juche Republics and the CSA makes Li are number one priority in crushing these terrorists scum."

"What about this Mao Yun-saun character?What is he all about? Zhao said not taking his eyes off Yun-suan's personal file on Zhao's computer.

"Yun-suan has been a good agent up until recently.According to my source he was turned against the Juche republics by his brother who managed to persuade Yun-saun and his daughter that their mother was a victim of a assassination staged by the CIS and JIS in a joint operation after she was alleged found out to be a Iverik spy."

"Did we kill his wife?"

"Of course not,she was are best asset in the CSA at the time of her death.Her untimely death was a huge blow to are intelligence gathering operation in the CSA.The whole thing is a load of bullshit made up to recruit Yun-suan and Mya into the Iverik spy ring in the JIS."

"So it was just a accident?"

"Correct. So anyways back to Yun-suan.So as Yun-suan's health began to collapse he accepted his brother's offer to work for the Iverik scum in exchange for his medicine bills being paid for him. Reportedly he leaves for Sedikal every other week to meet his iverik handier to exchange money for information.Because of that scum at least dozens agents have been killed or gone missing.With your authorisation I can have a black ops team pick Yun-suan up at the hotel he has been staying at for the past several days?"

"Of course,once this debriefing is over I'll grant you all the authorisation you'll need to bring these traitorous scum to justice.Now tell me about..." Zhao froze for a moment once he saw Mya.A pretty young woman who had her entire life ahead of her or so she thought.But instead of living a fullfilling life she threw it all away for a hellish ideology that transforms nations into totalitarian hellholes.Mya reminded him of his eldest daughter who was around the same age when she threw away everything for something hellish,Drugs.

"Sir is everything okay?" the reaper said with deep concern in his voice.

"Yep,everything is a okay." Zhao replied lazily "So anyway time me about Mya,what's her story?"

"Mya is Yun-suan's only child.Born in the Juche Republics,she moved to the CSA as a baby only a few days old.After her and her parents became naturalized citizens she began training her,she was home schooled and had only the best tutors in the Juche Republics.She received training in multiple forms of Martial arts as well as fire arms training.During her lessons with her uncle,Li secretly taught Mya,behind her parent's back,to hate the Juche Republics and the CSA. According to are source Li took Mya under his wing reportedly grooming her to become his successor.However Mya refused her uncle's offer to join but agreed to not to tell her parent about Li's agenda.She saw no reason to hate the Juche Republics or the CSA which infuriated her uncle until her mother's death.

After Mya's mother's sudden death,Mya mental state deteriorated rapidly in the subsequent days that followed.Li saw his chance to turn both Mya and her father and over the next few weeks that followed Li began to manipulate Mya and her father into believing that it was the CIS and JIS who were responsible for Mao Fumei death and surely enough,Mya who was looking for someone to blame,fell for it.Over the next two,three years Mya began her "training",which is nothing more than brainwashing for new recruits.Once she had been fully assimilated into the Iverik mind set she was ordered to take a job at stonewall to monitor the congressman,who was later killed,as well as prove her loyalty to the iverik cause."

"Has she proven her loyalty to the iverik spies?"

"She has gone over and above what she was originally trained for."

"Any chance we can turn her against Li or the iverik?"

"Probably not.She has been brainwashed for most of her life by her uncle.It's extremely unlikely was can turn her Zhao."

"Well then,I give you full authorization to use any force necessary to bring Li and Mya to justice.Team 6 will be under your control during the duration of Operation Roach."

"Thank sir,I will not disappoint you."

"As I expect.Is that everything?"

"Yes."

Zhao then hung up the phone and returned to hi normal night time routine.As he did Reaper made a call to Team 6 informing them of the situation.

Above Richmond
The Juche Air Force had never been used in battle outside Asia with manned pilot. They had undergone bullshit training after bullshit training with the promise of one day takeover of occupied Korea. But instead the pilots of the former fighter bomber turned "civilian" aircraft spend their time flying from country to country dropping off Black Op teams from place to place.

As the aircraft began their descent.Team 6 consisted of a Lieutenant,a Sergeant,a Medical Officer,and nine regulars troopers of varying background that were available at any one time. Lieutenant Dong stood tall and proud before his troopers as they advanced ever closer towards their targets in Richmond.The men all had their gas masks positioned peculiarly above their foreheads, some were loading rounds into their magazines while others stared longingly at pictures of their loved ones. The low buzzing of the propellers outside were the only noises one could hear while sitting in the eerie glow of that dark red light.

Lieutenant Dong started to hand out Mya's and Li personal files which had everything they needed to know about them to his troopers.As he did he said "Right Comrades,are targets are Mya Mao and Li Shikai. The files I'm giving you has everything you need to know about these two Iverik cockroaches..." Before Dong could finish Sergeant Fu Chen said

"It doesn't have everything we needed to know.It doesn't say how hot Mya is." Sergeant Fu said jokingly.Fu was a a tall,lean man with a long scar on his face that ran just above the ridge of his eye socket to the base of his jawbone.A souvenir from hand-to-hand combat against a Islamist militant several years back.Fu was the most battle hardened of the group of men,fighting in numerous shadow conflicts abroad and at home.

All the men laughed at Fu's joke except for Dong how stared at Fu,irritated that Fu interrupted him.Everyone on the plane looked at Dong with cold, dead eyes as if the ghost of the people they killed haunted their every waking moment.Perplexed why Dong wasn't laughing; they were all in their early 20's and each one of them served in the 2013 Soviet-Juche border clashes- they were no longer impressionable teenagers who enlisted out of a sense of patriotism,but rather soulless killing machines who could never re-adapt to civilian life.After a few silent,awkward moments passed Dong continued on with his briefing.

"This Mya Mao is working for a CIS black ops of some sort and she is the only person we know of that has constant contact with Li so finding her first will be are first objective.We have a asset on the ground as we speaking looking for her right now.We can expect to learn of her location in the next few hours." Dong said before being interrupted by the intercom which told them to take their seats as the plane was about to land.Dong was a tough no-nonsense sort of non-commissioned officer that was ideal for this assignment.He like Fu was a veteran of the numerous shadow conflicts that the Juche Republics had fought over the years.Lieutenant Dong was a matter-of-fact about his work;he had witnessed too many comrades fall in the line of duty over the years to take it personally any more.To him people die in this line of work which is dirty,dangerous,and thankless.

As the plane landed Dong watched over his troopers like a benevolent god,nine regular troopers and a Medical offer rounded out the rest of the force sent to Richmond. Among them their was Bo Chan,Lin Cheung,He Chan,and Jiang Wu all fresh out of boot camp and cocksure of themselfs.For them,this could be their first taste of combat in the Juche Republics shadow wars and each and everyone of them were excited about the opportunity. Rong Kuang and Yong Yu were the only women with the group.Kuang was fresh out of boot camp and just as high spirited about what would laid ahead.Yu however was a veteran with more years in service than everybody else in the group.After this mission she was hoping for a permanent desk assignment to coast to retirement.

Jia Du was the eldest of the group at 41,he was all aware of the risks involved in this mission,especially if Mya's working with the CIS.He was scared,but refused to show it.Instead,he tried to project a tough-guy,been-there-done-that persona. Cheng Zhang was stuck in the middle of his career with little to show for it.He craved any action that might happen purely for the promotional potential. A brave act under-fire could be his ticket to a nice desk job free from danger.Bo Ruan was the only person in the group who didn't want to be their.He joined the Juche military to impress his father a senior party member. After spending sometime in the reserves he got his father to pull some strings and get him into Team 6.This mission would finally convince his disapproving father of his loyalty and character but he was already having second thoughts.

Finally their was Kun,the Medical Officer who had spend much of his time in the armed forces working in the middle of a battle or working in a primitive combat hospital.If things when south he would have his work cut out for him.A flurry of uncertainly flooded their thoughts as the plane landed in a small airfield several miles away from Richmond.Each of them wondering what awaited them in Richmond.

[The Rebel Alliances]

Dillin Weeks-21-Section '8'-Richmond, Virginia
Mya did not respond, she was likely thinking about something else, and was focused on the task at hand. She can be quite no nonsense. In contrast to my more relaxed composure. I got into position behind Marcus and Kevin behind me. I was brandishing an Ar-15. My favored assault rifle from my time in Corme. Then the breach, Matthew broke in followed swiftly by Kaj, Laura and Ryan. I could see inside, and from my angle, it appeared there was nothing n the warehouse at all. No hostiles...no boxes...crates or even trash on the floor. Completely cleaned. Even so , the entry team made their way into the upper levels and cat walk. Checking the offices, while myself Marcus and Kevin moved in to secure the ground floor, and within minutes, it was official. There was nothing here. And the lead went up in smoke. Pacing back outside I could not hide the disappointment. Matthew reported the find back to command, and we were told to take a couple hours while central looks up new leads for us.

It did not make any sense, we find a lead, and it goes to nothing. And with a nuclear weapon on the loose, we cannot afford a couple hours to stand aside. And one by one, the team began to pack up and move out. Most were likely heading back to central. And I began to think about what I was wanting to talk to Mya about, and I guessed it was the best time to bring it up. Picking myself up I made my way over to her, and began to search for the words. I am not good at this, and as I tried to speak with her it was getting a little awkward. Realizing that we were both far enough away so for only us to be involved in the conversation, I just began to speak my mind. Ignoring the possibility of looking idiotic and unprofessional, as I was on my way there anyways. And I felt like we needed, or at least I needed to address 'us' in order to focus on the mission at hand. As Sanura had already left.

"Mya, what I wanted to discuss with you..." I then removed Charlotte from my holster and set it down on a crate next to me. Remembering what I said earlier, about leaving it at home. "In the past week, I think we have gotten pretty close." I sighed, silently frustrated with myself. "I just want to know how...close...we have gotten. We have been through a lot in a short time. We have been in a gunfight, watched each other in breaches and witnessed a senator die in front of us. But...." I placed my hand on my hips in defeat, and began to dart my eyes around, avoiding her gaze. "I care for you Mya...." I finally said out loud. I then began to use my hands to illustrate my words. "I know I feel something for you and I need to know if you feel anything in return. Even with as much as we are up against right now, terrorism, nuclear bombs and criminals, I cant focus on any of that until we work out exactly where we stand. So...I am asking you Mya, is there an us?" I was done...finished. And I finally said it...sorta. My hand slid into my breast pocket and found my old engagement ring. I have not wore it, since the break up. But, last night in the mail. I received the ring that Vushannah wore. She sent the ring I got for her back to me. And I keep the two rings together.

Then, as quickly as I held it, I slid it back into my pocket with the other ring. I know that Mya is beautiful...intelligent...motivated...talented....special and more. But, I feel like the reason I cant fully understand my feelings for her, is because I do not understand her. There are times when I feel like she holds back. Like she hides herself with a mask...a front....a brilliant act. And if I dont see that pat of her. I wont know If I actually....love her or not.

It was then that a flash forced it's way back into my head and I remembered something vital. In the many papers and reports in that arms dealers home, there was another location mentioned. More subtle but still there. A factory. There is a abandoned factory outside the city. About an hour from here. Far enough out to hide a lot of smuggled weapons or bombs. Forgetting the current conversation with Mya, I rearmed myself with Charlotte and my AR-15. And searched around. Finding that Marcus, Laura and Kevin were still here, everyone else had already left. Calling them over, I began to tell Mya and the others about the factory, and while the rest of the team was looking out for other leads, it was worth us taking the last van and checking it out.

And with that, the five of us embarked into the vehicle while I drove. Mya sat in the shotgun position, while the other three rode in the back of the van. The ride there was mostly silent, as I did not want to discuss me and Mya with three sets of ears in the back. And so I simply pretended like I did not involve myself in a awkward situation just before forcing myself into silence. Driving us more than 3 dozen miles outside the city, I finally reached the factory. It was obviously closed for a long time now. It had large tanks with catwalks on the top of the factory and several large structures on the ground with various heavy equipment inside. And if everything was normal, that is all that would be inside.

Opening the door and jumping out of the van I paced ahead of our team of five, eager to find something of use to get my mind off of Mya, at least until we could be alone again. With Kevin and Marcus breaking the gate open, we entered, and began to spread out. I scanned the area and I felt...uneasy. Scoping out the many windows and catwalks I could not shake a certain feeling.

Moving my eyes back and forth across the heights of the factory, and going even deeper into the complex. It was only mid afternoon, about 2 PM or 1400. Still plenty of daylight left. But then something caught my eye. A flash of light. A tiny glint. Knowing what that would signify in this situation I called out the warning.

"Contact, above three O'Clock!"

But it was too late, Kevin took a hit. Promptly collapsing in the open, while the rest of the squad divided up and ran for cover. Dashing over to him, I slid next to him and tried to pick him up, but he was too large for me. Then finding his wound, I applied pressure as gunfire erupted around me. Bullets striking around me. As the team attempted to provide cover fire for me. I knew that I was in the shooting gallery, and any moment, me trying to get Kevin out of danger meant that I could end up dead as well. But, my medic training kicked in and while I was trying to stop his bleeding, I was struck in my back.

Knocking me down, I grunted in pain. But, then realized that my pack absorbed the damage, and I was fine, apart from some shock. But passing a glance to Kevin on my left, the last burst of fire had struck him three more times. I closed my eyes as his blood soaked into the gravel, knowing he was dead. I clutched my AR and found Mya, throwing myself up and running at her to take cover and get out of the open, I left my pack beside Kevin to make me lighter, literally running for my life so another bullet does not strike me. And my continued existence depending on the covering fire I got from my team.

[Juche Republics]

Mya Mao,22 Section '8'-Richmond, Virginia

I blocked out the world thinking heavily about the task in hand, mainly delaying Section 8 as long as possible until the nuclear bomb goes off. I got in position on the roof which I had been stationed to. I kept my eye open, looking for any suspicious moment as Dillin, Marcus and Kevin moved in to secure the ground floor .While I did this I fought down second thoughts about my involvement with the AuA. In these thoughts was the idea of confessing to Dillin and telling him everything I know and formally defecting. This internal battle was waged for several long and painful minutes until myself, Sanura and Sarah were given the go ahead to get down and assist the main assault force to search for anything of note .After a couple more minutes we came up with nothing. No one could hide their disappointment except for myself who was secretly happy that more time had been wasted. Even so I forced myself to appear disappointed. Matthew then reported the find back to command, and we were told to take a couple hours while central looks up new leads for us.

All then began to pack up and move out,probably heading back to central command. Dillin was packing up and butting are equipment in the car at the front of are convoy while I was packing up and butting are equipment in the car that was at the end of the convoy. Every 10 seconds or so I would glance over at Dillin feeling guilty about my involvement and that recurring thought filled my head before dissipating way once I removed my glaze from Dillin. Dillin appeared to be deep in thought and looked as if he was talking to himself. I tried to drown out the background but it didn't work. Undaunted I continued to try and make out what Dillin was saying until finally I made out. "So...I am asking you Mya, is there an us?"

I felt a torrent of anxiety as I contemplated what I should do or how I should response. Do I even like Dillin in a romantic way? How would a relationship with Dillin effect my mission or compromise completely. I decided to put what I had heard behind me as Dillin called everyone over to him and told us about the factory. We split up into two teams, one went put looking for other leads while Dillinn, Marcus, Laura, Kevin and myself checked out the factory. The drive to the factory was a quite one, everyone laser focused on the mission ahead. During the drive I thought about what I heard Dillin say and what it could mean until we arrived at the factory.

As we pulled up i noticed it was old and run down, if Dillin was wrong it should have large tanks with catwalks on the top of the factory and several large structures on the ground with various heavy equipment inside. Dillin paced ahead of everyone, eagerly wanting to find something of note. With Kevin and Marcus breaking the gate open, we entered, and began to spread out looking for anything useful.

I kept my eyes peeled for any movement in the background as we scoped out the factory .A dead silence settled over factory as we moved deeper and deeper into the heart of the building. This dead silence was brought to a abrupt end when Dillin yelled out.

"Contact, above three O'Clock!"

Seconds later a single gun shot was heard before Kevin collapsed in the wide open after being hit. The rest of us divided up and ran for cover. Immediately Dillin slid next to him and attempted to pick him up before applying pressure to his wound. While the squad provided cover fire I took a moment to try a lower my heart rate to make shooting between heart beats easier. Following a couple seconds I reappeared and aimed my sniper rifle at the window which the enemy gunfire was coming from. As I slid my eyes back and forth looking for the snipers shadow. Suddenly a second burst of gunfire came raining down on Dillin and Kevin, two bullets struck Kevin killing him, while one bullet hit Dillin as he attempted to save Kevin's life. A sudden shot of fear spiraled through my body as the sudden thought of Dillin dying became a thought to great to bare. But once Dillin grabbed his AR and made a dash to my position I to a sigh of relief at the sight of Dillin still being alive.

I turned my attention to the sniper who had shot and killed Kevin, patiently waiting for him to expose his position when he fired and when he finally did a swift squeeze of the trigger and the sniper was dead. While I did that Dillin made it to my position in one piece. Upon his arrival I asked "Are you alright?"

Dillin nodded in response, focused on the task at hand. As bullets flew all over the place, we heard Marcus yell over the radio.

"Mya and Dillin try to draw their fire so Laura and I can flank around the guys positioned on the catwalk..."

Before he finished speaking I crouched down, almost to the point of sitting,and began searching through my pack looking for the smoke grenades that I had packed. Once I found them the grenades I turned to Dillin and informed him of my plan who, once I finished telling him, Dillin told Marcos and Laura. Once they had be informed I counted to three in my head until I yelled "NOW!" Immediately after I said that I threw smoke grenades in the direction of where the gunmen were positioned. As soon as I threw the grenades the gunmen diverted their fire away from Marcus and Laura, allowing them to make their move on the gunmen's position. Once several more seconds had past I threw a second round of smoke grenades, this time near a piece of hard cover to make it appear that we were making a move or trying to change position.

Blinded by their desire to kill Dillin and myself, Marcus and Laura were able to flank around them unnoticed and killed them all before they could react. But are small victory was cut short when two armed assailants, one male one female, suddenly appeared on are flank. Immediately after Marcus and Laura killed their comrades they readjusted their aim and fired, causing them to collapse to the ground. Before I could react Dillin instinctively pulled out his beloved Charlotte from his holster and fired three shots at the two assailants. Two of the bullets came flying at the female assailant, hitting her once in her left shoulder and once in her head, killing her instantly .The male assailant was only slightly luckier than his female comrade as the bullet struck him the chest narrowing missing his heart by a few millimeters before collapsing to the floor .In the background the hum from helicopter blades got louder and louder as reinforcements were about to arrive for Dillin and I .Recognizing this as well, the man whom Dillin had just shot yelled at the top of his lungs in Chinese.

"Withdraw, withdraw! More are coming!" he said as he attempted to flee the factory. All of a sudden the gunfire, which had pinned Dillin and I down for much of the fire fight, ceased and a chaotic withdraw ensued. Once I finished translating for Dillin what the wounded man said Dillin told me that going to check on Marcus and Laura. I then informed him that I was going to hunt down the man that Dillin had just shot. Having come up with a plan and knowing that the rest of are squad would be here any minute we split up to accomplish are tasks.

Crouching low to the ground Dillin and I when are separate ways. Paranoid that what I heard him say was a ploy to draw Dillin and I out, I moved cautiously moving from piece of hard cover to piece of hard cover until I finally reached it. I was greeted the body to the dead female assailant laying in a pool of blood and laying only a few yards away from the body was the wounded assailant on the brink of death. Looking around for any signs of a trap, I slowly moved towards the dying man until I reached him. I looked around one last time making sure that Dillin wasn't around and said in a tone just below a whisper.

"Who the hell do you work for!"

He turned to look at me using all his strength that he had left. His eyes had barely any life within them, he was looking down at the endless pit that was death and replied "You...must be Mya Mao, the traitorous whore whom I'm supposed to bring in for questioning!"

Brushing his childish insult aside I proceed to cover him mouth and stab my finger deep into his wound. He desperately tried to yell out but his yell was drowned out by a furious fire fight outside. Realizing the it was hopeless he stopped yelling and signaled that he was willing to talk. Once I had removed my hand from his mouth he said.

"I'm Private He Chan of Team 6 Juche Black Ops,Juche Intelligence Service. We were sent here to capture you so we can question you for information about your uncle Li Shi..." Before he could finished he was dead. I stood up and stared at him, getting a psychopathic pleasure from looking at his lifeless body.I then turned away from him and when to look for Dillin, as I did the rest of are squad came bursting through the factory door.

Lieutenant Dong
Lieutenant Dong was furious at the Juche High Command for sending noobs to do a professionals job. The entire team he had sent to the factory had been entirely wiped out and it was all because the Juche High Command ordered him to divide the team in half to "cover more ground." If the normal 12 men team had been sent Mya would be in questioning and his team would be celebrating. But instead they were mourning the deaths of sevens comrades, Bo Chan, Lin Cheung, He Chan, Rong Kuang, Cheng Zhang ,Jia Du and Sergeant Fu Chen. Dong stared as his semi automatic rifle as he thought of a plan which should rectify the current situation. He looked over at Jiang Wu the youngest member of the surviving squad and said.

"Inform Juche High Command of the results of the ambush at the factory and request more information about this "Section 8."

Wu nodded in response and left Dong alone to carrying out his order. Dong leaned back in his armchair and vowed to himself that he would revenge his fallen comrades or die trying.

[The Rebel Alliances]

Dillin Weeks-21-Section '8'-Richmond, Virginia
The firefight passed quickly. And with it over, I felt weary. Realizing how close I had come to dying. Saved only by the equipment I wore on my back when I was shot. I knelt down next to Kevin, closing his eyes and began to pray silently over him. Sending my final respects for the departed. Marcus checked the bodies of the assailants while Laura searched inside the factory for anything. And I had lost sight of Mya. After several moments Marcus and Laura regrouped around me, and as I stood up. I could see Marcus had discovered something disturbing from the look upon his face. He leaned in and asked where Mya was, I did not even have to answer when she stepped around the corner. And promptly, Marcus pulled a M9 on her. On instinct, I drew Charlotte and aimed it at Marcus.

"Drop the weapon, Marcus." I ordered, my eyes showing there was no bluffing in me. Mya was threatened by me once, and I wont allow her to come under threat without any evidence.
"Think for once Weeks. Those assailants, all are ethnic Chinese. And they were not rebels or terrorist. They were hardcore, highly motivated and well trained soldiers. Why would they be here in the CSA? Attack us? The only other chinese here is Mya. She had to be the target." I stepped around him as we had a standoff.
"Do you actually have any evidence they were after her? That they were special forces? We are members of a elite paramilitary force in the CSA. Juche is not our biggest friend. Could have been after all of us." Laura stayed back, not believing what she saw. Marcus then tried to verbally counter.
"You think black ops would just carry photo ID like a bunch of juveniles trying to buy alcohol? The bodies are clean, but there are just too many coincidences around here." He then shook his weapon at Mya, hissing. "She knows something." I then whispered.
"She may. But you dont know any damn thing! So until you do, and prove it! You will CEASE any hostile action against Mya!" Laura then attempted to step in.
"Dillin, you fought next to Kevin and me in Russia! Kevin died in this attack!" I glared at her as I retaliated.
"I was there!" I yelled, still covered in Kevin's blood at my failed attempt to save his life. "And you know as I do, that he would be the first to defend a ally." It was then, in what seemed like forever, Marcus relented.

"You are right. I dont have evidence. If you have that much faith in her, thats enough....for now." He then stepped over to me, leaned in and whispered. "But keep an eye on her. I dont like it, she leads us to that arms dealer, which got us where. Nowhere. Then, we are ambushed by Juche...or at least chinese forces of some sort. Keep her in sight." I let him pass and took several deep breaths as I regained my composure and holstered my weapon.

I then asked Laura what she found.

"Well, there are weapons inside. Unmarked, and in good shape. Seems like an arsenal. Could be for the AUA. You were right to bring us here. Kevin did not die for nothing." I sighed heavily, and sat down on a crate. And called in to HQ.

"Yes. We found a weapons cache. Send a team here to search, secure and investigate. We will stay put until a new team arrives. Also, we ran into a unknown enemy force. Not AUA, but well armed and well trained. Over." The survivors began to separate. Partly to secure the large factory with a few operatives. Partly to coll themselves off. Tensions are high, and everyone is ready to burst.

I then approached Mya. Wanting to assure her that she was out of suspicion. And just to get my mind off of losing Kevin. I moved behind her, and called a quick warning to let her know I was approaching. Not wanting to surprise or startle her. Then, speaking calmly, I did the only thing I could do at the moment.

I lied to her.

"Marcus apologized. Said it was just the stress. Wanted me to let you know, you are out of suspicion." It was the best I could do. I am not the best at deceiving people. I can normally be read like a book. "No one blames you for Kevin. I dont blame you for Kevin." I then removed the revolver, Charlotte from my holster, and checked the capacity on a hunch. And gave a weak laugh once I saw how much ammo was in it.

The gun was empty. I could not have shot Marcus if I wanted to. Placing it back in the holster. I scrambled my brain to think of something to say, but I was worried for Mya. She seemed to attract danger. Maybe it would not be a bad idea if I stayed with her for a while. I looked out at the horizon, the sun fading away. "Mya...Kevin was a good friend to me. Saved me more than once back in Russia, even as short as that rebellion was. He's gone now. Nothing I can do there." I then turned to look at her as I spoke. "I dont want anything happening to you. You found a apartment last night I presume? I was thinking, maybe I should stay with you for a while. At least for tonight, make sure the danger is over. And we could, discuss...personal matters." I said, both reasons were true. However, now was not the time to talk about a relationship. If there even is one. And being with her for a while will make me feel better about her safety.

[Juche Republics]

Mya Mao,22 Section '8'-Richmond, Virginia

The fact their was only 7 agents,which were clearly Juche Black Ops,bugged the hell out of me.Remembering back to my days when I memorised Juche military thinking,according to the combat manual on Black Ops operations,squads are required to move in teams of at least 12.But for high priority targets like myself probably at least a team of 18-20 personnel.I continued to play around with that chain of thought until Dillin approached me.He looked visibly shook up,which was saying a lot as Dillin kept a steely cowboy,some might say detached look about him,especially in combat situations.

"Marcus apologized. Said it was just the stress. Wanted me to let you know, you are out of suspicion." It was the best I could do. I am not the best at deceiving people. I can normally be read like a book. "No one blames you for Kevin. I dont blame you for Kevin." Dillin said softly before removing his Charlotte from his holster, and checked the capacity.He gave a weak laugh once he saw how much ammo was in it.Several awkward seconds past as both of us thought of something to say until Dillin said

"Mya...Kevin was a good friend to me. Saved me more than once back in Russia, even as short as that rebellion was. He's gone now. Nothing I can do there." He then turned to look at me as he spoke. "I dont want anything happening to you. You found a apartment last night I presume? I was thinking, maybe I should stay with you for a while. At least for tonight, make sure the danger is over. And we could, discuss...personal matters."

At first I immediately wanted to say yes,sure I have a apartment... until I abruptly remembered of the current situation I've found myself in.Being hunted by the JIS,working as a double agent,and to make matters worst working for the people Dillin's try to stop launching a terrorist attack plus I couldn't live with myself if Dillin was killed trying to protect me.But if I rejected Dillin then I would appear too be trying to hide something from Dillin and the CIS and put my entire mission at risk.Once I had finished considering the benefits and risks of both scenarios I replied.

"Sure Dillin,I found a apartment which is about 40 minutes away from HQ and were can continue on with this conversation.But until then we should get on searching this place for weapons." I said nervously. Dillin nodded in agreement and we when about searching for weapons hidden throughout the factory.By the time the rest of are team arrived we had found 100s of different weapons ranging from side arms like Walther P99,to surface-to-air missiles.The factory unfortunately seemed too be a arms depot of some sort,probably a AuA arms depot.Upon the arrival of the rest of the team along with support personnel,Marcus,Laura,Dillin,and I were ordered to head back to HQ to be debriefed.By the time everything was done and dusted in was closing in on 21:00 and Marcus surprising offered to take Dillin,Laura,and I to dinner to mend broken bridges and to remember Kevin's brave sacrifice in the line of duty,yet whether the he actually wanted to "mend bridges" or just wants to keep tabs on me is yet to be seen.

By the time Dillin and I arrived to my apartment it was 23:45.The apartment was perfectly seat and tidy.Everything from the couch down to a pencil had a place and remained in it's designated area.I pointed at the couch and said "Erm,your sleeping on the couch.There are some blankets and pillows on the coffee table and the bathroom is the first door on the right..." I then paused for a moment to gather all my courage to ask Dillin about what he had said to me following the ambush and continued " So anyways what did you mean in the factory when you said personal matters?" I inquired with a nervous undertone in my voice as I eagerly waited for Dillin's response.