Marcus looked at the man, his gas mask in his hand. He looked at the others who were still quickly and carefully crossing to the other side of the road, waiting in the alley. Marcus smiled, and patted the man on the shoulder a couple of times, gesturing that it was alright.

"No, we're not going into the slaughter. The reason its so quiet, is because just down that road a few blocks, is part of Joyce's team, doesn't the gun fire sound closer than it did? They've created road blocks that have stopped all American armored patrols from moving up here." Marcus looked out the alley, and pointed up the street. "That ways north. And that way is south. We decided to cut the Americans in half sorta. Making it so the team's causing trouble, could operate behind the Americans. We're the fine line between American patrols huddled down south, being held up by Joyce, Louie, Annie, and Frank. While we clean up the American's stationed here. Most of the vehicles are stationed down there near the docks, same goes for their wiring. We've made them blind and stupid. The American's Northern Command will never get word of this until later in the morning, when we'll all be gone. And we can't afford to break up now. We've got to stick together and be strong."

Marcus looked, hoping his words reassured had reassured Ben. The other Militiamen were still continuing to cross the street. Now only a few were still there including Ben and Marcus.

"Hurry and get across. We don't have much time." Marcus said looking at his watch. The time was 1:25am, still enough time to get to the Guard Station and destroy it, but the whole Falcons Battlion stationed all around Victoria, had to be a ghost an hour or two before dawn, and be across the water and in Vancouver City by dawn setting up a new relay and causing trouble for the Americans on the Canadian mainland.
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Note: None of your characters should know about the crossing, just focused on the mission at hand. I just wanted to give more story to all of you before we got there, so be prepared! If you have questions PM me.

Thanks to Marcus' reassurance, Ben's mind had been set at ease to which he saluted and replied, "Yes Sir, thank you Sir!" and ran across the street staying low as he went. When he got to the middle of the road he heard something. It sent shivers down his spine and froze him in his tracks. It sounded like a little boy giggling. Ben stood up straight and looked to where the kind was coming from but saw nothing. He stood somewhat entranced, listening for another but one never came. Was his mind playing tricks on him? He didn't know what to believe...

Briget clapped john on the back as she took a clip of ammo, grenade, and a pair of Night Vision Goggles not wanting to be greedy she didnt take much, she left the rest for the rest of her team. She smiled as she slipped the night vision goggles over her head, she left them just above her eyes, so she could pull them down when the need arose. As they walked out of the Police station, Briget felt something that she hadnt felt in a long time... Pride.

Briget clapped when the police station went up in flames and congratulated the two men who set the charges, she put her hand in her pocket but quickly withdrew We arent done yet she thought to herself, she stood back and smiled watching the dancing flames flicker, as gas cylinders exploded or grenades went off due to the heat, it was beautifull.

Someone, she didnt know who, came up to her and shook her out of her stupor, she nodded in thanks and ran to catch up with the rest of the squad, as they slunk down the dark alleyway, she was stunned at how much they had accomplished, if this small skrimish went well, then a huge american foothold would be lost in victoria, and if victoria was lost, a huge american foothold for all of Canada would be lost. She smiled to herself reassuringly, her shoulder still twinged a bit from the bullet that had pierced her side.

She ran across the street with the first group of militmen, she nodded to marcus as she did, while she hugged the wall she put on her night vision goggles to help see the closer intricacies of the Guard post, she didnt see anything too suspicious, no tanks or armoured cars, there were a few trucks with no weapons mounted on them, but aside from that there was nothing that would pose such a large threat.

She noticed that most of the men were inside the actual building, she smirked as she noticed that little fact, They wont stand a chance she thought as the rest of the militmen grouped up behind her and the first few men to get to the other side of the street.

"Sir" she said as she adressed Marcus "There apears to be nothing overly defensive here, and asside from more men and the fact that they will have better equipment, there is really nothing to be afraid of." she said rasing her Night Vis goggles, she waited for his orders, she listened and watched the rest of her squad, before wrapping a set of rosary beads around her rifles barrel, Before standing up and pulling out a bible from her messenger bag. She raised her rifle barrel into the air so the rosary beads dangled around. She bowed her head and started to pray.

"Eternal God.

In Whom mercy is endless
and the treasury of compassion inexhaustible,
look kindly upon us, your children, your soldiers
and increase Your mercy in us, watch over us
in these difficult moments so we may look to you
so we will not despair nor become despondent,
but with great confidence, to achieve our goal.
we submit ourselves to Your Eternal Holy Will,
which is Love, Mercy and Compassion itself.

Amen."

She opened her eyes and turned her attention back to the garrison, this would be the make or break moment for the uprising in Victoria, this would be the make or break moment for the reclaimation of Canada.

"Ah excellent more ammo, there's something you can never have too much of." Pete thought helping himself to any ammo he could find.

After scrounging around the armory looking for anything mildly of use he exited the building. He had managed to find some more ammo, a grenade and more vodka. He stood next to his team mates and enjoyed the fireworks. He was filled with a sudden sense of pride, pride for his country and what they had achieved.

There wasn't to celebrate as Marcus announced their next plan of attack an American outpost, which in turn would be a harder target to eliminate than the police station. Peter was a bit dumbfounded at this point.

"Harder than the police station?" Pete thought.

He was lucky at the police station not to be killed but being lucky didn't happen twice in one day. Not for Peter anyway. Once again Peter just had to grin and bear with it. He smiled towards Marcus as he crossed the road and entered the alley so as not to show the fear he felt. As Peter moved to what would seem to him as the end of his short life, he began to wonder if he would ever get to see his beloved Vancouver again. He shook the memory off with a more disturbing one, Vancouver wouldn't be the same and never again would it be the place he remembered.

Harley was very happy to get some ammo belts from Jonathan and thanked him for them, he had been a little worried that he might run out at the rat ethe Machine Gun spits the stuff out. And he sure enjoyed watching the police station go down. He joined the group as they headed towards their next target. The American guard post.

Harley liked to stay up the front of the group for obvious reasons, he would do more damage to his team than he would do to the enemy if he stayed up the back with his Machine Gun. He walked up near the front, just off to the side a bit as the group moved on. He crossed the street and entered the alley, ready to open his 'pig' on anything that was stupid enough to rear it's head.

As he moved he thought about his old life. Going day by day, accepting that his country had been taken over by the yanks. And it was now his turn, and the rest of the ressistance's turn to get even, and take back as much of their home they can.

As Michael got closer and closer, Joseph was still frozen in indecision. Michael and him had grown up together, gone to school together, and enlisted together. There was no way he could kill him. Hopefully it was the same with Michael. Joseph decided to take a chance and stood up, hands in the air. Michael saw him instantly and pointed his gun at him.

"Get down on the ground Canadian scum!" Yelled Michael.

"Who're you calling canadian scum?" Yelled Joseph back.

"What the [censored]?" Michael said to himself. "Who the [censored] are you?"

"Joseph Hill, your old friend."

Now Michael was within ten feet of him. "Joseph...is that really you?"

"How you been man?"

"What the [censored] do you think you're doing? You just killed James, an American."

"I know. If it wasn't so bright, I would've killed you too. Lucky for you, I saw your face."

"So, I guess that means this is where you've been since you went MIA." Michael lowered his gun.

"Yep. What we're doing here is wrong. We treat them like animals when they're people, Michael. We are supposed to serve and protect the people, not torture and kill them! We're no different than animals!"

"Hey, I don't have to like the orders, I just have to do them."

"Michael, what America is doing here is wrong. That's why I left. You can come with me, help me save some of these people. Help me liberate them. Join the Falcons army."

"The Falcons Army? You mean that terrorist group?"

"We're not terrorists, we're freedom fighters. You guys can't expect pacifism when you torture the entire country!"

Michael seemed to consider the offer for a moment. Joseph held his breath, hoping to be reunited with his old friend yet again.

"No." That was all Michael said before he brought his gun back up. "I can't. I also can't allow you to kill anymore Americans."

"Michael don't do it!"

"I'm sorry." Joseph could see a tear slide down Michael's face. "I have to."

A single shot sounded out in the darkness.

Jonathan smiled as Briget took some of the equipment he had and clapped him on the back. He kept passing out ammo to the rest of the militia men when he spotted Harley.

"Hey Harley I have ammo for you."

"Thanks, i'll need this."

"No problem, i'm just trying to help."

Everyone started to leave the police station so Jonathan also grabbed what he could and walked out. He opened up his pack, took out a cigarette, grabbed his lighter from his pocket and lit it. He saw the man with detonator about to push the button so he turned around to face the police station. The explosion that ensued was brilliant. He turned around and continued to walk. He walked across the street and went into the alleyway.

Everyone on the other side were waiting for Marcus to cross. Jonathan just checked if all his weapons were ready. He removed the ammo from his MP5 and Beretta to check if it wasn't empty, they weren't. He inserted them again and reached over to his shoulder to check his knife. The knife was sharp but old. Jonathan spun it around his fingers and sheathed it again.

Jonathan looked over at the building. There was only one guard outside. He heard someone running. Jonathan peeked around the corner and saw an american soldier running towards them. He quickly hugged the wall again and hoped he wouldn't come into the alley. The soldier came up to the ally he was about to come inside when a hand came over his mouth. He tried to scream before a knife slit his throat. The soldier slowly bled out in Jonathan's hands until his body went limp.

Jonathan let the body go and searched for anything useful. There was nothing Jonathan needed so he stood back up and looked back at the building...

Larry still had the image of the exploding Police station in his mind, as the militia continued to move down the dimly lit alley ways. As they moved Larry thought back to his life in the United States. He wasn't more than a hundred miles from his childhood home, but he was far from the sunbathed streets of Florida.

The thought of going back to the peace was appealing but Larry couldn't just shake the deaths of his friends. He was fighting for his adopted country and the few people he still cared for...

As the group neared the American guard post, they came across a deserted street. Larry pulled out his M16 and set himself up behind a wall, to cover those crossing the street. After everyone crossed, Larry broke into a run and cleared the street. He met up with the rest of the Militia and waited until they moved on to the guard post...

Marcus crossed the street quickly, all the lights in the houses were out, including the street lamps. The moon was the only light that shinned on Victoria as gunshots and explosions continued a few blocks away. The whole team had made it across as Marcus looked over the corner, and saw the Guard Station prime and ready to be attacked. Before Marcus gave the order to move on the building, search lights quickly came on. Two men stood at the lights, which were positioned at all four corners of the buildings roof. Marcus quickly slipped back into the alley, making sure the team was behind him. He looked as the search lights moved slowly side to side, watching for any signs of the resistance. At each light, a Machine-gunner sat with his .30 caliber Machine-gun at the ready, prepared to fire on the team.

"[censored]!" Marcus whispered as he thought of what to do. The team could tell there were search lights, but Marcus was the only one with a good enough view to tell what was where. He turned to the team while the search lights continued their scan of the area. "Ok, we've got four search lights on the roof with a heavy Machine-gunner next to them, ready to tear up whatever comes their way. Luckly for us, they can't call on Northern Command or we'd really be [censored]." Marcus said looking at the shocked team. It was going so well. But Marcus was always full of ideas. He looked at the team, and the building they were pressed against.

"Ok, this is what we're going to do. I want: Harley, Ben, and Pete to go inside this building. Its just a boring Apartment building anyway thats vacant, so no Americans will be in there. So get to the roof. Make sure to be careful so the guards don't hear you. Once you three get up on the roof, take positions and pick your targets carefully. Take out the Machine-gunners first, and then target the search lights so they can't see us. I would prefer if you three would take out the one just around the corner first so the rest of us can get inside quickly. Once you've cleared the roof of Americans, get back down here, and assist us inside." Marcus looked at the team as they listened carefully to his plan, exspecially Harley, Ben and Pete who would cause the distraction. "Everyone got that?" Marcus asked looking at the three, and the rest of the team. They all nodded, knowing this was going to be very different than the Police Station.

Harley, Ben, and Pete quietly ran off towards the street and into the vacant apartment building as the rest waited until the search light nearest them was taken care of. Marcus hoped his plan would work, and that they wouldn't get their asses shot before they could get a shot off at the Americans. The tension was so thick, it could have been cut with a knife. All they could do was wait.

The time was 2:15am, almost time for them and the rest of the Falcons Brigade in Victoria to get out, and across to Vancouver on the mainland. There, Marcus would meet up with the other Falcon leaders once again to plan another attack.

"Yes Sir" Ben replied quietly before making eye contact with Harley and Pete. Ben gestured them to follow him into the apartment and then ran down the alley towards the entrance.

Looking through the sight of his assault rifle, he gently pushed the open door with his shoulder and then secured the hall with the others close behind. They were all moving fast but quiet through the abandoned halls. You could never be too careful so they were taking all precautions to cover, check and clear. They ran up the main flight of stairs that went spiralling up in a large square briefly checking open doors as they went.

Suddenly Ben heard something... Ben symboled everyone to stop by raising his fist and then aimed all around with his gun checking to see if he could see anything suspicious... They waited a few seconds but nothing happened... Was he hearing things? He heard a child in the street... Was that not real either? What was going on? Was he freaking out? There was a chance that his ears weren't lying to him but he couldn't be sure...

He motioned them on and arrived at the top of the stairs. They started running down a hall towards the door to the roof, and as they rounded a corner Ben was startled when he thought he saw a figure walk into the room at the end on the right... A woman with a flowing white dress and long blonde hair...

Ben froze in fear as he slowly approached the room with his assault rifle ready... His heart was beating fast as he pressed his back against the wall just outside and then quickly swivled round and checked the room... It was an abandoned apartment with very little in the way of anything except grime and rubble. It must have been hit by some kind of explosive as there wasn't much of it left... He walked through into the next room and he found a baby's cot, a few dirty teddys and toys laid around the floor and some really dirty curtains... There was no one here...

He span around to exit the apartment and continue to the roof when Harley was standing close behind him. Ben jumped and sighed... "Nothing here... Let's press on..." You could tell by the look in Ben's eyes that something wasn't right but they continued to the roof.

Ben whispered to Harley and Pete what the plan of attack was, "Ok, spread out and stay low. We don't want to startle them. We can pick them off all at once..." Ben explained with hand gestures, "Pete, front left, Harley front right. I Will take back left, and we all shoot for back right. Don't open fire until I say, we need to make sure everyone is ready. Dont forget to take out the spotlights aswell. Whoever hits target four gets this unopened bottle of whiskey I found on the way up to celebrate." Ben smiled and then they all spread out and approached the edge of the building laying very low.

They looked over at the spotlights and the guards and all symboled to each other that they were in position and ready to fire. Ben held his hand up and his fingers started counting down from 5 but put his hand away at 3 and continued to take aim...

3...2...1...

*Bang* Ben nailed his target. The guard fell to the floor...
*Bang* Ben missed the spotlight...
*Bang* ...But didn't with the second shot. He changed his position for the forth and then...
*Bang*...*Bang*... He missed the forth but someone else didn't...
I wonder who got the whiskey, Ben thought to himself...

He looked over the side of the building to see the group below running toward the guard station...

Ben got up and regrouped with Harley and Pete... "Great job. So which one of you get's the whiskey?" Ben asked with a smile holding it out infront of them...

After their discussion they made their way back down the stairs of the abandoned apartment to join up with the rest of their team...

Harley moved across the street with Ben and Pete, into the apartment building as ordered. They moved swiftly through each floor one by one to get to the next set of stairs, checking each room on their way. The apartment building was indeed completely empty of any Americans.

When they reached the roof they had a pretty clear veiw of the guards on the roof of the guard post, whilst they were pretty well hidden behide the wall of the roof, which was at hip height to Harley. He extended the bipod of the Machine Gun and rested it on the ledge, looking out at the American Machine Gunners and search light operators. Harley decided he was going to just open the gun up on their machine gunners and then maybe Ben and Pete would take the search lights.

He pulled back the charging bolt and rested the machine gun's butt against his shoulder and aimed at the first American machine gunner. With a squeeze of the trigger, only lasting a few seconds, Harley's gun fired a blanket of bullets over the machine gunner. He saw the gunner go down so he aimed his gun at the next machine gunner, squeezing the trigger, spitting out heaps of bullets at the Americans.

Harley could hear Pete and Ben over to the side of him, shooting at the American guards, as he aimed for the next machine gunner.

Peter was nervous, he had to be quick and accurate, no mistakes or it could mean the death of them. Ben had taken point followed by Harley, Peter trailed slightly behind. He had his Desert Eagle in his hand as the shotgun wouldn't be accurate enough to hit a target on the other building. Pete ran as fast as he could through the apartment while trying to be as careful as possible not to be seen. He didn't have time to take any notice of what was in the building. The only thing that was on his mind was making the shot.

They got to the roof and had clear shots at the Americans. Pete nodded to Ben as he told him to go front left. Peter crouched behind the wall of the roof as he moved towards his vantage point. He looked towards Ben who was counting down with his fingers. Pete took aim and waited for Ben to fire of the first shot.

*Bang*

Pete heard Ben fire the first shot and saw a guard drop off. He the heard Harley let off his machine gun, it took out a machine gunner. Peter paused for a moment and took a deep breath in. He opened his eyes and then with his exhale he began to open fire.

Peter let off three shots.

*Bang*

*Bang*

*Bang*

He managed to take out the spotlight although he had no idea which shot it was. He ducked down behind the wall and celebrated, only for a moment. He heard Ben ask who had claimed the whiskey.

"Since when were we shooting for whiskey? I could have killed the entire building for that." Pete thought to himself.

"I dunno? I was the one who hit the spotlight. Was it me?" Peter smiled as he talked to Ben.

Joseph watched as Michael fell to the ground, dead. Joseph fell to his knees from a mix of shock and sadness. Shock from how close he'd come to dying, and sadness in how he'd lost his best friend. Then it occurred to him, Who shot Michael? That's when he heard the walkie talkie again.

"Sniper five, sniper five, are you okay? Sniper five? I think we lost him."

Joseph made his way to the walkie talkie and held it up with a shaky hand. "No." He gasped out. "I'm...fine."

"Good to hear. I saw some movement and when I saw him bring the the gun back up, I took the shot. What was that all about anyways?"

"I'll tell you later."

"Sorry to break up this conversation," Said the man at sniper hq. "but I saw the police station explode. The next target is a guard station that's close to you sniper five. Please assist with the assault. Do not fire until you see them fire."

"Rodger that." Joseph said, adrenaline rushing through him, forcing away the shock. "Over and out."

Joseph knew the guard post they were talking about and readjusted his sniper to look at it. It was almost five hundred feet in front of him. He watched as the spotlights came on and the machinegunners prepare. He aimed for one of the gunners and waited. He watched as gunfire erupted from the building beside it, and took his shot. The man fell and Joseph had earned a bottle of whiskey, too bad he didn't know about the deal.

He took another four shots before he had to reload. He found something disturbing when he did: He had only five shots left. He must've knocked him all out of his pack when he had stood up. They were scattered all around the hill now, and Joseph didn't have time to go get them. So, Jason thought up a plan. He used the last five shots before radioing in.

"Sniper five here, I'm out of ammo. I'm going to go help the assault. Over and out."

Joseph turned off the walkie talkie before he could get a response, he wanted blood for the death of his friend. American blood. He picked up Michael's M4 and all of his ammo before he started toward the building, watching for any sudden movements.

Ben, Pete, and Harley had done their job well. Marcus and the rest of the team quickly moved through the shadows, surrounding the doors of the Guard Station. His heart was beating at a rapid pace. Marcus thought his heart would burst from his chest as he readied a Frag grenade in his hand. The others positioned at the doors did the same. All three doors were watched and protected, the Guard Station would be well defended inside. Suddenly, the sound of Frag grenades echoed into Marcus' ears as tossed his in as well. Two other Militiamen did the same, blowing out some windows in the process.

"GET IN, GET IN, GET IN!" Marcus ordered screaming as a Militiaman ran in, but was quickly shot in the chest three times. The man fell backwards out of the doorway, and onto the ground limp and lifeless. Marcus fired from cover his Tommy Gun, trying to kill the assailent. The sound of gunfire was coming from the building already, the others had made it in. "MOVE!" Marcus ordered the Militiamen as they charged in with their war cries and guns blazing. Marcus moved in with his Tommy Gun at the ready, and his Mosin still slung across his back, secure.

It was only a couple a minutes, and already the team had lost five good soldiers. The Americans created barricades at the top of the stairs, stopping any and all Miltiamen trying to get up and clear the second floor. The building was large and wide. The ground floor had at least seven rooms that needed to be cleared. The others were busy trying to knock-out the barricades at the tops of the three staircases. Marcus went over to assist, he realized his bullet indentation on his Kevlar vest, and fiddle with it before getting back into the fight.

"FRAG GOING IN!" Marcus screamed as a warning, quickly throwing the grenade from cover. Two other men through one of their own, all exploding at relitively the same time. Cries came from the top of the stairs, but more Americans continued to reinforce the staircases. They seemed like an endless stream of Combat armored soldiers, fighting for their lives in a foreign nation.

A woman with a Ak, rushed over to Marcus catching her breath as he stood against the wall, trying to get this staircase clear. She was a dirty blonde, and had brown hazel eyes similar to a woman Marcus once knew.

"Are you Marcus?" The woman asked him still catching her breath.

"Yeah, what do you want. It's kind of to 'hot' to be asking questions don't you thing?" Marcus said turning from cover, and firing a squirt from his Tommy Gun. He nicked one soldiers arm, disabling him from holding a rifle, but the man unholstered his .45 and began firing with the other hand. Marcus took cover and looked at the woman who fired her Ak up the stairs.

"I've got some important intel for you." She said almost yelling over the intense gunfire. Marcus leaned towards her, to hear her better. "Annie was shot in the arm, and grazzed on the ribs. She should be ok, but their evacuating her to Vancouver in a small fishing boat. She told me to tell you, that once your done here, haul ass back to the docks. The Americans got a small armored car, and broke through one of the barricades that Louie's team was holding. The Americans Northern Command knows about the attack, and is probably already on their way."

Marcus looked at the woman stunned, he glanced at some Militiamen who were busy pulling ammo and weapons from dead comrades hands. It was hard to watch, but the Falcons needed all they could use, even if it included stripping dead friends weapons and ammo from their bodies. Marcus was in furiated by the news as he thought about it. The woman continued to help try and clear the staircase with her Ak, but the Americans still continued to replace injured or dead friends.

"LETS CLEAR THIS PLACE OUT. LEAVE NONE ALIVE!" Marcus yelled to all who could hear him. He moved from cover, and fired a large burst lasting about nine seconds, returning to cover. The bullets tore through the wooded tables and the rest of the American cover. An American cried out to his friends about his leg as Marcus and the rest of the Militiamen threw another Frag grenade over the barricades. This time, dozens of cries came and went as no more American soldiers began to come back and replace the others.

"GET MOVING!" Marcus ordered to the Militiamen as they began rushing up the stairs. The first man was shot by a waiting American, who was quickly killed by the woman with her Ak. Marcus charged up the back and followed, clearing a first room with a Frag. Cries came and went as Marcus rushed the room with his Tommy Gun. A closet, big enough to hid someone was beside a bed. Marcus could hear sniviling coming from the closet, and fired a quick burst into the wooden structure. The sniviling stopped, and a limp lifeless body fell out and collapsed partially on the bed. It seemed the others had cleared the other two staircases as well, and were making progress.

The time was 2:58am. The team had to work quick but carefully to clear the rooms. In less than an hour, it would be time for them to evacuate Victoria, and cross over to Vancouver. Marcus hoped the American Northern Command was still at their base, getting fitted, allowing time for them to escape towards the docks. Only time could tell.

Briget had her eyes closed as she threw in her grenade, hers was the first to go off, then other explosions started all around the base of the building, she smiled and rushed into the fray, spraying hot led into the recently woken and confused soldiers of the american 'Peace' force. One of her bullets had downed a soldier, he dropped his UZI and slumped to the floor, another soldier came up and slit his throat, to make sure that he was dead.

Briget picked up his miniscule weapon, an odd choice for an american to have but she took it none the less, she grabbed a couple of clips of ammo from his belt and continued with her small detachment of 2 men to the rest of the guardhouse, they came to a small room filled with computers and communication equipment, she figured that if the americans needed help they would have used it by now so she just left the area, but before she did she found a map of the whole guardhouse, to the east was the barracks to the west was the armoury and to the north was the garage.

Briget and her small group decided to go to the barracks, the barracks seemed to be the place where the most resistance would be encountered, so they rounded the corner and started off through the metal corridoors, after some minor skirmishes, the squad had made their way to the entrance of the barracks, briget carefully opened the door, but as she did bullets fired from them in all directions, she dropped to the floor and pulled out two grenades from her bag, she grabbed a smoke and a flashbang and a roll of electrical tape, she bound the two grenades together and pulled the pins before tossing the 'custom' grenade through the hole in the door that was left by the bullets of the american soldiers.

Briget closed her eyes and plugged her ears as the flash of light filled the room, and smoke poured through the cracks in the door, she stood up with her UZI in hand and started firing into the smokey cloud, groans and the sounds of ricochet could be heard from inside the barracks as the two men accompanying her came up to the door and started firing in with their own respective weapons, after a few seconds of firing the americans had gotten back on their feet and had started firing back at the group, briget yelled for the two men to get out as a shot pierced one of their legs, she grabbed a fragmentation grenade from her bag and tossed it in as she and the other soldier pulled the man away from the door as it blew up spectacularly, briget and the two soldiers stayed with their backs against the wall, looking into the small corridoor that joined the main part of the guard house to the barracks, after about a minute, the remaining smoke had cleared and no more shots had been fired.

Briget cautiously walked into the barracks with her assault rifle drawn, she noticed shredded limbs from the fragmentation grenade and some broken beds that had been twisted and warped by the heat of the explosion, she counted about 6 dead americans at first glance and patted her men on the back as they started picking apart both the room and their corpses for anything of use to The Falcons as a whole, they found some ammo on the corpses and some money near their beds, they grabbed all of the books and the corpses and set them up in a pile in the center of the room, they grabbed a tank of gasoline that was for the emergency power generator and slopped it over the corpses, as one of the men lit up cigars for the three, he tossed his match onto the pile and it lit up spectacularly.

As they watched and recouperated from the skirmish, the fighting continued upstairs as the falcons continued to fight on against the americans, she took one long lasting svck of the cigar before tossing it into the fire, they packed up most of the ammo and weapons from the soldiers into one of their long distance trekking backpacks and continued on their way, they came out of the barracks and all three started shooting at a fleeing soldier, he was almost pinned against the wall due to the combined firepower of three assault rifles, briget smirked as the three brushed past him on their way to aid whoever else needed assistance. She spoke into her shortwave radio.

"Private Briget here, Me and my men just cleared out the barracks, call on us if you need assistance. Over" she said into the small hand held radio as her and her men climbed the stairs to the second level of the guard house, the area that seemed to be the most battle-torn and explosive.

"good day for some killin eh murphy?" said one of the soldiers
"Damn Straight" She said smiling as they continued firing at randomly apearing american soldiers
"Damn straight..."

Sorry to double post, but seriously guys DO SOMETHING this is good, and i dont want it to be wasted on page two... Strangelove has given us a good story, hes given us good combat, something seldom seen here, so please dont let this thread die.

Seriously, this is one of the best roleplay stories ive seen here, no offence to cold steel or any other generic Enclave VS Brotherhood of Steel rps that clog this board up like testosterone infected mildew, seriously guys this thread cannot die...

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Joseph walked slowly up to the back of the Outpost look for any signs of movement through the windows. He saw some occasionally and took shots when he thought he could hit something. He could hear gunfire inside so he knew that he wasn't too late to help.

When he reached the back, he looked for a back door. Sadly, he couldn't see one. Then, something surprising happened. Part of the wall flew open and two soldiers ran out, trying to flee the doomed outpost. Joseph took aim and cut them down with a few well placed shots before moving towards the door. When he looked in, he found that he was at the bottom of a small staircase. When he climbed it he found another open door at the end of a hall that the Americans had barricaded themselves in to. About five Americans were holding the barricades with more coming from the two nearby rooms. A group of the Army was down the hall, trying to break through. Joseph knew what he had to do.

Joseph reached down to his belt and grabbed the two Fragmentation grenades that he carried with him at all times. He pulled the pins and threw them into the two rooms that the soldiers were coming out of. Then he picked his M4 back up and gunned down the soldiers behind the barricades before the grenades even went off. When they finally did, there was an explosion followed by many screams of agony. Joseph waited for a few seconds to see if anybody was going to come out of the rooms. When no one did, he reloaded and called out, "Barricade clear! Get down here and help me put them out of their misery!"

A voice called back. "On our way. And thank god for you! We had a very little chance of actually succeeding."

Joseph went into the room on his left and was almost sick. Men lay everywhere, some were missing body parts and others were just completely mutilated. Blood was everywhere. He felt sorry for the men who had been able to live through it. He, a non-religious man, prayed for them to go to a better place before pulling out his pistol and shooting them all in the head once.

As Joseph walked back out, he heard gunshots from the other room as they cleared it out of the living. He waited for them to come back out. When they did, he found that the leader was a women.

"Glad I could help miss...?"

As it seems, this Rp has fallen through the cracks. I've said before, an Rp is only as good as those who participate in it, and seeing how only a couple of people are still posting on here, I think I can say this Rp is dead or seriously wounded.

I don't know what all you new people (To me) like in an Rp? But I guess its not unique Rp's that are different than all the others, which are either about the Enclave, BOS, or Wastelanders. I thought I would bring something new and interesting to this forum, but I guess it sunk.

Unless someone "new" posts on this Rp sometime today, I think it should be locked. (That would be someone who signed up for this Rp, but hasn't posted for sometime.)

Rohugh, give this Rp a just today before you actually lock it.

Peter moved quickly from the roof of the building. He could hear his comrades of in the distance fighting against the Americans. He practically flew down the stairs of the building, eager to help out. He took a quick look as he crossed the road, so he wouldn't be cut down by being ignorant. He got to the door and cocked his shotgun. Peter peered inside and saw a horrible sight, many of his comrades were lying dead on the ground. Pete took a moment to hold back his emotions. He had to become almost robotic in battle if he wanted to stay alive. He svcked in a deep breath and rushed inside.

Peter felt the heat from the bullets as they whizzed past him. As he was moving to cover he was hit by a glancing shot. He noticed a searing pain coming from his leg so he ducked down behind cover. Pete had been hit in the thigh, it wasn't bad and the adrenaline would kick in momentarily anyway. He looked around and everything appeared to be moving in slow motion. He saw his comrades firing at the Americans, a few were being cut down, others were throwing grenades. Suddenly a grenade cleared his cover and landed just over from him. Pete panicked, he got up and kicked the grenade away, he was lucky that it didn't explode on impact. The grenade rolled towards the front of the outpost, Peter didn't have time to see exactly where it was, he was busy jumping in the opposite direction.

He landed on the ground with his hands over his head. He felt the grenade explode with a deafening *Bang*. For the moment Peter just lay there with his hands over his head, he didn't want to move. Eventually he lifted his head to find most of the gunfire in the immediate area had ceased. Pete got up slowly and looked around, a couple of rooms and the staircases had been cleared, he could here fighting up the stairs but it would be only a matter of time before they had cleared the building. The fight had taken a toll on him so Pete sat down and tended to his wound, wrapping it up in some cloth ripped off from his clothing. He then went around trying to help his wounded comrades and he was awaiting for Marcus to announce their next move.

Harley fed a new belt into his machine gun when all the Americans on the guard post roof were dead, and followed Pete and Ben down through the building and across the street to assault the guard post with the rest of The Falcons. By the time he got to the door, the rest of the team had already entered the building. He entered the building and went down a dark hallway that the others had not cleared, with his machine gun ready to go.

It was dark but he could see well enough. He still had his sunglasses on, day or night he wore them and could still see clearly. The hall was long, with a number of rooms on either side and a closed door at the end. He moved down the hallway to the first room, as silently as he could while carrying his big weapon and heavily loaded pack.

He stopped as he got to the doorway and paused before going in, wondering what he might encounter. Quickly he moved into the doorway and turned into the room. Empty. It appeared to be an office, with a large L-shaped desk in the corner and a radio communications set-up on the far wall.

After looking around the room and at some stuff on the desk, he turned and went back out into the hallway and walked towards the next doorway. Just as before, he paused before entering and then proceeded in, finding it was the same as the last room. It was the same office type room with the communications set-up on the wall. There was nothing in this room of use, so he turned back out into the hall.

He went into the next room, to find it exactly the same. But this time there was a man sitting at the desk, with his back to the doorway. Harley had walked in quietly without the man hearing him, as he was typing on a very loud typewriter. Harley put his machine gun carefully on the ground and pulled his revolver from his belt. The click, click, clicking of the typewriter disguised the sound of his cocking the lever on the gun back, and he pointed it at the man's head.

"Don't move" Harley said, he wanted to know why he was sitting typing with every thing else going on. "What the hell are you doing, don't you know theres a war on out here?"

The man didn't turn to look at Harley. He sat straight in his chair, looking straight at the wall and said "You're going to die Canadian, we have soldiers everywhere".

At that Harley pulled the trigger and put a hole in the American man's head. He looked at the blood covered paper in the typewriter. The man was writing a letter to his family in America. Harley ripped the letter out of the machine and stuffed it in his jacket pocket, picked up his machine gun and left the room, back out into the hallway.

As the militia launched an attack on the American outpost, Larry moved around the outside of the buildings. He didn't want to be caught in a mass of militia if a grenade happened to shred through the group. He moved around the side of the shoot up building, looking to cut off any troops attempting to reinforce the outpost. Two newer Militiamen went around with him. As he rounded the building, a burst smacked into the group and hitting a militiaman through the chest. The other militiaman covered him as he crouched low around the corner....

Larry trained his rifle on the storefront across the street where the soldier had shot at the group. As the american popped up, Larry sent a burst through his shoulder spinning him around. A few more Americans began to cross the street, taking cover behind cars and a concrete divider. After he pushed back the small squad, he left the militiaman to hold the road there, he continued to move around the building. The stattaco, pinging and pounding form inside the building told him that the Militia was giving the Americans hell.....

Larry continued to fire bursts at the fleeting shadows running all around, hoping to catch a few of them. He took cover behind a truck as he slammed a fresh clip into his rifle's receiver. Before he could catch his breath or even pull the bolt, an American hauling ass out of the outpost ran full speed right at him. Larry was caught wide open, and as poorly aimed bullets pinged all around him sent his whole clip through the man, nearly ripping him in half. Larry was shaken, if the soldier had aimed Larry probably would be bleeding on the cold ground.

After the fighting had died down, Larry cleared a few Americans out of the perimeter, and entered the outpost. On the ground floor he noticed a wounded Militiaman, Peter, who was caring for the wounded. He saw his bloody thigh and threw him an American medical pack and some of his own supplies. Then he met up with the rest of the militia....

"Murphy, Briget Murphy... Thanks for the Assist. Soldiers, prop up their bodies we need to send them a message!" She said shaking the mans hand as the other two soldiers started running around piling the corpses in a pile in the center of the room as she started looking for some gasoline or other flammable liquid.

As the other two soldiers started stacking up the corpses of the dead, Briget came out of a storage closet with two big storage barrels of gassoline, she poured one over the corpses and placed the other right in the center of the demonic looking pile of corpses, she marshalled everyone back as she threw the lit match for the four of their cigars on the corpse pile and smiled as it went up in flames.

"Cigar?" she said passing one over to the kid who helped them.

She tossed down the UZI it had served its purpose seeing that it had no more ammo left in it, she whipped around her assault rifle and kissed the barrel with the rosary beads wrapped around it. She and her 3 squadmates continued around the winding path of the american base, the men packed up all of the ammo and armour from the americans, these should serve to some use, they packed them up in a big bed that they had torn open, it was overflowing with ammo and weapons by the time they had finished, she lead the group with the huge ammo dump to the front entrance.

They left the ammo dump at the door and they continued their rampage through the halls of the american Guard Base, she checked her clip as she got a radio call from another member of the Militia, it was crackled and weak, mostly owing to the signal jammers the other arms of the militia had put in place, but it was coming from within this building so they could still hear the voice of a militman that was pinned down and needed assistance.

She loaded her Assault Rifle back up and clicked it over to full automatic mode.

"Lets roll boys" she said with a sinister smile on her face as she started sprinting through the halls of the american army base, a light layer of smoke covered the roof, probably owing to the fire they started on the other side of the base.

Joseph shook Bridget's hand while the other two went around doing what she'd said. He then watched as they lit the bodies on fire. He didn't smoke, so when she offered him a cigar, he declined.

Joseph decided that traveling with them would be safer than traveling without them, and so he went with them. They traveled through the base, picking up ammo and weapons as they went. They used an old bed that they'd torn open as the storage for the stuff. Soon it was full and they put it down at the front door.

Suddenly, Bridget's radio crackled to life and there came a distress call from a man who was pinned down. Joseph made sure his gun was fully loaded and then sprinted after Bridget, easily keeping up with her.

After the intense fighting at the Guard Station, Marcus had no time and neither did the rest of the team to stay. He looked at them all, the ground floor had been turned into a medical area. But most of the Militiamen were seriously wounded. Marcus hated this but it had to be done, those who would slow them down had to stay behind, and those who stayed behind had no choice but to end their own lifes. The Falcons couldn't risk the possability that one of the men would talk.

"Everyon capable of moving that is not seriously injured start moving towards the docks. The American Northern Command caught wind of our attack, and is heading this way. We don't have much time so you know what to do, get to the docks. I will meet up with you there later. We're making a crossing over to Vancouver. The moon is out, and we'll probably be exposed. So we have to hurry before the Americans can get a shot at us. The rest of you who are unable to move or would slow us down, you know what needs to be done." Marcus said unholstering his pistol.

He could tell in their eyes they knew what needed to be done. Already the able bodied Miltiamen were gathering what they could from the seriously wounded, and the dead. Once the seriously injured were taken care of, their weapons and ammo would be stripped, and used for other Militiamen in the future. Everything had to be recycled for later use. Nothing could be left behind.

Suddenly pistols rang out as blood splattered on walls and floors. Marcus teared up, but held himself together as he and others collected the weapons and ammo from their bodies. Harley and Larry seemed in shock and horror as well, but this was not time for emotions. They needed to get what was needed, and survive another day to fight.

Marcus exspected that if they were in the same situation, they would be the ones to take their own lifes, just like the others. Marcus knew he would have to, but his body could never be found by the Americans. They would parade it around like a sick amusment parade.

"Sorry it had to come down to this Harley." Marcus said resting his hand on his shoulder. "But they knew what needed to be done, and fought and died well for the fight to free Canada. Do not feel bad, they were good men and women who deserved more than what they got, but once the Americans are gone, we can give them a proper ceramony." Marcus looked at Larry as well. He cleared his throat, he was choking up a bit but wipped the tears from his eyes.

"Ok everyone lets move out, they'll be here any moment." Marcus said walking out, and into the night sky.

The hour was 3:55am they had to hurry and make it to the docks before the sun began to rise. Or they would all be shot dead in the streets.

Closed as requested.