Victoria, British Columbia, Canada- 11:45pm D-day

The team had assembled at a local coffee house. It was used as a front for any and all Falcon activity, in the Victoria area. Marcus walked in, his M38 Mosin Nagant slung across his chest. His team had already been assembled in the basemant of the coffee house, they were all waiting for his order to move out and do what needed to be done. His thick stubbled beard itched a bit as the team gathered around him, wanting to know what the plan of attack was. It was a simple one, cause as much chaos and confusion for the Americans, giving Joyce and Louie's teams time to act on their part of the plan without much hassle.

Everyone in the coffee house seemed ready, Marcus was exspecially ready. This attack had been turned around and critiqued so many times by him and the others, the final form was bound to work without much trouble. Marcus layed his Mosin against the wall, the windows were blacked out just as the other basemant safehouse had been. Only a single light hung from the ceiling, casting a dark shadow on all the fighters faces, including Marcus'. The door behind him, leading up to the coffee house closed as two guards stood on the other side, both armed with a Mossburg shotgun for defence.

"O.K. everyone, the plan of attack is going to be a bit chaotic. Our job is to cause as much chaos and confusion for the Americans, allowing Joyce's team to blockade specific streets and allyways, the American soldiers could use to try and cut us all down. Louie's team will be busy cutting down telephone poles and destroying phone-lines, that lead to police stations, and guard posts used by the Americans. Annie and Franks team's will be doing the same as us. Already, sappers are placing land mines and other explosives around specific American patrol routes." Marcus took a breath, looking at the group as the hung on every word he said. "This is going to be the biggest offensive we've ever under taken, here in Victoria. The team will be spread along the street out here, so incase any American patrol comes, we can ambush it from both sides. So whatever you do, move from house to house quick and quietly. At whatever cost, we cannot allow the Americans Northern Command stationed in Prince George to get wind of this. It could mean all of our deaths."

Marcus didn't want to end on a sad note, but he didn't have anything more to say about the plan or what else had to be done. It was obvious to everyone in that room, what needed to be done. Destroy the American presence in Victoria, without remourse. Marcus wasn't looking for a group of chaotic or unreliable people. He wanted all of them to return safely, and continue to fight against the rest of the American forces in Canada.

"Gather your things, we move out in five minutes!" Marcus added looking at his wrist watch he had taken off a dead American soldier in a past skirmish. The time was 11:53pm, and the skies over Victoria were dark and grey. The final hour was coming soon apon them, everything they had worked for was going to be determined on this day.
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Jonathan was prepped and ready. He was gripping his MP5 as hard as he could but quickly stopped and relaxed a bit more. This was the biggest operation he had been on, hell maybe the biggest any of these people here had been on. The room was dim, people were whispering, others were getting ready and cleaning their guns. Jonathan took off his back pack to check if everything was there. His food and water was there, some of his ammo was there and the rest was around his belt, his cigarettes were also there, and his lighter was in his pocket. He put his pack back on and walked over to a chair to sit down.

It was almost 12:00pm and his heart started to beat faster. The time was coming for the operation and everyone was now staring at the clock. Time seemed to go on forever. A second seemed like a minute. A minute seemed like an hour. He was waiting for his Commanding Officer but no one told him who it was. He didn't even know if he was going to fight alongside with all these people or going with a small squad. The time was dawning and millions of questions and fears filled his head but he brushed all of them aside, He had to concentrate. One minutes to twelve, here we go.

Ben listened to everything he had to say, Assault rifle in one hand, his gas mask in the other... He had been waiting for this for a long time... More than anything in the world... This was his time for revenge... He was going to enjoy every second of this and nothing was going to stop him...

"Gather your things, we move out in five minutes!" Marcus announced so Ben put his gas mask on and started checking his weapons and his equipment to make sure everything was in order... As he did so he got lost in his head for what felt like forever... If only we had stayed in England...

Ben moved to Canada from England with his wife "Rachel" and his 5 year old son "Charlie" after following a job opportunity. At first he loved it there. So much more space and the people seemed to be so much more upbeat about life. It really was a much more pleasant place for his family to settle down. He didn't regret the move one bit... Problem is, beauty doesn't last forever... The American's moved in and very quickly removed Canada from its freedom and living in fear became second nature...

Late one night, Ben and his wife were having a heated debate that escalated to a full blown argument over Charlie's behaviour at school earlier that day. Ben and Rachel loved each other more than anything in the world, but the stress and fear of the world outside their door was becoming too much for them. It was only a matter of time before one of them snapped...

Charlie was bullying the other children, but he never used to be like that. Children of his age are young and impressionable and the teacher's at the school put it down to him mimicking the American's hostility and actions towards the Canadians. Charlie over heard the argument and took it to heart. Charlie snuck out the front door and ran away leaving the door wide open. He felt like it was his fault they were arguing and thought his parents hated him. Charlie didn't get far before his parents found the front door open and realised that he was gone. They immediately ran out the front door and down the street, calling his name as they went, drawing a lot of attention to them, but they didn't care, Charlie was their world and they had to find him... After a long while of searching, they found him hiding down an ally behind a large dustbin, sobbing his little eyes out. Ben picked him up and hugged him so tightly and whispered into his ear "Oh Charlie... I'm so glad we found you... Don't ever scare us like that again... your mother and I love you so very much? you know that don't you?"

After a while, the fear of losing their son that they cherished so dear died down and a new fear arose within them. Ben immediately grew angry and started grilling Charlie for leaving after curfew and how dangerous it was. "Quick! We need to get back inside before anyone finds us!" Ben said cautiously with a stern tone, but just as they started moving, they were jumped on by the American's Iron Grip on the streets of Victoria. They tackled them all to the floor and started questioning them with force. It stemmed into an argument as the hostile American's didn't believe their reasoning for being out after curfew and arrested them, throwing them around the street and into the back of a van, knocking Ben out with a rifle butt to the face when he wasn't co-operating, calling out "Get your hands off them!" and his world faded to black...

When Ben came to, he was tied to a chair in an empty room with the taste of blood in his mouth. Suddenly a group of American's burst through the door and kicked his chair over knocking him sideways, smashing the side of his head against the cold hard floor. A man grabbed his face and started accusing Ben of being some kind of spy and that Ben was to tell him everything he knew. Ben denied it all but they refused to believe it. They smacked him around, hurling him from one end of the room to the other, still tied to the chair and torturing him in the most horrible of ways to extract the "truth". They then proceeded to put words into his mouth, accusing him of crimes against their country that he had not commited and said that his family was a front. Ben was put through hell before they gave up. He wished that he knew something just to make them stop but he didn't, which made it worse for him.

When they "realised" that he was too strong and they weren't going to break him, they decided to try a different tactic... They brought in his wife...

"Now look what you have gone and made me do... Do you want us to hurt her? Is that it?"
"NO! PLEASE! I DON'T KNOW ANYTHING! PLEASE LET HER GO!"
"Aaaah, haha. I see we have hit a nerve! Maybe you will start being honest with us now eh?"
"YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND! I KNOW NOTHING! IF I DID I WOULD TELL YOU! PLEASE BELIEVE ME!"
"Shut up you lying piece of [censored] *smack to the face* and tell me the truth! Who sent you?!"
"NO ONE SENT ME!"
"LIAR!!! *kick to the chest*"

The man then grabbed his wife and smacked her around the face knocking her to the floor. He then proceeded to torture, abuse and beat his wife in front of him until she just couldn't hold on any longer and she lay there dead... Ben was crying so hard, screaming nothing in particular over and over again until he fell silent, tears rolling down his face...

A few days later of him rotting in a prison cell without medical attention and barely any food or water, he was released back into Canada but with no sign of his son what so ever... They denied his existence and Ben never saw his son again... Ben got kicked to the curb and told that if he was found again that he would be shot and killed on sight. Ben crawled back to his house leaving a trail of blood behind him and when he finally arrived home, he found that his house had been decimated by American's looking for clues but they would have found nothing... For what felt like weeks he mourned his wife and son until he decided enough was enough and he got up and decided that they were NOT going to get away with what they had done...

They had stripped him of his family, his home, his future... his whole life... there was nothing else to do but to take revenge...

He joined the Militia to fight back and give them hell, vowing that every single person associated with them was guilty and should be punished. He wanted to put them through everything he had gone through and more... Mainly he was fuelled by the hope that maybe one day, he might be reunited with his son, if he was still alive that is...

The problem was that Ben was blind with rage and was becoming reckless with impatience. Driven by a passion for revenge, there was no telling what lengths he would go to and how much trouble it might get himself in...

He snapped back to reality and looked at his watch...

One minute to twelve, it's show time...

Briget checked her small messenger bag that she used to hold all of her skirmish equipment, she methodically counted and checked each individual item in her bag all the while watching the clock move closer and closer to zero hour, to the time when all of their fates would be decided, Death or Victory, Honour or Defeat. When she had made sure that she had all of the ammunition she would need and a small wealth of grenades, she closed over her bag and said a little prayer to herself, Grasping her rosary beads as she did.

Even though I walk
through the valley of the shadow of death
I will fear no evil,
for you are with me;
your rod and your staff,
they comfort me.
Amen.

She tightly gripped her rifle with one hand and held rosary beads with the other, she thought about what she was fighting for, who she was fighting for. She stood up and walked over to the window and looked through the small scratches in the black paint, she saw through a small slit the sky, and a star. One last hope, for all of Canada. The Falcons. She looked back at the clock on the wall, One miniute to twelve.

"Show Time." she softly whispered to herself.

Harley sat on a rickety wooden chair with un-even chair legs loading bullets into his Ruger, one bullet at a time. When he had all six bullets in he tucked it behind his belt and looked down to the flor, where his FN Minimi lay next to his pack. He bent donw and opened the pack, checking he had everything. Do I have enough ammo?

He had a few boxed belts and a several open belts that he could just fling over his shoulder, that way he wouldn't have to worry about the box getting in the way. He looked through the pack, pulled out a boxed belt and closed the zip on the pack. The machine gun was hungry and it was about time it was fed. He reached down and hoisted the gun from the ground and onto his lap, and fed the belt into the gun and attached the box.

Twelve o'clock was getting closer, the tension in the room could be cut with a knife, everyone was watching the clock. After looking around at the other members of The Falcons, he took his sunglasses that were hanging on a chain around his neck and put them on.

Then he looked back up at the clock once more, one minute to twelve.

Rock'N'Roll

Peter was unsure of the plan, he had heard reports of Americans using a bit of force to quell the riots. He took in a deep breath while shutting his eyes.

"Remember why your here Pete" He thought.

Peter let out a long exhale and clutched his beating heart. The time was almost upon them and Peter began to think back to the old days. He was sitting on the beach, it was a beautiful sunny day. Not one cloud just the warmth of the sun. He then went into the water to surf. Surfing. The most relaxing, peaceful pastime invented. That was where he belonged in the cool water with the smell and taste of the salt water.

Peter took another deep breath but choked on the stale air of the basemant. With the cough he opened his eyes and realised he was back to reality.

"Gather your things, we move out in five minutes!" The Falcons leader shouted.

Peter pulled out his eagle and gripped it tightly. This pistol already had so much history and Pete was about to add a lot more to it. It was time to fight for himself, his family, his friends, his country and for everything he had ever known. There was so much at stake yet he was more than willings to risk it all.

Peter slipped his eagle back into its pouch and unslung his shotgun. He loaded it with shells, cocked it and slung it back over his shoulder. He then took out his vodka and took a swig.

"I'm ready."

Edward

Edward snuck into the coffee house just before Marcus' speech. He took a seat, and started fiddling with his rifle. He had just been out, watching the Americans for any changes. He could know if they had any idea of the upcoming attack, by watching their demeanor. If they were looking nervous, and glancing around constantly, he could tell they knew it was coming, and they could abort the mission.

So far, it looked like they knew nothing. They were walking through the near empty streets, laughing to each other and being pretty much oblivious to what was going on around them. They could be faking, it wasn't the first time he had misread them either, but he was pretty sure they knew nothing, so he went back to the coffee shop, staying in the shadows and out of sight at all times.

After he had fixed the sight of his rifle, he slung it over his back and stood up, getting ready to go. He grabbed his bag, filling it with some ammo and emergency supplies, before looking at his team mates. Most of them will probably die... he thought to himself, shrugging off the grim reality that had become his life. Don't get emotionally connected to people, it only hurts when they leave me... he told himself. But, his body had other plans. He walked over to a the man closest to him, who was downing some Vodka and gripping a Desert Eagle so tight that his knuckles were white, and held out his hand.

"Name's Edward. Got any Vodka for me, bud?"

Joseph looked through his scope again as the walkie talkie played quietly beside him, broadcasting Marcus's speech. He was checking to make sure that the Americans, his old people, had no clue about what was about to go down. From the hill that he was silently laying on, he could see almost all the way from one side of Victoria to the other, if he looked down the streets that is. Buildings blocked his line of sight in some places, but he had more that enough targets in the spots that he could hit. From what he could see, the Americans had no idea that most of their lives were about to be snuffed out. He relaxed a little now and listened to the end of the speech.

"At whatever cost, we cannot allow the Americans Northern Command stationed in Prince George to get wind of this. It could mean all of our deaths."

What a way to end a speech. He thought. "Gather your things, we move out in five minutes!" A little better. He thought with a smirk. He grabbed the walkie talkie and changed the frequency. He was part of a network of snipers that were feeding intel on enemy movements and whatever else the sniper deemed important. That was what he turned it too.

After listening for a few minutes, he keyed the button and talked, careful to keep his voice down. "Sniper five reporting in. All clear over here. No one seems to know that they're about to be attacked."

"Okay sniper five, keep us updated. Attack commences in one minute. I repeat, attack commences in one minute." The man on the other side of the walkie talkie said.

"Rodger. Over and out."

Joseph put down the walkie talkie and checked to make sure his sniper was full. It was. He slid the bolt back into place, looked through the scope, and waited.

Alphonse Went inside the Cafe' Using his stealth skills from the Rooftop, He then enters Inside the Cafe, Walks to Marcus and Says : What were You Thinking with that Plan ??

The team looked fully prepared. Marcus checked his Mosin one last time, along with his pistol and Tommy Gun. He would need everything at his disposal to accomplish this mission with the others. Alphonse walked over to Marcus, asking a question, but Marcus ignored him to busy to answer a question that needed no answer. It was the plan they were taking, and it was too late to change anything about it. They had worked on the plan for months, and this was the best layed out plan they had to really put a dent in the American forces in Victoria.

"Everyone ready?" Marcus asked holding his Tommy gun against his shoulder. His grizzly face was a bit dirty, but it would give him a better chance of staying unseen while in the shadows. Everyone looked and nodded, readying their weapons one last time before they moved out. Marcus knocked on the door, giving the signal to open the door. Everyone seemed a bit nervous, but that was usual. This was the biggest attack the Falcons had ever planned in the history of their creation. Marcus walked out, the guard looked at him with a smile, and a word of good luck. He shook their hands, and the team hurried out into the darkness. It was perfect, the moon was hidden behind some tall buildings, giving the team perfect shadows to work with while moving to their position. They did what they were trained to do, stick close to the buildings, staying out of the light and watching for any patrols.

It was dead silent all around, everyone was thinking about the mission at hand. The only sound was that of the clammering of feet against the pavement as they made their way to their first target. A police station. Marcus' heart beat fast and quick, no patrols were around at the moment. They were probably all gearing up to go out on another patrol. The perfect time to strike, all while the American soldiers were gearing themselfs up. They would be completely caught off guard when Falcons Militiamen and women came charging through their doors, guns at the ready, firing.

Marcus held up his hand, signaling for the whole group to halt. They did as instructed, everyone was nervous. Marcus looked around the corner of a building, and spotted a patrol of American soldiers in Combat Armor, smoking and laughing together. Everyone was completely silent, not a thing on them clanked or knocked against something else.

"Two guards, basic assault rifles to the left of the street. Its the police station for sure." Marcus said whispering down to the team. Everyone seemed to be at the ready, if they weren't it would be their last breath they took. The ground began to glow, Marcus looked up as saw that the moon was coming out of hiding from behind a cloud. He looked back at the team, and quickly back to the two guards standing around, still smoking and laughing together. Marcus waited a moment before he made his move. The two guards walked back into the police station, closing the door behind them.

"This is it, lets get this done quick and clean. No one dies. We still have other police stations and guard stations to attack." Marcus said with a bit of cheer in his voice. The team nodded with a smile, and followed Marcus down the moon lit street as they quickly surrounded the building. Everyone could hear the Americans inside laughing and talking about "Little America" being a push over. Marcus leaned up against the side of the door, the team was completely ready for this. He could tell in their eyes.

The door flew open, Marcus leaned inside still taking cover on the side of the door, peppering the soldiers with bullets with his Tommy Gun as they sat at the table shocked and quickly taken care of.

"MOVE MOVE MOVE!" Marcus ordered with everything he had. The police station was about two stories tall, they would have to clear the rooms quickly and carefully. The team rushed inside the police station, looking for targets. Marcus moved in after them, some took to the stairs others helped clear the ground floor. All around Victoria, the sudden sound of explosions and gunfire could be heard. The battle for Victoria had begun.

Alphonse Went up the stairs, Along with several other team members, he took out his .44 and Blew a Locked Door open, inside an American Soldier was interrogating a pair of Canadians, he Shot the American to the Leg. went near him and Punched his nose to knock him Unconscious. he Then Moved to Canadians And Freed them, an American Soldier Rushed to the Room from the back door, nearly at the Doorstep, Alphonse Closed the Door and started to escort the Canadians to safety...

Jonathan followed Marcus closely. They were barely making any sound as they walked through the streets of Victoria. Jonathan thought it was funny how even silence had it's own special sound.

His body filled with fear, a shiver went down his spine, he thought of the worst things that could happened but quickly remembered Hope for the best, prepare for the worst. Marcus ordered all of them to stop and they did. Jonathan saw Marcus look around the corner and look back at them.

The moon started to rise over all the buildings and an eerie dim light engulfed all of them. Marcus ordered them to keep moving and move they did. They stopped at the door of the police station and again they stopped. Marcus threw the door open and began to fire at the american troops. By the time Jonathan looked inside there was two soldiers dead on the ground.

"MOVE MOVE MOVE!" yelled Marcus and Jonathan rushed inside. He crouched down behind a desk and looked around. American soldiers came into the room from the left entrance but Jonathan quickly disposed of them. He shot in short bursts, Just like he was trained to do. He got up and ran towards another desk firing off a few more bursts at the incoming soldiers.

He squeezed the trigger again. "Click Click Click." The clip was empty so Jonathan reached down to his belt and took another clip. He inserted it in the gun and continued firing at the incoming soldiers. He yet again ran to another desk and tried to find any ammo on a dead soldier next to him. He had ammo but not anything Jonathan needed. He went up next to a door and quickly peeked inside.

The room had a few soldiers in it that had just picked up their equipment, Jonathan killed them off with his MP5 and went into the room. He heard some whimpering coming from behind a cot. He looked over and saw an american soldier cowering behind it. He felt sorry for him and was thinking whether he should kill him when the soldier removed his pistol and aimed it at Jonathan.

Jonathan quickly took the soldiers weapon and fired off a single round into his head. Jonathan looked around once more before yelling. "Left room clear!"

Alphonse Went down the stairs, he found a 10. mm Pistol on a Dead American's Body, He Took the Gun and Some ammo With it and Gave it to one of the Canadians, the Canadian Shouted : "Great, Now they'll know to not mess with Ned!". He then Left Marcus and Ran to the Armory. Alphonse Went after him, so did the Remaining Canadian. As they went down to the Armory, they heard Gunshots and a Sadistic Yell...

The Cold Corridors of the armory made shivers for Alphonse, he Slowly reached his AK and Holstered the .44 Magnum. Step by step, Walking Down the Corridors, Some Militants Were Looting What was Left, it all seemed so strange... The Canadian that Was Following Alphonse had Vanished... The Militants, Ignore their superior and Walk past him. Out in the Shadows, a Walkie Talkie Was Left on the Ground, he Walked to it, a message was being Read by it : "AMD Armored Unit Request Back up A.S.A.P ! We Are Heavily Out numbered, We're taking Heavy Casualties...". in a Mere Second the Batteries of Walkie Talkie Ended, and He Sensed a Gun Barrel Behind His Head...

He Had no Choice but to Surrender, but the Mysterious Gunner Said : "You Wish to Decline Your Orders Colonel?" a Strange Flash Started to Show In his eyes,"No this Can't be..." he was having a vision, a Mere Flashback from the Past... He Knew that this Was an Illusion, he Ran away and Entered a Room, then Injected the F.V Antidote into his Body. The Flashes Stopped, he thought : I Must be getting Delusional, this must be a Side-Effect of the F.V... but this, I Must Forget, I Should Find the Master Server, And Save those Canadians...

in that Room, Two Americans Lied on the Ground, in a Bath of Blood. they both died of two Shots to the chest and one in the Head. The Master Server Was in that Room, The Lock Was Already Opened...

Joseph waited. The moonlight was killing him, it was so bright, and he didn't have a ghillie suit on to help camouflage him. When the first group he could see started to get attacked, he took aim at whoever he thought was leading, and fired. One. Two. Three. Four Five. He thought in unison with his shots. At five, he slid the bolt open and put in another five rounds before closing it again. The walkie talkie was all confusion now as the snipers continued to call out information as fast as they could, trying to save some lives.

After about five minutes, Joseph had expended almost a third of his ammo. It didn't matter anymore, most of the fighting was taking place in buildings, or at least behind buildings.

Joseph was just starting to relax when he heard voices behind him. He turned as slowly as he could, trying to stay hidden, and saw two Americans running towards him, oblivious to his existence. He grabbed his pistol that was laying beside him and waited, hoping they wouldn't see him. They walked within fifteen feet of him, two preoccupied with getting to the fighting to even bother looking around. It would cost them.

As they got farther away, he took aim and downed one with a shot to the back, probably through the heart, and took aim at the other. As he turned, his face became clear in the moonlight. It was a face he had known well.

Michael and Joseph sat around the table and laughed as they exchanged stories and drank some beer they had found. They discussed anything that came to mind: girls, movies, even their soon enlistment to the army. "Have you heard about how bad it in in Alaska right now?" Asked Michael.

"No." Replied Joseph.

"Well, the reports say that it is so cold..." And on and on they talk, long through the night, old friends just talking with each other.

Michael was the man he saw through his sniper scope, he was sure of it. Frozen there, he watched as Michael turned around and started scanning for him.

Peter passed Edward his vodka.

"Only a swig, I'm going to need it later." Pete said half joking.

"And the names Peter." he said with a grin.

With that everyone began to move out, the time was upon them. Peter didn't even have time to get his vodka back although he trusted Edward would give it back. He followed the squad out the door and down the street hugging the walls of the building. The mood was tense and Peter had his shotgun out and ready. It was dark and he hoped that it would remain that way so they could keep the element of surprise. His heart began to beat faster as they closed in on their target and as Marcus signaled everybody to stop Pete felt like his heart was in his throat.

As they surrounded the door Peter could hear the Americans talking about Canada being a pushover.

"How Ironic" He thought.

Suddenly there was a burst of action. Marcus had opened the door and sprayed the room with bullets. Peter gripped his gun tightly and moved in. He took cover behind a desk and kept an eye on the stair case. Peter saw two soldiers clambering down to investigate what was going on. Pete then took aim and fired, hitting one of the Americans in the chest causing him to fire of his assault rifle wildly. The first American soldier fell to the ground but the second began to open fire on Pete. Peter then ducked down behind the desk and cocked his gun. He could hear the bullets of the assault rifle hitting the desk. The desk couldn't take much more punishment and he knew that. Peter returned with blind fire, placing his shotgun on the desk and shooting without looking.

The hail of bullets had stopped and Pete popped his head up to investigate. It was a lucky shot, the American was advancing towards the desk when Pete had stuck out his shotgun and fired. The American had his entire jaw ripped off as a result, he was dead even before he hit the ground. Peter stood up and yelled.

"Stair case is clear!"

Brigets heart was beating faster than it had ever beaten before as they stormed into the police station, she made the sign of the cross before rushing into the jail house, she took a left turn and followed around a corridoor, she came into the main foyer where americans were barricading themselves in.

"This could be difficult" She said wondering what to do.

Briget pulled out a frag grenade and wrapped her rosary beads around it, she pulled the pin and threw it towards the barricades, she heard an explosion and screams so she slung around the side of the door and started firing in, she wasnt very accurate, but in close quaters fighting like this you didnt have to be.

She emptied an entire clip into the room, but she still heard some yelling and orders coming from the other room, she looked around and saw that more men had come to fill the holes of the wounded, she saw a dead man lying down on the ground with sharpnel littering his chest and stomach, from the exploding wood furniture.

She saw men carrying off two wounded troopers. One was missing an arm and one had his hands over his eyes, screaming in pain. She pulled out one of her pistols and aimed it carefully, landing a shot right in the center of an americans chest, he fell to the ground with a thud. And like that the fire came back like torrents of hot lead showering down on a small tin roof.

Briget steadily reloaded her rifle with another clip and was ready to get away before, a bullet came through the wall and hit her right on her shoulder. She groaned out loud before grabbing another frag grenade and throwing it back in there. Again she heard screams and yells as the explosion rocked the entire police station.

She started to walk away with her rifle slung over her shoulder and her two pistols poised to fire, she didnt know where everyone else was in the building all she knew was that there were many americans boarding themselves into the lower levels, making a single person advancing almost impossible, especially with her wound.

She had heard someone, Peter, perhaps yell out that the stairway was clear so she decided to follow up, she saw a man with a missing jaw and another with a bleeding out chest, she walked up the stairs to the melodious sounds of gunfire, she held her hand over her wound, and saw a dead american with a stimpak, she grabbed it and injected it into her arm, and felt her arm heal over.

She heard more and more gunfire and lifted up her rifle again, she followed around to the sounds of gunfire and saw pete in cover firing back at some incoming americans, she noticed one coming around to their flank so she knelt down and let loose with a short 4 second burst of fire, downing the incoming american as blood gushed from his wounds.

"I got you covered Peter" she said, her head bustling with the endorphins from battle.

She continued to blanket the enemies in fire, before pulling out a flashbang and tossing it over to the entrenched americans, she gestured for pete to cover his eyes as the flashbang blew up, scorching her eyelids and most of the light still coming through them.

She looked around at the stumbling shambles of american troops as she opened fire on them, she heard yells from downstairs, she knew this police station well, she used to come here to visit her brother who was an officer, 3 levels, Two above ground one Underground, and a whole lot of guns.

"Lets get moving" she yelled to peter as another american soldier fell.
"We dont want to get Bogged down in a useless firefight." she said to him firing back at the remaining americans.

Edward

Edward chucked the Vodka into his bag, as he yelled out to Peter that he would return it later. There was no time now. As they approached the police station, he looked at it, feeling a sense of calmness wash over him. The building was the built the exact way that his station in Toronto. He felt like he was home. Then the moon came up and he got a better look. The Americans had made changes to it, and all of his calm feelings were gone, replaced with cold, concise rage.

As the others stormed the front of the building, he took the back. There was a hidden entrance out there for taking prisoners out of, so their enemies couldn't gun them down before they reached the transfer bus. The moonlight helped him make his way across the street, and into a alleyway which he ran down, until he reached the back of the building.

He climbed up a large, chain link fence, and carefully avoided the barb wire before dropping down onto the cement that covered the area out back of the station.

Feeling his way along the wall, he found a button, and pressed it in, opening a large, concealed garage door. There was a transfer bus in there, and some weapons, but that was it. He realized they would have guards down the hall way, to make sure no one entered through here, so he made a plan. Taking a grenade off of his belt, he readied it, before taking out his pistol. He fired a few shots down the hallway, and within thirty seconds there was three guards searching the garage for him. He took the pin out of his grenade, and let it cook for a little while, before throwing it at the bus. It exploded immediately, engulfing the Americans in flames. Some of the support structures though, were also taken out, and the roof would probably come down shortly. He ran through the garage, reaching the hallway, but the roof still held. He shrugged, and continued walking.

After reaching the end of the hallway, he began to hear footsteps coming towards him. Two Americans, coming to investigate the explosion. He ducked into a side room, and hid behind a desk, while the Americans neared. His heart pounded as they came closer and closer, and they finally reached the room, walking past it, their minds only focusing on the garage. He ducked out of cover, lifting his rifle as he leapt from the room. They started to turn, but he was too fast, shooting them both. One to the head and the other to the neck, killing them both instantly.

He ran back down the hallway, and climbed up the stairs, reaching the main floor. There was gunfire all around him, so he jumped into an alcove, kicking the trolley full of evidence out of his way. He stayed there for a while, picking off Americans that came past.

The team quickly spread out all over the building, breaking down doors and shoving rifle barrels in American's faces, just to blow them away a second later. Marcus was on the main floor, two others were with him, watching his back. the three quickly made their move to a locked door, that was blocked or jammed. Marcus looked at the others, his heart was pounding with excitment. In the distance, gunfire was erupting all over the place. Joyce's team seemed to be doing their job since no American troops were coming their way at the moment. Explosions sounded all around Victoria, with a loud echo. Louie was a man of word and reason, but he loved his demolition, and everyone could tell with all the rapid explosions going on one after the other.

"Get that [censored] door open!" Marcus said in a rushed tone of voice. The two men looked at him, and started smashing the door with a large table leg that had been broken off. Whatever was blocking and jamming the door was dislodged as one of the men fell forward a bit with the weight. Marcus and the other charged in quickly, two soldiers were huddled in a corner shaking and holding up their hands. The Militiamen stood with their guns ready, but looked at Marcus awaiting his order. He didn't think twice about it, and unleashed a hail of bullets into both of the soldiers. His face flashed with light as the rounds rushed out of the barrel. He replaced his drum, and smacked in another in placing the empty drum in his bag.

"Take what we can use from this room and the others. Lets hurry and clean this place up." Marcus said walking out, and heading up stairs. The ground floor was almost completely cleared, the upstairs was giving them the most trouble it seemed. Marcus ran up, and saw a door that didn't seemed to have been checked. He opened the door slowly, and was suddenly kicked backwards as a man fired his 10mm pistol straight at Marcus' chest. He fell backwards onto the floor, the wind had been knocked out of and he was gasping for air in each hard inhale. The man stood up, and walked out of the room standing above Marcus going for the kill. It felt like he had been kicked in the chest by a mule, Marcus didn't know if he was dying, but it sure felt like it. The man raised his 10mm pistol at Marcus' head, his finger ready on the trigger. He had a dirty grin on his face, but the man would never escape with his life.

"Your uprising is finished." The man said with a smirk. Marcus caught his breath, grasping for another deep breath of air when the sound of a machinegun erupted, and the man fell to his side, his face clentched in agony and blood spray from his neck and bloody mist erupting from his ribs and arm. Marcus quickly got to his feet, the man was holding his neck. Marcus was breathing hard, still catching his breath. He looked and saw one of the men from the bottom floor. He nodded in thanks, and unholstered his HI-Power looking at the man gurgaling on his blood.

"No my American friend. This uprising is just the beginning." Marcus said firing one round into the man's temple, killing him instantly. Marcus felt his chest, and could feel the bullet pressed flat against his kevlar vest. Marcus examined it a moment, holding it up in the dim light. He smiled, and placed it in his pocket.

"Are you ok, sir?" The man asked in shock.

"Yeah, lets get back downstairs. We've got other places to hit." Marcus replied as the two hurried downt he stairs. The team was just cleaning up now, they had to gather what could be useful for the resistance before they left. "Everyone gather what is necessary for us in our fight: Ammo, Food, Medicine, and whatever else. You've got ten minutes." Marcus began gathering some things with the others. Their next target would be more or less the same, but new targets. One of the main Guard stations, located in the center of the city. It would be a true fight.

The time was 12:35am, the beginning of a new dawn was in hand.

Peter decided to venture upstairs, adrenaline was pumping through him like wild fire. He ran up the stairs brandishing his shotgun. The upstairs room was another office filled with desks and battle ready Americans. Peter flipped over desk, pulled out his eagle and began rapidly firing in the direction of the Americans. Although he wasn't a crack shot he had enough aim and ammo to take down a couple of the soldiers.

Suddenly 4 bursts of fire came from the staircase. Peter turned to his left and prepared to fire, he realised just in time that it was Briget who was firing. She looked a bit distressed and pale. Pete then turned to the right and saw an American soldier with his guts hanging out of him.

"Thanks!" Peter yelled to Briget.

He then saw her throw a flash bang and gesture for him to get down. Peter hadn't experience the effects of a flash bang before. The light was so intensely bright even with his hands over his eyes and the noise was deafening. He opened his eyes and saw Briget opening fire on the dazed Americans, Peter let off a round from his shotgun to help out. All Peter could hear was the high pitched scream of the flash bang. He took a moment and sat down, he needed to gather himself. The thought of taking the life away from people was beginning to hit him. Briget then said something to make him snap out of it.

"Lets get moving. We don't want to get bogged down in a useless firefight."

She was right it was kill or be killed and just sitting here would ensure the death of both them.

"You take point I'll follow your lead, that flash bang took it out of me." Peter spoke with a smile.

"I just hope we are close to taking this place, I need a drink." He joked.

"Yea, i think the place has been relitively cleared, The Gunfire has died down" she said wearily walking through the coridoors, her eyes still a bit scorched from the flashbang and its affect on her.

Bothe she and pete were silent for the rest of the excursion into the heart of the police station, most rooms were just empty with maybe some stimpaks or other meds in them, after they had done a full scan of the top level and all of its rooms they decended the stairs past the dead.

"Im going to go check out the rest of the floor" Briget said leaving Pete to go about his buisness

She came around to the area that the americans had barricaded, corpses littered the rooms, she walked through with her pistols in hand, searching for anyone still alive, she came into a room that had been scorched by a grenade, she walked through the warm arches, still with some small embers, she came in and heard some coughing.

She swung around with her two pistols poised to shoot, she saw a middle aged man in the corner with his stomach hanging out, he was coughing up blood and knocking on deaths door. She raised her pistols too his head and stayed a good distance away from him.

"Kill, Me, Canadian Scum!" he said spitting up blood.
"Do you repent?" she said holstering one of her guns
"What?" he said coughing up some more blood
"Do you repent??" She said louder to the dying soldier
"And why would i do that?" he said slouching closer to the ground
"To be forgiven." briget said taking out some rosary beads
"You can kiss my all american ass, [censored]" he said pulling out a pistol

Briget quickly let out some shots into his chest, killing him, without remorse. As she walked away from the dead american soldier she said a quick prayer to herself, pressing the rosary beads against her lips before putting them back in her pocket.

She came back to the main foyer, and stood next to Marcus.

"All of the ground floor is cleared, Sir, As is the Top level." she said saluting him.

Al Walked Towards the Master Server, it was Behind a Small Glass Room inside the Room he was in But it's door has already been breached. Al sat on the chair behind the computer, Turned it on. the Server Required a Specific Password, Al Entered : "USAFAID150", it was incorrect, a Text was Shown : You have 2 Attempts Left. Al Wrote : "USAFARI150D". It was incorrect, again. Al Left the seat and Walked to one of the American Corpses, He searched the Bodies, but there were no signs of Anything Related to The Master Server. He searched again, this time he Found an ID Card, it belonged to one of the Dead Americans. Al Read the ID Card :

United States Armed Forces Anti Revolution Infantry 150th Division
Corporal James Johnson
Soldier ID : 1373153
Battalion ID : 1373001
Command Post ID : 13761373001

Al Thought The Password Might Ly within These Lines, I Must Give one of them a Try..., Al returned to the Master Server and Sat on the Chair again, He thought Now which one might the Password Be, oh God, Better Try than Not try..., Al Entered : "13761373001", the Server Replied : "Password is Correct, Welcome Commander." Al Thought Thank God, Now where is their File Database Located, Let's See, They have a Database For Criminals, One for Recent Military Excavations, one for Canadians... "Argh", "Computer, Search the Database For Files with the Word Weapons as a Part of it...", The Server Searched the Database and After a Few Moments It Provided Alphonse With the List He Wanted, Alphonse Took out a Simple USP from his Belt-Bag and Transferred the Data To it, Data transfer was Done after a Minute and Al Packed the USB and Picked up AK to get Out of there and Go back to the Team, But as He Was doing that, He Heard Footsteps, and they Were Getting Closer...

Jonathan slowly came out of the room while reloading his MP5. He walked over to the next door and slowly opened it. Inside there was what seemed like a small armory. We can use some of these. He looked at the desk. There were rounds strewn all over a desk and Jonathan searched for any 5.56mm ammo. He found a few clips and stashed them in his pack. He also took a few ammo belts for Harley and 9mm clips for his Beretta.

The rest of the armory was filled with different kinds of weapons and weapon accessories. He took a few silencers, slings, lights and different types of sights and scopes and also put them in his pack.

Jonathan stepped out of the room while attaching a reflex sight and a silencer. He looked in various rooms but each was already empty or cleared out.

He went back to the entrance and shouted out to everyone. "Hey guys I have a few things for you!" Other Militia members came and started taking some of the things he took from the armory. All the items were gone in a few minutes so Jonathan went back to get more. There were only a few items left in the armory so he took the rest and went back to pass it out to the people that didn't get any.

It was show time? He locked and loaded his assault rifle and followed the others out into the street. After Marcus gave the green light, they all piled into their first target, breaking away in groups to clean the police station out. They all worked as fast as they could, hitting as hard as they could. Ben could usually be found with his back against a wall giving cover fire for those in front.

Since the team Marcus had assembled was so varied with people of all ages, experience and mind sets, Ben chose to refrain from the front line so that he could observe peoples tactics, downfalls and reactions to situations. He wasn't about to get himself killed by putting his faith in someone who he barely knew and, for all he knew, might have never even fired a gun before. The militia needed all the help they could get after all? The only person he trusted watching their back was him.

The team was doing surprisingly well though, a few minor casualties but nothing major. His faith in his new brothers and sisters was increasing the longer he spent in the field with them. We might even win this after all, Ben thought to himself?

As the group pushed forward down a large hallway, he heard a few voices from a room to his left? Ben looked at the people he was with, then looked at the door and slowly edged towards it assault rifle poised?

He tried the handle and the door was open so he quickly opened the door just enough for it to be safely kicked, grabbed his assault rifle with both hands and kicked the door with a bang as it swung on it's hinges and hit the wall.

Inside were two American officers, unarmed and panicking trying to get out the window. As he came in, one was half in and half out of the window, and the other saw him come in and had ran to the corner and started cowering uttering feeble words of "Please, Please, we are unarmed, spare us!" The first man tried ever harder to get out the window. The window was never designed to open fully so he found himself trapped.

Ben was suddenly engulfed in emotional rage and turned around and headed for the door?

He proceeded to check the hallway for any of his team but none were around. He then closed the door, locked it behind him and then turned around embracing the scenario.

He walked over to the man trying to get out of the window and pulled him back through and hurled him to the left side of the room. The man hit the floor with a thud, got up and started running for the door. Ben aimed his assault rifle and with one shot, hit him in the leg. The man fell to the floor with a loud cry of distress and proceeded to hold his leg with both hands.

Ben started walking over to him and then he again, tried for the door, this time dragging himself along the floor leaving a trail of blood behind him. Ben took another shot, this time at his arm as the man reached for the door handle. The man let out another cry of pain? Ben dragged him to the other side of the room, opposite to that of the other man and propped him against the wall. After doing so he slung the assault rifle over his shoulder and grabbed a desk and started pushing it towards the bleeding American.

Mean while the other officer was watching the whole thing in fear. He didn't want to put a single breath out of place in case this gas masked nightmare turned on him. Ben pushed it pretty much on top of the bleeding officer, grabbed him by the hair, pulled his head up a bit inline with the desk and with a slam, pinned him to the wall with the desk. He wasn't going anywhere?

Ben then turned around and headed towards the other officer?

"? Please? Let me go?" uttered the shaking officer.
"No?" Ben replied?
"?Please I won't tell anyone I ever saw you..."
"You haven't seen me anyway" Ben said through his gas mask
"I just want to see my family"
"?family?" Ben grabbed him by the neck with his left hand and lifted him up against the wall almost lifting him off the floor? "DON'T YOU DARE TALK TO ME ABOUT FAMILY!" The man whimpered and moaned while half struggling to breathe, Ben's grip tightening around his neck? With his other hand Ben punched him clean round the face sending him flying to the left side of the room? He picked him up again and threw him into a book shelf on the other side of the room, causing everything to fall off it. Ben removed his combat knife from his sheath on his left side and picked up the man, slamming the knife into his leg, and twisting as he uttered the words, "You took everything I had? give me one good reason why I shouldn't return the favour?" the man screamed in pain as the knife moved around inside him. After a while, the man fainted with the pain and collapsed in a heap below him? Unsatisfied, Ben took out his gun and shot him in the head? Worthless?

He walked over to the other man to find that he was dead? Loss of blood? Concussion? Either way they got what they deserved? Or did they?

Ben stared at his destruction, and got lost in his head for a second? He felt horrified by his actions but strangely unsatisfied. He unlocked and opened the door, turned around and embraced his work before turning off the light and closing the door behind him? He walked down the corridor, assault rifle in both hands heading back to rendezvous with his team of liberators?

?And thus closed the first chapter of a bitter sweet revenge?

...I am Alpha and Omega, the beginning and the end...

After the team had gathered what could be useful in the Police Station, and killed the Americans that stood in their way, Marcus rounded them all up to move out. He ordered two of the Militiamen to set some charges in rooms before they moved out. It was a precautionary messure, to make sure the Americans couldn't use this Police Station any longer. The two men, quickly unvailed from one of their bags, some high explosives that the Falcons had captured months before, just for an occasion like this. The ran through out the Police Station, while the rest including Marcus, stood guard outside behind cover to make sure no patrols came. It was silent, sorta, gunfire and explosions continued all around Victoria. Most of the explosions were grenades of different kinds going off, the loudest being the echo of Frag's as they exploded in the streets and alleyways.

The two men walked out, both had a smile on their face. Marcus looked at them, one had the detonaitor in his hand, and was ready to push the button.

"Ok everyone lets move out." Marcus ordered as they got a safe distance from the Police Station. Everyone was watching as the man with the detonaitor pressed the button. It was a second before the high explosives inside the Police Station, exploded in order of when they were placed. Fire shot out of windows and ventalation pipes and vents. The building crumbled in some places, giving way for other pieces of the building to crumble as well. Marcus patted the man on the back, smiling at him and then turning to the others. Everyone was amazed at the huge explosion. It was like a huge fireworks factory going up in flames.

"Let's start out!" Marcus ordered again, as the team followed him into the shadows of Victoria. The moon lit streets were a constant hassle during night missions. But night was the best time for a operation like this one. It caught the Americans off guard, and always made them uneasy, and afraid to go to sleep in their "safe" and "secure" outposts. They took an alley that Marcus knew was almost a direct shot towards the Guard Station.

"Everyone keep an eye out and their guns ready. This is going to be trickier than the Police Station." Marcus said stopping at the end of the alley. He checked the corners, it seemed safe. No sound of tanks or armored cars were coming, and no lights were being shinned onto the street. Marcus smiled, and gave the order for the first couple of Militiamen to cross the street quickly, over to the other alley. It seemed like the mission was going to be perfect. They had suffered no casualties. Maybe a couple of injuries, but not enough to put the person out of action. The small team quickly began to cross, Marcus would be one of the last with the others.

After exiting the building, Ben turned around with his assault rifle relaxed by his side in one hand and embraced the beauty of the fireworks. The beauty wasn't within the explosions as Ben had no desire for fire, but within the symbol and the statement they were making.

This was a message to all Americans and Canadians in Victoria. To the Canadians it was a symbolic message of hope dedicated to the day they fought for their freedom but for the Americans, it was one of fear reading, "We are coming for you, one by one..."

Ben turned and followed somewhere in the middle of the group, neither wanting to be first nor last. Marcus was symboling people to cross the street to the next destination but Ben peeked his head round the corner and had a look... strange he thought to himself... Gunfire and explosions polluting the air with noise and not a single damned soul responding from such a strategically beneficial position...

Ben turned to Marcus, removing his gas mask so that Marcus could see his eyes and said, "This doesn't seem right... It's quiet... Too quiet... Are you sending your lambs to the slaughter? You are our shepherd and in you we trust, but I for one will not die today... May I request that i take a small party of your choosing round the back of the building to flank the enemy?"