Greenland. The morning sun was just a few hours old as its light painted a white landscape that could be seen for a few short miles as some points on the ice cap had resembled mountains making the horizon impossible to see. 10 miles from Greenland's east coast a certain section of the ice had been melting over the years creating reasonable size lake just smaller than half the size of Lake Michigan. Soon the water level grew high enough to flow out and into the North Atlantic Ocean. Despite its beauty this section of the island seemed inhospitable. At the point where the river comes out of the lake was a series of buildings as white as their natural surroundings. One would guess that they were research buildings visited by scientists from around the world. They would be wrong.

The name of this facility was Chandelier. It was a massive arsenal and a major stopping point for U.N. troops going overseas. The layout was a circle. 7 warehouses encircled what seemed to be a large sniper rifle longer than the Sears Tower is tall. Actually that's sort of what it was. The Chandelier cannon was constructed to be used as a means to stop any terrorists from using a nuclear weapon should they be obtained.

Because of the remote location security at Chandelier was rather light. If someone from the "outside" were to learn of this it could be quite catastrophic. As luck would have it a spy working for a British terrorist group known as INSF had studied the facility during his visits and soon the day came when INSF along side with former CIA operatives and Soviet KGB had blown down instead of knocking on the main entrance to Chandelier.

The base was top secret so the fact that it was taken over could not be revealed to the general public. Governments worldwide began negotiating with the terrorists controlling Chandelier knowing full well that they now had the power to hold the world ransom. A dream come true for any terrorist. The axiom of takeovers with evil intentions is that there will always be someone attempting to counter them. Days after the taking of Chandelier the world was preparing to give into the demands of these goons but things were about to change.

The sun had just set in Greenland. The Aurora Borealis was dancing in the night sky slightly distracting the guards. A pair of night vision goggles was locked on the guards at the entrance as they blissfully took in the beauty of the Aurora. Soon bliss was transformed into slight pain and then an early rest session. Both guards out cold. Soon a layer of clouds had completely blocked out the view of the Aurora. With the light show gone the guards went back to their rounds. A higher ranked guard was keeping himself updated with the other guards by called out their names on the two way radio. Soon the two guards at the front were called. No answer. Again he called out and got no answer. As he was about to call for back up an old potato bag that had a small section of it dowsed in chloroform had quickly been placed over his head. Lights out. He was bound and his clothes completely removed. This process had continued for the next several minutes. At the main hangar the heads of the operation were planning which cities to target should the world not meet up with there demands. It was more like the atrium to an upscale hotel. Pictures had decorated the sky blue walls of all the achievements the world had made in the quest for total peace. It would seem that the peace was about to be shattered. Something did in fact shatter. But it wasn't peace. A loud bang followed by several others had rung throughout the base. The glass in the main hangar shattered violently then a section of the hanger caved in crushing many of the inhabitants inside. When the leaders came around they gasped in horror and in anger as they witnessed the destruction of the Chandelier cannon. It had now laid in a pile of metal rendering their plans useless. They frantically called for the guards. There was no answer. Fire had lit the sky around Chandelier so bright it could be seen through the cloud layer from passing airliners above. Smoke had made visibility down to almost zero. As the agents were preparing for retreat two of them were greeted with a rifle butt to the skull. Another knock out. Panic had now risen to the wanting of their mothers. It was a rather pathetic scene. The only vehicle that could take them out of the base fast was buried underneath the wreckage of the Chandelier cannon. With guns drawn they made a circle trying to find the shooter. Only 4 men had remained. Nervously they keep on looking around but would soon stop as a concussion grenade kissed the boot of one of them exploding and sending all 4 men to the ground in a daze. 3 out of the 4 were again met with rifle butts. After coming to the head of the INSF was not quite sure what to make of what he was starring at. A figure with a half spherical viewing port for a head covered in winter gear.

"Don't you just love the irony?" said the mysterious figure. "This based was taken over due to the lack of guards. I would have figured you dumb-asses would have learned from their mistakes."

The leader drew his gun but was quickly met with a punch to the face. Landing flat on his back he held his face for a minute or two in pain.

"Who or what the hell are you?" he asked rather loudly.

The mystery shooter replied with "Although this location is not the appropriate place to bear my name I have been called a demon and many other things but I am most commonly know as…Desert Punk."

"Desert Punk? What kind of ridiculous name is…."

Before he could finish he was finally sent to sleep with the back of a shotgun. The flames had reached large fuel tanks that refueled aircraft. The explosion caused huge cracks to be formed in the ice. The heat cause the ice to melt at an alarming rate. The base was taking on water fast.

"Well time to run like a little bitch!" thought Desert Punk.

Sprinting across the wreckage of what were now collapsed buildings a wall of water almost large enough to be classified as a tsunami chased after Desert Punk yet somehow he was able to keep his distance from the wave that were claiming the remains of Chandelier. In order to not drag out the running scene Desert Punk makes it out, takes a snowmobile to the beach, and takes a small Navy Seal type rubber boat heading towards the direction of a large sea vessel waiting for him.