There had recently been a few alleged bombings just outside of Boston. Originally the bombings had been thought to be a few locals blowing stuff up just for a laugh. Locals had become concerned after hearing multiple explosions over the span of a week, fearing it might be another terrorist attack. The police were sent out to investigate, but found nothing.

Over the next few weeks on the outskirts of other major cities explosions were heard. Alfred was told to investigate the most recent bombing sight, Los Angeles. He was told to take a small squadron of Marines, set up camp just outside the city, and figure out what the hell was going on.

"Everything seems to be in tip top shape here," Alfred says, slapping Jacob on his shoulder.

"Just what the hell do you think happened?" Jacob asks, throwing his supplies in his tent.

"Don't know yet, but I guess we'll find out soon enough," Alfred says, nodding at the Marine. He turns on his heel and starts walking back to his tent.

"Evenin' Jones," one of Alfred's Marines, Aiden, says as he walks up to him, throwing an arm around his shoulder. "Me an' a couple other boys are wanntin' to go get somethin' to drink. Since nuttin was happenin'. Just go into town a toss a few back. Whaddya say?" Aiden was a brute of a man who towered over everyone. If you didn't know him by his curly hair, and gruff face would make you think he was a woodsman.

"Look-" Something in the distant rumbled.

"The hell was that?" one Marine shouts.

"Lieutenant Jones!" Alfred turns, the voice an unfamiliar one. "Lieutenant!" the voice sounded desperate. A man stumbles into Alfred's view, bent over, hands on his knees, gasping for breath. "Sir," He states, standing up straight, saluting Alfred.

"What is it?

"Alfred, did you hear that?" the same Marine shouts.

Ignoring his Marine he turns his attention to the stranger, "Who are you?"

"Sgt. Eli Moore, Sir, with the Delta Forces. I was sent here to tell you that another explosion was sighted not a mile from here."

"You do know that explosion happened not two minutes ago," Alfred mutters, looking at this scrawny, little man, who claimed to be in the Delta Forces.

"Yes sir, I do. My squad spotted a few German troops lurking around. I was told to notify you."

"That's why we're here." Alfred states, standing to his full height, there is something he doesn't like about this man.

"I know sir, we were sent as back up." Eli says, his breath steadying.

"I wasn't told of this." Alfred says. He was hurt. "There is a reason I'm sending you," The General said, "You have the skills to figure this out," he said. So much for that.

"Sir, there are Germans lurking about. Don't you think we should do something about this?"

Narrowing his eyes Alfred sighs and looks to Aiden, "I want you to go back and tell the others I'm heading into the city. I have some business to attend to. After that, I want you to go with Eli and figure out what's happening."

"Sir."

"Very good."

Despite the recent bombings the city was bustling. All the neon lights were flashing, which put a dull ache in the back of his head. Anyone of these passersby could be the terrorist. It pissed Alfred off to no end that the General would send backup without telling him. That and the fact that a certain German he knew has the nerve to start bombing his cities, just when their relations are starting to improve.

All the city lights were blurring together, everyone looks the same, the skyscrapers all morphed into one. He didn't even know if this Delta Trooper was a Delta troop, or if he was telling the truth. So why is he so pissed off?

Angrily punching the number into the payphone Alfred puts the receiver to his ear. "Hallo?"

"Ludwig I need to meet with you immediately."

"Ja, what's wrong?"

"Where are you right now?"

"Home, why?"

"Meet me in New York on the 15th."

"No, I have-"

"Don't care." Alfred says as he hangs up. He sighs and puts the heels of his hands over his eyes. He hadn't thought this one through. If Ludwig isn't bombing him, he'd probably get the crap beat out of him. The man was twice his size and scary enough without all the muscle that was packed on him.

He'd have to call Arthur.