"...Record on..."

"This is Staff Sergeant Andrew Willis, serving as emergency secretary for the Board of the Judiciary Council of Griffin and Kreuger."

Secretary Willis' voice echoed reverberated in the small concrete room serving as a Trial Room.

The emergency Secretary spoke into the recorder "The trial for Tactical Doll number one-zero-three will now start."

The square room contained a long wooden table accompanied by six chairs accordingly seated by six people, a single chair in the middle of the room and four guards situated in all four corners. In the center chair sat one Tactical Doll, awaiting her demise.

The leftmost Judge spoke first- "Tactical Doll one-zero-three. UMP-45" he paused, "You and three other Tactical Dolls were caught inside of the headquarters of the 2nd Battalion of the 3rd Assault Division trying to assassinate Lieutenant Colonel Oleh Raymond and Major Karl Festung around oh-one-hundred twenty-seven hours." he eyed at the submachine gun "Is this not true?"

UMP-45 did not answer

The first Judge sternly asked again.

"... Yes, Squad four-zero-four attempted to assassinate high value targets" Forty-five responded.

Now the second Judge, who spoke in a rather thick accent piped up, "Tactical Doll one-oh-one - UMP-9- told us that your all under mercenary contract." he took out a pipe from under his coat "Now who would that be, SF or some other PMC group that hates us?"

Forty-five remained silent, only answering yes or no at questions that were worthy of an answer for the next thirty minutes.

The last of the Judiciary Council Member - the rightmost one - finalized the submachine gun's trial

"Since we're in a pinch here, wasting time and all, the Judiciary Council have decided to enact MTS 20341-54."

He then pulled out pieces of paper and a stamp from his briefcase and proceeded to stamp them one by one.

"Tactical Doll number one-zero-three, UMP Forty-five, due to lack of manpower and combat efficiency in this sector you shall be sentenced to combat work in Independent Combat Company 0203."

Secretary Willis perked up after hearing the company

"Due to circumstances of this "Squad 404" being a mercenary group, you will be closely monitored and supervised personally by the Company Commander. This trial is now adjourned."

"Wait" the sentenced doll spoke up "Where are my squad members, my sister?"

"Tactical Doll numbers; one-oh-one, one-twenty-two and sixty-five are all sentenced the same as you, but they're in support duty other than you." Stated Willis

The Judge with the pipe spoke up "Normally, we'd disassemble mercenary dolls like you but best be glad we're desperate for firepower in this sector." he chuckled

"Your sentence is effective as of right now. Guards, escort her to the helipad."

Somewhere along the borderlands

"Forty-seven, uugh... haaa" A tired T-doll was crawling her way to cover as rounds flew over her head "Their... ugh... nest is right in front of me... third window from the right."

"Alright! Forty, get to cover quick me and Sten will handle this." The Kalashnikov shouted "Sten I'll cover you, get close and blast them to kingdom come!"

The British submachine gun nodded and immediately ran from cover to cover as AK-47 sprayed the building in 7.62 mm rounds. Right in front of the nest's blind spot, Sten brought out her grenades and hurled them inside the window immediately running back to the extraction zone. Kalashnikov gave a smile as she loaded another mag in.

"Great job comrade. Let's go, the birds are here!" she shouted as the whirring of helicopter blades grows louder

Czechoslovak machine pistol, vz. 61 or Škorpion, rushed over to the damaged submachine gun

"See what you got yourself into? Sheesh MP 40, trying to impress the Commander..." the German submachine gun's face gushed in red while Škorpion chuckled as she dragged her to the extraction point.

By the side doors of the extraction vehicle - an old UH-1 Huey - M60 and her dummy sprayed rounds all over the edge of the town as a horde of Dinergates poured from inside the town.

"Get in you slow pieces of scrap metal we don't have all day!" the American machine gun screamed.

The Huey immediately lifted off as the last of the dolls climbed aboard.

"Uuuuugh, remind me why are we riding this hunk of junk?" Questioned Škorpion

"One, we have logistics problems and two, we're the most under equipped independent company in this entire sector now shut it!" nagged an angry MP 40

"Woah, woah there easy comrade. Mind your body right now" Kalashnikov calmed her down. Among the rest of the echelon, the German submachine gun bit the dust hard with most of her joints broken after the SF MG nest ambushed them.

Minutes passed by in the Huey, everyone being quiet. Sten was looking after MP 40, Kalashnikov and M60 were watching the ground below to watch for any ambushes that might befall on the chopper and Škorpion fell asleep on her seat

Silence was broken after the pilot said that they were gonna land as the Company Headquarters came into view

The echelon except for Kalashnikov immediately went to the repair facilities as soon as the Huey landed.

"Wow, that's strange they're usually not in a hurry for repairs." remarked one person

"Ah comrade Commander!" a shocked AK jumped "I didn't expect you waiting for us." she said, in a most excited manner.

The Company Commander gave a hearty laugh "Go get some repairs, Top brass said they're sending us a new doll."

AK-47 gave a salute, then immediately tried to catch up to her echelon.

"Over this mountain is the operational headquarters for Independent Company 0203, back at Hill 92 we call 'em the "Mad Company""

a cuffed UMP 45 gave a confused look at Staff Sergeant Willis' remark

"Trust me, you'll know why they're called that in your first OP." the Staff Sergeant smiled.

The Black Hawk's doors opened and UMP-45 backed by two armed guards and Staff Sergeant Willis got out of the chopper, greeted by a lone man in a non-standard dress.

"Welcome back to Black Coffee mountain Staff Sergeant Willis." the lone man neared the Black Hawk "O ho ho ho, oh my dear Grenadier Andrew Samuel Willis is all grown up now!" he said as if Willis was his son

"How long has it been, two? three years? anyway, what brings you to our cozy cabin?" the lone man asked

Willis sighed, dismissing the embarrassing remark "We're here to deliver your Tactical Doll, Captain."

"Ah, I didn't expect Top to send me stuff as soon as possible!"

UMP 45 was brought forward to the Captain, the submachine gun observed her new "Contractor" from head to toe, he was wearing different clothes from the rest of the soldiers. Instead of some fancy camouflage dress and trousers, this Captain was wearing what looks like to be a very old-school military dress. His dress was of a dark grey color with blue-green tint on it, different from the pixelated digital camouflage Staff Sergeant Willis and her two armed guards were wearing.

The two officers had already ended their conversation, the guards took off her cuffed and and handed her a briefcase with her gun inside it. Before leaving, Willis whispered into her ear "As a person who has experience serving in this Company, I advise you to not drink beer he hands out."

The Black Hawk lifted off and left, leaving the submachine gun and the Captain alone.

I advise you to not drink beer he hands out.

"That was weird." she remarked

"What was weird?" asked the Captain who was looking right at her

'He's looking at me with such cold intent I've never seen before' Thought 45, her mind was going crazy saying that this man in front of her was a huge red flag

"Welcome to Company Zero-two-oh-three. Merc." he smirked.

Shit, I need to find Nines and the rest as soon as possible.