Hey everyone! This is my second story. My first one isn't complete yet, but this story was stuck in my head for a long time, I needed to get it out. Please R&R. Well in joy...

Prologue

War. War is what mankind has done for centuries. Fighting. Fighting against ourselves for power, land, money, and for… freedom. Freedom. Freedom is what we all desire. Freedom is what we need to survive. Freedom is given, not earned. And one organization is planning on doing just that. Hundreds of the most skilled men from that army from all around the world have come to make this dream a reality. These men have been sent over to places that needed their help. The process is slow, but effective. One person at a time. And as everyone knows, things like this aren't always this easy. It all started with a young man and his dog coming back from his mission on the outskirts of New York City…

Chapter 1

The roads were clear. People moved out due to their mission. The only thing on the road was an army jeep vehicle. In the jeep were Pvt. Tucker and his dog Max. Tucker had the original army clothing anyone in the army would wear. Only that it had two 'F's facing each other symbolizing the Freedom Fighters Organization. Everyone agreed that the name was corny, but had a nice ring to it. His dog Max, a Husky, all grey except for the muzzle and paws were black and his belly was white. And like every dog, had his head out the window felling the wind blowing through his fur.

As Tucker drove down the empty streets of New York City, he thought of all the missions he had to do in the past month. All of them required him and his team to stop fights and little wars from breaking out across NYC. There was one last week that was the worst. Down near Center City, a gang fight broke out and got out of hand. Both gangs refused to cooperate with his team and even threatened civilians as the triangle of people pointed their guns at each others groups. When it ended, both gangs were either shot or arrested along with three shot civilians and one wounded. Two of his team mates were severely wounded. The grimacing thoughts appeared on his face the more he thought. Max, upon feeling his masters' discomfort, brought his head back in and barked.

The bark took him out of his thoughts and looked at Max. "Sorry boy, I just can't stand the feeling of someone killing incident people." Max barked again. "Yeah, I know I should forget the past and look to the future." Again Max barked. Tucker rubbed Max's head, "You know just how I feel and how to make me feel better." Maxs' tongue hung to the side of his muzzle, looking as if he was smiling.

"Go .2 miles and take a right on Broadway Ave." said a female voice. Tucker's attention was brought back to the road due to the GPS. "Take a right on Broadway Ave."

'Thank God for the GPS. I would have gotten lost in this city' thought Tucker. "Want to listen to some tunes Max?" Max barked which Tucker took as a yes and turned on the radio. He turned the knob to the station he liked. "Star 99.1, perfect!" His favorite station, which played some of his favorite artists like Jeremy Camp, Casting Crowns and News Boys.

They've been driving for the past hour back to their base when the radio started cutting out. "Aww, come on! Not in the middle of my favorite song!" Things started going down hill from here. The GPS kept recommitting, but showed the same rout he was taking. Next were the jeeps lights, internal and external. "What the hell's going on?" Suddenly, the dashboard started sparking and arcs of electricity crawled on the dashboard. Max tucked his head under his paws as a flash of light flashed. Tucker raised his arm in front of his eyes o shield from the light. Then he felt like he was drifting away and knew no more not before hearing "Arrived at destination."

How is it? Tell me if I need to make any changes. Please Reveiw.