Kagami Hiiragi and Tsukasa Hiiragi were walking together with their friend, Konata Izumi. Chatting about TV, anime, manga, books, and video games. They continued walking, unaware of what would happen.

"And, in the last part of the manga I read, Yellow started to go on a quest to save Red!" Konata explained.

"Cool." Tsukasa said.

"I wasn't listening." Kagami confessed.

"C'mon oneechan, I know you were listening!" Tsukasa giggled innocently.

"Yeah Kagamin." Konata smiled like a cat.

From a distance away

A UCA sniper using old FBI combat gear with a M29R-MK1 sniper rifle lay on a nearby rooftop. The side of the gun read 'Jimmy's Shot,' and he was named Jimmy. He looked through the scope and saw Konata's smile.

'What a shit-eating grin.'

"Pay attention." A growling voice said behind the sniper.

"Y-Yes sir, O.M.E.G.A. 125A, sir!" Jimmy stuttered.

Meanwhile, a van parked a half a block behind the Ryoo High School. Soon after it parked, the van started to shake violently. A buzz saw blade came through the space between both the doors. The doors flew open, and someone fell out.

"Gah!" A man in a business suit fell out of the van.

"Klutz." His partner commented.

"Damn you." The first one growled.

"Whining loser." The second one said cruelly.

"What's that supposed to mean?!" Yelled the first one as he tried to punch his partner, only to get hit with a wrench in the leg.

"Both of you bakas, shut up!" Their commander ordered. "Jon, the Gods are you doing?"

"Hm?" Another man in a business suit asked. "Making sure our tactical vests and kalver vests are ready. All of you have full clips?" He reloaded his P22 silenced pistol.

The first two loaded their SUGs, their commander reloaded his dual UZIs. The commander made a hand signal, meaning 'masks on.' They complied and they put on bandanas, opera masks, and doge masks.

"When did you become Japanese?" Jon asked, only to be hit in the face with a wrench. Thankfully, he was wearing a helmet.

"Don't try me or you'll end up in a body bag." Their commander hissed.

"Sir?" A brown haired 20 year old, who was very kind, Marcus J. Fox asked his squad leader. "You wouldn't really kill him, right?" He said quietly.

"You say somethen'?" Their commander asked.

Tsukasa sat in her classroom. Mrs. Nanako Kuroi was teaching something about the Cold War. She woke up when Miyuki raised her hand.

"Yes, Miyuki?" Mrs. Kuroi said.

"Aren't we still in the Cold War?" She asked.

Mrs. Kuroi sighed. "No." She said. "The Americas began to collapse in on its self. They became corrupt, crime was a record high, and they were easily the most unbalanced nation on earth. And then, it was all resolved, and all of Latin, South, Central, and North America became united under the name of the United Countries of America. And they are highly isolationists. Almost as bad as North Korea."

Miyuki still looked confused. "What about the USSR and other socialist groups and countries?"

Mrs. Kuroi shrugged. "Debt nearly destroyed them, had to sell their weapons to countries who weren't in the war, and those countries sold this weapons to countries in North Atlantic Treaty Organization, or NATO."

Miyuki raised her hand again. "I think the Russians called it the economic butterfly effect, but I can't translate it."

A UCA police cruiser with the words "Police Department" written in Kanji. A black haired male sat shotgun, with a shotgun holstered on his leg. He looked at the backseats and the two O.M.E.G.A. Troopers sitting in the back seats. "You two, switch out of your armor." He ordered. "We don't need the attention. We ain't going loud."

"Yes sir, Boss." One of the two switched his armor into a brief case, but the other didn't.

"Yo, dumbass, we aren't going loud, we don't need the extra attention, ya idiot." Boss (yes, his name is Boss, I'll tell ya later) said with a NewYorker's accent, spitting his cigarette out the window and it hit the bottom of the car

"So?" The female trooper asked. "We need someone to watch your backs."

"That was a order, Lieutenant." He growled. "Five seconds, or you stripped of your rank."

The female trooper shrivered and switched her gear.

A hour later, UCA troops 921, 385, 211 who were Golden Masks and Notoriety personnel. 385 was almost overdosed on morphine and other drugs used to help him walk straight. Sadly, it just made him walk like a living pile of water bottles.

The nearby class was on the side of the wall he was standing at. He and his teammates were walking towards the door, unrealized to themselves. 385 recklessly walked in front of the classroom door, alerting the teacher.

"Class, stay here." He ordered. He stood up and snapped his mug handle and walked out quietly. He planned on killing at least one of the three.

He walked outside and then struck 385 and the back. 385 hit the floor form the strike and also the fact he had been nearly overdosed.

921 felt rage take over half of him and the other half remembered what the code for dealing with civilians was.

'If they kill, shoot to kill.

If they injure, attack to injure.

If they do nothing, ignore them.'

921 bolted forward and hit the aggressive teacher with the stock of his rifle, knocking the teacher out. With minor damage to the teacher's back.

"Asshole." He muttered. "211, get over here and help 385." He had a pissed off tone, so 211 knew he had to follow orders.

Two male students in the class saw it happen, and grabbed a pair of scissors. The walked out into the hall and both stabbed 385 in the back, forcing 211 to drop him. 921 and 211 both released their safeties, and there was an unmistakable sound.

Gunshot.

The whole school shook at the sound, and froze seconds after. One of the two dropped dead and the other limped into the classroom before falling himself.

211 realized it. "Oh, son of a bitch." He muttered, facing palming.

"DAMMIT!" A voice yelled.

Tsukasa shot up, now wide awake as Konata. Miyuki and the rest of their classmates were frozen like ice. Nanako slammed the door shut and locked it. "Hide." She mouthed.

"DAMMIT!" A voice yelled.

"The hell's that?!" A male student asked.

"Gunshot!" Konata screamed in fear.

Tsukasa already had tears of fear forming in her eyes. "Why?" She muttered.

The Boss yelled "DAMMIT!" loudly, then bit down on the cigarette in his mouth. He touched his earpiece. "Everyone, masks on, gun out, DO NOT KILL ANYONE UNLESS THEY KILL."

"Understood, sir." A growling voice said over the coms.

"Got it, B." Marcus and Jimmy said.

Kagami tensed out the loud yelling and gunshots just before it. She looked at Ayano Minegishi with her orange hair and Misao Kusakabe with her brown hair, who'd both ducked their heads under their desks.

'Is Tsukasa okay?!' Kagami thought. 'What about Konata?! And Miyuki (get over it. I don't know how to write Japanese names. Leave it at that)?!'

Patricia Martin, Minami Iwasaki, Hiyori Tamura, and Yukata Kobayakawa panicked. Patricia remembered what today was. July 4th. She already felt like crap being away form home, and now she could be killed?! Today was going bad for her.

"Why?!" Patricia asked to no one. "God why?!"

Marcus ran down the halls with 125A, trying to catch up with the brother-of-a-Mexican-drug-dealing-son-of-a-bitch. Lockers could help find him.

"I'll slit the idiot's throat if I see him." 125A growled. "To hell with the bonus."

"Aren't you in the Titans?" Marcus wondered.

"Shut up Lance Cprl." 125A glared.

The cause of this was a brother of a drug dealer named Pablo Royer, a Mexican-Spanish-American who'd underwent plastic surgery and was disguised as a teacher. He had an unsettling smile inside as he told his students to run. The smile was from he thought his brother hired the UCA to bring him back alive.

"Tontos, idiotas, imbéciles!" He thought in Spanish.

"Bloody 'ell?!" A man with a British accent shouted. "Where's that thug?!"

"Ya Brit!" Brazilian soldier said. "You're an idiot!"

"Shut up." An American hissed at his two soldiers.

"Mierda (crap)." Pablo muttered. He'd been caught. He looked around and realized he still had a pocket knife. "Yo!" He called, getting a round shot at the wall that was meant for him. The Brazilian soldier charged at him before being stabbed in the stomach.

He grabbed the sidearm, which was the only thing the Brazilian was carrying.

"Put a round in his head!" The American ordered.

The British man got shot and his rifle cracked a round through the American's chest.

Squads were covering the halls, looking for Pablo. They would go into the classrooms, look for Pablo, and leave. Police were arriving outside and so were concerned families. Jimmy caught sight.

"Everyone, get ready. Police are here. They aren't like ours those. Just sidearms." He shot the car wheels, and shot a satellite dish off a news van. "B, get ready for a shit-strom."

Konata looked around and saw that a bullet hole went through the wall, but it didn't hit anyone. It had gone through the window and stopped a police car. A loud gunshot sounded off. Rapid foot steps were near by, and they belonged to soldiers.

"Where the ever-living hell is that rat!?" A male shouted, his voice too close.

"I don't know, idiot!" A female soldier shouted back.

"I KNOW THAT!" The male shouted back. "Safeties off, all of you! Cops are here, I don't want to see anyone else dead!" He grew more ticked off.

"Hands up!" Another voice rang out. "You're under arrest!"

The class heard a few seconds of silence before laughter. Laughter!?

"You think you can take us!?" The male laughed. "My UZI has more rounds than you have altogether"

5 rounds were fired, and a body hit the floor. There was a sudden burst of gun fire before 2 more bodies hit the floor as well. The classroom door shot open, but saw only a downed soldier land in front of Mrs. Kuroi's desk. Two more soldiers rushed in, but they weren't wearing what LOOKED to be combat armor. It simply looked like they were in business suits and bearing armor.

The male, who had a hood and bandana on, looked at the students before saying, "Oh, dammit..."

The other soldier, who was also male and was using a G.I. Joe SnakeEyes eye-cover, pulled out a medical device of some sort. He quickly scanned his downed teammate with in before saying, "She's dead. Bullet in the gut killed her."

Everyone else in the room was frozen. The first male stood up. He yanked his fellow up by the shirt collar, and made the hand motion for 'stay ready.'

"We're not here to hurt anyone." He said. "We're looking for a fugitive, and he's been causing for trouble than we'd like."

A radio on the first one's tactical belt buzzed before it said, "All units, squad Delta 1 was killed by the target. Prepare to engage in combat."

"OHSHIT!" A man shouted down the hall before there was the sound of someone being stabbed and two more being shot.

"Round up any more weapons. We don't need this whole operation going to hell." A cold voice said. The man walked near the classroom door. He looked into the class and then ordered.

"Corporal. Private." He said in a cold tone. He pulled out a shotgun like weapon. "Up."

"Yes sir, O.M.E.G.A 125A, sir!" The two got to their feet, scared shitless.

Konata looked at O.M.E.G.A. 125A's armor. She thought it looked like it was from anime before she noticed the crimson liquid that stained his armor. Blood.

Soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo... That was interesting. Um, so, review. Sorry for everything, like jackfilms! (That's a joke.) Peace. If you don't like it, just leave*. Get it? Now, to those who don't get it. Dumbass doctors almost made a soldier overdose, a teacher and 2 students attacked and killed the soldier, and then it just continued into a larger scale conflict.

*that's for people who want to put KYS. I'm not putting up with that bs.

In other news, here's a look at my new story, Fallout New Vegas: Lucky Stars. I hope to have it done by Monday/Tuesday.

Short blue hair. Tan skin. Weird mole under his right eye. Otaku daughter. Yup. That perfectly describes Sōjirō Izumi.

He was walking down the street with a bottle of Coke in his left hand and 120 yen in his pocket (he was gonna by two bottles, but he got the only one left).

While he was walking back to his house, he saw someone on the street with a bag of game cases. He walks up to the man.

"Hi." Sōjirō said. "What's that game?"

"Fallout New Vegas. Why?" The man asked. He was just wearing black pants and a brown shirt, with a bandana like thing tied around his arm. "You want to buy it?"

"Yes." Sōjirō nodded.

"You have enough yen to equal 10 USD?" The man asked. "That's about...1039 yen."

Sōjirō checked his wallet and pulled out an additional 919 yen and paid for the game.