A/N: Alrighty-roo! So North Korea has forced France to sign something, and killed one of their best agents (admittedly she wasn't that great, with all the civilian killings and whatnot). What is this thing they've signed? Well you'll find out soon, but now we are to dive into the story proper. Enjoy!

P.S. I am aware that my spellcheck decided to not work on the last one, so I will be making triple effort into checking this one :)

Note: I do not own Call of Duty and all that jazz. Along with Civilization and Medal of Honour.

'Okay so if I just move my Horse Archers here then I can siege Mecca and put it under complete Persian control, destroying Arabia in 2300 B.C.!' 'Ugh you're not playing that AGAIN are you?' David smiled. 'Come on Mike, I've shrank the Arab empire from 12 cities to one. That's impressive.' 'Big fucking deal; these guys aren't much more than savages on camels. A real fight would be against those Greeks over there.' Mike Harper responded, pointing to the corner of the screen where Argos sat. 'They're my allies…' 'So were the Iraqis.' David chuckled at his friend. Mike had never been enthused with strategy games, especially Civilization. He was too hot-headed and didn't see beyond his immediate actions, hence why he ended up conquering a lot of territory before running out of money and getting annexed. He preferred mindless shooters involving no strategy and skill, like Medal of Honour. 'Dave, save the game! We have to go to the mainframe and set up an uplink with Admiral Walker,' said Mike with frustration. 'Why? Come one the guy's 96! What could he want?' 'It's about the Lobo question.' David paused, before scratching his clean shaven face. He opened up the save menu on his computer and went through the various save menus. 'Alright, let's go see Walker.'

USS Sullivan could best be described as smelly. Whether of rotten fish guts, shitty military food or caustic wounds from the infirmary, there always was a nasty smell coming from the ship. It was still a preferred navy posting. The ship was patrolling in the Arabian Sea, keeping an eye on Karachi. The ship was less than 1,000 miles away from Oman however, meaning that if anything serious happened the ship could get out of there fast. It was because of this, and the current stability of Pakistan being good anyway, that the ship was littered with new recruits. David and Mike were acting commanders for said recruits, but most responsibilities were left to Ensign Marks. The mainframe was located at the bow of the ship, grafted into the hull. This meant that David and Mike had to walk across the whole of the ship to reach it from the living quarters.

'Upsilon 4. Now open the damn door,' said Mike, receiving a salute from the guard. The mainframe, a very new addition to the US military arsenal, was tiny, but it powered electronic systems throughout the ship and facilitated electronic weaponry and communications for the crew at an incredibly fast rate. It consisted of a large touchscreen and a keyboard with a few generators plugged into various sockets. David turned the screen on and established an uplink with D.C. command. After a few seconds of loading the screen flashed view of the ancient, wheelchair bound Admiral Harold Walker. David and Mike saluted and he saluted back. 'At ease Lieutenant Harper and Junior Lieutenant Mason, we have work to do.'

'What is this about, sir?' 'Generalissimo Fausto Lobo, Final Defender of the People's Revolution.' Walker pulled an image up of Lobo, standing at a parade in Santa Domingo. 'This man, as I'm sure you know, rules the People's Democratic United Republic of Dominica and has recently annexed Saint Vincent and the Grenadines, Dominica and Trinidad and Tobago under his regime. America has had enough. This asshole has taken a multitude of independent territories and they need to be liberated!' said Walker. 'Okay…so why don't we just invade? It would take like 4 days,' said Mike. 'We can't do that anymore. We're not in a Cold War anymore, we can't just attack socialist aligned nations for kicks anymore. Plus the Obama/H. Clinton administration is trying to destroy the US's reputation of random or semi-random invasions of countries. However we still want him taken down. He's making advances on Puerto Rico and Jamaica, and if that happens we'll have to invade along with Britain, and neither Cameron nor Obama want to handle the paperwork and movement of civilians resultant of the invasion.'

'So, you two, along with a few others, are going to play Lawrence of Arabia on this guy and 'advise' the rebellion on the Dominican Heartlands. The group, known as the "Unión de Libertad y Democracia," or the Union of Liberty and Democracy is led by a Félix Trujillo, some kid who can be our puppet. You'll likely not be talking to him much though, as he is the 'great hero' he's rarely seen in battle. You'll spend most of your 'advising' with a Leon Ortiz, main battle commander of the rebel forces.' Mike scratched his beard. 'What's he like?' 'He's good, very good.' 'When are we deployed, sir?' 'Consider it immediate. Omani Chopper is en route to you as we speak. ETA in 20 minutes time. You'll arrive in New York first to pick up the other advisers, before landing, undercover obviously, in La Romana to meet Ortiz.' 'Yessir,' they responded. 'The place is a warzone, a stalemate between the government, the rebels and general raiders. You need to be wary. If you get this done, well, we need a new commander for SEAL Team Six, Harper,' Harper smiled inwardly. 'Puerto Rico and Jamaica are relying on you to stop Lobo, time for you to deliver. Dismissed!' With a final salute, the connection was terminated and Mike and David headed back to their rooms.

'That must be what North Korea were doing at the massacre yesterday!' said David. 'What?' 'The massacre, in France. Don't tell me you don't know!' Mike shrugged. 'Ugh okay. Mike, in the town of Limoges, France, there was a massacre. Some woman went crazy and shot up a bunch of people. The North Korean Security Force for the Premier were there and saved a bunch of people's lives. The woman was brought down by Premier Kim himself.' 'I don't see how this relates…' responded Mike. 'I have a hunch that this woman wasn't just a maniac who had a nasty childhood. You remember when we visited Mali to help train the army?' 'And you ended up in bed with one of the highest ranking members of the UFLL?' 'Yeah, yeah we'll ignore that…anyway remember the French were there along with the Loyalist Tuareg Militia? Remember Adéle?' 'Which one was she?' 'She was the only girl on the base!' 'Don't forget the rebel leader you-' 'Shutup! She was the one with curly hair, average looking, very moody. She was the one who called you a "chou de merde".' Mike gasped. 'That bitch?! You think it was her?' 'The body has been confirmed to be a Colette Leclerc, likely a pseudonym. And her face is exactly like Adéle's.' 'So she's GIGN, then. You think it was a government job? Why would Hollande want to have civvies killed?' asked Mike. 'I think the French were worried Kim was going to do something drastic, so they got their best agent to protect their President at all costs.' 'Okay, but why was Kim even there?' 'It's all about the Lobo question! Kim hates Lobo now; he's trying to show the world he's a proper capitalist, so any chance he has in demolishing a socialist dictator he'll take.' 'Ah and France was still on the fence as to whether or not they should support the trade sanctions Kim had recommended to the UN right? So Kim gave them a little nudge in the right direction, right?' 'Exactly.' Mike scratched his stubble again. 'Isn't that, you know, illegal?' Dave chuckled. 'Kim has turned from a Mao copycat to a Harding copycat in a matter of months; the international community is basically sucking his balls right now. He has a lot of authority, where it doesn't concern China anyway, and can to a degree get away with anything right now.' Mike laughed. 'Come on, let's go get packed. We've got a long journey ahead of us…'

A/N: Shortish chapter today….mostly banter :P. Some action is coming up soon I promise. The next chapter is entirely devoted to Cmd Ortiz and some of his friends, so a lot more action soon! What do you think of David Mason and Mike Harper (or my interpretations thereof)? I think this is how they talked when not on mission. Anyway please review, follow etc. and I'll see ya soon! 3