Sorry for the very very very VERY long wait, but life is just throwing on the pounds for me. But I will have to say that all of this time has given me more time to improve the quality of the story itself. Thank you all for your views :) R&R and F&F

With Love ~Dresner


Karl loaded his pistols as Roddy sat with him in the back of the lead van to explain what happen to him at the hands of the Hex girls, but Karl refused to believe any of it on the grounds that the whole incident might have been a ploy by an old enemy of his: Alexander Coelian.

"Brother I bet my life that those bitches were the fucking Hex girls. I've only seen girls like that on TV and those girls on the TV were the fucking Hex girls." Roddy asserted.

Karl closed the bolt of his nickle plated Mauser and shoved it against his brothers face, "You really want to make that bet dear brother?" He asked Roddy before returning the his and his Uncles pistols back to his holsters. Roddy turned pale white in shock of what Karl just did to him. Karl would never pull a gun on a friend, let alone his own brother! The secrets, the strange powers, and everything else was fine, a little disturbing, but Roddy couldn't have cared less. But pulling a gun on him sent Rodrick Dael over the edge.

"The fuck is wrong with you bro?!" Roddy exploded. "You've been acting like a fucking lunatic since that news shit about the fucking Hex girls and before that you were fucking hiding something! Was it this?! That your some freak with some kind of magic!? Karl I could give a shit less about some magic shit you got into when you were away! You know why?! BECAUSE I'M YOUR FUCKING BROTHER! WE CAME FROM THE SAME PAIR OF LEGS AND NOTHING WILL CHANGE THAT!"

"Nothing is wrong." Karl remarked in a monotone. "I know your my brother, but your in way over your head that your drowning in your own ignorance."

"IGNORANCE?!" Roddy scream. "Bullshit Karl, Bullshit! Whatever went on before you came out of the blue must have gotten a hit on you and these girls must have blown some serious cash to get to the level their at to get you. What did you do to get this much heat? Did you fuck a mob bosses wife or daughter or both?"

"Always thinking with your stomach or your dick, eh?" Karl asked him rudely. "No, I did nothing of the sort. But I can not stress enough about how you will not be able to even get your mind around some of the shit I could tell you. I can not, I repeat, I CAN NOT TELL YOU A FUCKING THING ABOUT WHAT I'VE DONE BECAUSE YOU WILL NOT UNDERSTAND AT ALL!"

"Herr Oberst," One of the Belkan soldiers from Karl's old outfit interrupted. "We have an issue in the front." The young man driving wore a dark grey uniform with Orthodox cross bars on the collar brooches with the rank of Rottenfuhrer (Corporal), a Grey field cap and grey wool gloves, The standard uniform of a Iron Guard (Crossing the Rubicon chp's 8-13) pointed toward a National Guard blockade with Stryker APC's and M-16 packing soldiers in full military gear. The boy's name was Adolf Lindwurm, The same young lad he met on the back of Erich's King Tiger during the War.

The young Corporal turned to Karl, "Herr Oberst, Should we stop or precede down another street?"

"Let the Dreadnaught break through, last thing we need to do is get caught in these streets with rioters around. I don't want to waste good seven six two on a bunch of pissed off rats." Karl said with a dark chuckle. The Rottenfuhrer then picked up a cell phone and informed the van and the Dreadnaught, the massive semi truck surged forward at blistering speed toward the barricade.

The Dreadnaught is a heavily modified Kenworth W900L with an enlarged sleeper cab turned into an armored cabin for Karl's men, holding six men, a turbo charged diesel engine, bullet proof body and axles and transmission, bullet proof tires, armor plating over the windows and doors, and a snow plow like attachment at the front of the truck to push junk and automobiles out of the way. The trailer was a modified flatbed with a steel plated barrier on the trailer itself reinforced by sandbags inside of the armored box. MG-3 crew mounted machine guns, a dual mount at the front and rear and four single mounts, two on the left and right, made the fire power of the dreadnaught and was supplemented by six other men with battle rifles, grenades, Rifle grenades, and M72 LAW's. In total the Dreadnaught held twenty three men in total including the driver and co-driver. The name itself derived from the first battleship, The HMS Dreadnaught, but the true reason for the name came from the fact that it was almost like a small battleship and had a crew to match it! The Saints of Sonthofen began building the Dreadnaught as soon as the riots began, Mainly to scare anyone who dared to challenge them if the Saints decided to go into the city for supply of any kind. The work accomplished on the truck was rather easy due to the fact that a majority of the parts, the truck itself, and the guns, were taken from the Gigagen convoys the bikers attacked for over two months. The idea came from the Vietnam era "Gun trucks", Heavily armed military trucks hastily made to protect convoys from attack, and the Dreadnaught from the movie Death Race, one of Karl and Roddy's favorite movies. The trailer was open topped which ran the risk of a police officer or, this case National Guard Troopers, could lob a grenade into the fighting compartment of the trailer and either kill or detonate the boxes of ammunition or LAW Anti-tank weapons. But the crewmen, exclusively the Belkan troops from the 4th PG Regiment, knew of the dangers that faced them while manning the guns of this titian of theirs.

And they wouldn't have it any other way, even at the reluctant behest of their commander.

The Dreadnaught captain, the driver, turned on the blinding LED spot lights atop the cab of the truck and began to blare the horn in long strides that both warned the men in the trailer to brace for impact and struck fear into the hearts of the National Guards men. The National Guard opened fire with their M-16 and M-249 machine guns, but the armor was to thick and bounced off. Almost like shooting at an elephant with a BB gun. The stunned soldiers began to scatter and take cover as the demon dreadnaught loomed ever closer until running head on into the Stryker throwing it into the air a few feet before crashing into a motley position of table furniture and sand bags the weekend warriors had constructed just hours before. The dual mounted MG-3 "Buzzsaw's" opened fire with incendiary rounds on to the wooden barricades and anything that was flammable to keep the National Guard's busy while they escaped in the confusion and darkness.

The van's followed close behind the Dreadnaught as the National Guards men rushed to put out the fires from the MG's before they reached the lumped over styker or any other flammable material and spread to the buildings around them. The convoy escaped the hell around them and into the safety of the darkness and soon onto the highway.

Towards home...

"Hmm I better make hast or I'll be left in the dust." A woman said as she watched from a shattered window above the street. The woman appeared to be in her forties by now with long black hair with streaks of grey running through her hair. She wore black skinny jeans, black top, and matching dress boots with several rings and necklaces adored on her hands and around her neck. Besides her long flowing black and grey hair, a VSS Vintorez sniper rifle hung lazily on her back with barrel pointed to the sky. A sign of a ready shooter. She looked into the sky to see Valarie Grey trailing just out of sit of Karl's convoy and gave a sly smirk as she took the rifle off of her back and took careful aim. Leading her target by a few feet and accounting for wind drift, She pulled the trigger and a slight thump followed before striking the left boaster on Valarie's hover board.

"That should give them sometime to prepare..." She said to her self as she threw on a black leather jacket as she headed for the door and into the night.


Hours later, 5:23am


Nikita was soon returned to his home in Mountain Brook before fighting their way through another angry mob and National Guards men. For hours they fought until turning down the cracked and broken paved road of the abandon community that lead to the farm.

"Dawns approaching Herr Oberst." One of his men said as they drove through the gate and onto their land.

"Hmm, Beautiful isn't it?" Karl asked the solider in Pea pattern fatigues who sat in the passenger seat of the van. The man older than Karl, in his late thirties, and wore the rank of Sturmscharfuhrer (Sergent Major). His name was Heinz Lindwurm, The father of Adolf Lindwurm and the same man who told his son the old saying of "Where medals grow."

"Ja sir." He replied. "Is Herr Kamov und lhr Brunder still sleeping?"

"Jawohl." Karl replied in a tired tone before giving a sleepy smile. "A night like that will really drain a man. You two remember, during the war, when we took Anfang back from the Oseanians?"

"Ja sir," One of the men, Untersturmfuhrer (Lieutenant) Dimitri Henrich, in the back said as he tilted his light blue officers cap from his eyes and fixed the collar on his swamp pattern jacket. "I was with the 5th parachute regiment in the first few hours of the battle in the forsaken city. The market at the towns center was almost our grave till that Konigstiger of Erich's blocked that accursed MG fire of those bastard Oseanians." Dimitri grew a little quiet, but shrugged it off before continuing on. "Bullet caught me in the ribs, but missed by lungs by a couple of millimeters. Thank gott that you got me out of their Herr Standartenfuhrer... I would have died there, and so would have my Fallschirmjagers."

"Took us all day and night to clear them out. Herr Oberst und meine father made sure I was not killed in that village..." Adolf replied as he took the bend in the road rather smoothly.

"Were you there at the defense of Sudentor, Karl?" Dimitri asked Karl.

"Nein, I didn't become apart of the war till Marlow and didn't become the legend until Sonthofen." Karl replied in a quiet tone as he lit a cigarette and passed one to each of his comrades. "I would have much rather stayed a regular officer, but fate has a funny way of taking a man through life. What am I complaining about? I'm alive, aren't I?" He said wearyingly.

The three men nodded in agreement. Their once young and lively Colonel now appeared haggard, beaten down, and dirty before them. Though he was only in his late twenties, time had not been good to Karl. War does this to a man, almost fast forwarding a man twenty or thirty years through his life till he looked as such. But through his body maybe worn and torn, the aggressiveness, bravery, arrogance, and a little recklessness still remained. As it did with all the men who followed Karl's lead once the Order started recruiting from the ranks of Belkan Army after the federation of Estovakia disintegrated just four years after the end of the Verusean War. Karl did whatever he could to get his Sonthofen outfit into the Order so they could serve again, But now he could only regret that decision now.

The Dreadnaught pulled away from the vans toward the yard, a scrap yard/chop shop that the Saints used to hold the captured vehicles from the raids on the convoys as well as repair their own rides, where the crew and vehicle were to rest and refit before another deployment was called for. The vans on the other hand stayed on course down the dived asphalt roads toward the farm to unload and rest before things became to deep. Outside of Karl's home and the surrounding trailers around the house stood thirty or so members of the Saints of Sonthofen near his home next to a pile of vests baring the clubs name.

"What is going on?" Adolf asked Karl as they pulled in to the cul-de-sac.

"It better not be what I think it is." Karl said as he woke his snoozing brother.

Roddy gave a scowl to his brother as Karl kicked his knees with his heavy boots but soon drew his attention to that of the angry crowd outside of their home and the patches on the ground. "They better not be what I think their doing..." Roddy said coldly as he watched the men gathered together and throw their vests on to the pile and began to pour kerosine on the pile. Roddy snatched the large Desert Eagle from Nikita's holster and charged out of the van, red faced and steaming from his ears, brandishing the custom hand cannon and screaming in every tone possible at the crowd of young and middle aged bikers.

The crowd screamed, cursed, and challenged the older Dael until the younger Dael and his private army materialized from black vans with rifles cradled in their arms. Roddy was barrier between the angry and dirty bikers and Karl's army, he soon realized as he turned around 360 degrees with the heavy pistol shaking in his hand from his uncontrollable rage. The bikers scream and taunted Karl's men with ethnic slurs, but the Belkan's only smirked and held their rifles tightly in their hands like true soldiers and not gun toting teenagers with hormonal issues trying to prove themselves.

"You brought the fucking feds on us!" They shouted and screamed. "I was only here for the guns and fun! But now this fucking army is on us! I'm out!" Some yelled.

Roddy scream bloody murder and slurs at the crowd of barbarians before him.

A thunderous boom echoed through the southern woods behind him and silenced everyone around him and the barbarians before him. He turned around to see his brother with Nickle plated pistol in the air with a smoking barrel oozing smoke from freshly fired gun powder. The 'ting-ting' of the brass casing echoed around them and bounced beautifully on the cracking concert at his feet. The wind swept through the forest, bowing dead leaves and dirt down the long abandon street and into the teeth of the stand off between the Bikers and Karl's army. The dawn was coming fast, but darkness still loomed above them with only the fading light of the moon and the amber halogen head lights brightening the dying hours of night.

"Defecting are we?" Karl asked the crowd of aggro ruffians before him as he lowered his pistol to his side.

The crowd looked at Karl with gaze of hungry wolves, cracking their knuckles and necks in preparation for a dual to the death with the cold glaring Belkan soldiers in front of them. The two groups stared each other down like sparing packs of wild animals, awaiting for one another to screw up so that they may make their move.

Karl gave an arrogant smile and opened his coat quickly, startling the bikers before him causing them to flinch and lose the staring match, to put away his pistol as a sign of peace. He rose his right arm to the hilly tree line near the cul-de-sac, "If your defecting then you must run away while you can." Karl told the crowd.

No one spoke and only looked at each other in confusion at the coated figure of Karl before them. Then Karl gave a sigh and looked to his armed men, "Kamaraden! Weapon check!" He yelled and the men checked their weapons and magazines promptly.

"I hate to repeat myself, but it seems I must be... Blunt with you all." Karl said in a sly and sadistic tone.

"Run..." Karl said in an icy tone that set shivers down the spines of even his battle harden panzer grenadiers.

The bikers hearts sank in their bloated and fur covered chests as the last few letters slid off of Karl's tongue. They panicked and ran into the forest, ducking and zig zaging away from imaginary bullets that their burnt out minds projected in their panicking state. Roddy watched in disgust as his orginal bikers, the ones that he himself personally, ran into the woods like scared rabbits. The same men he drank beer with, smoked dope with, and got into many a bar fight with over the course of a few months.

Those men were his brothers, his comrades, his other family... Men that would stick by your side no matter what...

Roddy yelled in scorn before firing the .50 caliber pistol wildly toward the retreating bikers as they retreated in terror away from his younger brother. The shots soon fell silent as the gun ran dry... Leaving only the rustling of the herd of fear filled bikers as they scampered away into the forest and into the light of the coming dawn.


The Bikers ran through the forest as fast as they could until crossing over the railway tracks that lead toward a field that separated the tracks from the main road. They breathed a sigh of relief once they saw the tall grass of the field and speeding cars racing down the main road. The group of twenty men stagger across the field with high hopes of reaching the road and begin again, but something wasn't right about the situation that only a handful of the bikers realized.

The loud and sharp crack of PKP light machine guns soon destroyed whatever remained of the Bikers hopes of beginning again as the field became their grave yard...

Out of the tale grass and surrounding trees came one hundred armed men from the Stalkers and Rangers, followed up by two BMP-2 APC's, A T-72M tank, and Valeria Grey on another hover board of hers.

Valeria laughed, "Is this the best that freak can send!?" She laughed arrogantly. "Push on! I want him in my hands as soon as the sun rises!"


"The fuck was that for?!" Roddy shouted as he got right into Karl's face. But Karl simply pushed him aside and walked toward the house, "Had to send a message." Karl said lazily as he reached for the door only to be intercepted by an irate Roddy.

"Send a fucking message?!" Roddy exclaimed to his nonchalant brother.

"Don't get snippy at me. I wasn't the one shooting at cowards." Karl remarked in a detached and emotionless way.

"What?!" Roddy shouted in frustration at his brother. But soon gave up on the argument and shoved his brother, "The fuck happen to you over the last few days? Hell If we're going to ask that, What happen to you over the last FOUR YEARS?!" Roddy yelled, his anger and dismay pouring from his soul. "What happen to my young brother who was to busy with getting his shit done and doing the right thing? What happen to the brother who stayed up late into the night helping me with my G.E.D practice tests and only asked that I pass? What happen to the brother who said that he would come back for me after the shit that... That bitch Wendy ruined our lives and that everything would be alright!?"

Karl said nothing and only looked into Roddy's eyes with indifference. Roddy soon came face to face with Karl whispered to him, "What happen to the brother that promised to bring Shela home?"

"Things change dear brother..." Karl remarked before striking his brother across the jaw with a right hook. "But they always seem to stay the same."

Roddy recovered and threw two punches to Karl gut which starts a brawl between the two brothers...

The fight itself was unforgiving as the two threw punch after punch, kick after kick, and blow after blow until the two began to spill blood on the ground. But something rumbled in the woods near by that made the dueling brothers stop trying to kill each other...

The Belkan's knew the sound all to well... Clattering metal, roaring motors, and the rhythmic sounds of hydraulics...

Karl's eyes grew wide and searched the tree line toward the north and the road to the west for the source of the sounds, but all he could think of was running to the vans screaming one word...

"PANZERS!"

The trailer closest to the house turned into a pile of smoldering metal and wood as a 125mm High explosive shell from the T-72 broke through the window and detonated near it's propane heating system, causing fire to spread toward the main house. From the tree line came a massive, almost titian like, T-72 Battle tank covered with foliage and tree branches covering the hull and turret emerged like an enraged bear. The heavy tank hosed the cul-de-sac from the face of the hill side to the east with it's heavy and light machine guns, killing three of Karl's men as they rushed to take cover near the opposite treeline to the south. From the hillside to the north, where the bikers coward away, a wild BMP appeared and stormed down the hillside firing it's guns wildly. But the driver could not bring the 14 ton rhino to a halt and slid down the hillside and crashed into the low foundation of the Dael home, causing the building itself to collapse onto the BMP and ensnaring the vehicle in the rubble. The Belkans spread out behind the rubble of the trailers, fallen trees, and down the lower hillside to take up position to fight of the obvious accompanying infantry that followed the enemy armor.

Roddy ran toward the Vans after his brother, knowing that Karl was retrieving the LAW launchers from the rear of the van to give his men an even playing field against the Enemy armor. "Karl!" He yelled as he saw his brother taking a large crate of LAW rockets in his arm and another smaller box marked "RPG-6 Grenades".

"Grab the other box!" Karl yelled as the latter van was tossed over by another shell from the T-72 and rattled with 30mm cannon fire from the BMP.

Roddy man handled the crate of rockets and together the brothers ran toward the other hillside, barking orders in a mix of German and English to rally on him and to make a fighting retreat. Sweat poured down Karl's brow as he ran with the heavy boxes of weapons as gun and cannon fire whizzed passed him and his brother. The infantry emerged from the rear of BMP and the tree line to engage Karl's men, once again catching them off guard and losing two more of his men. The brother leaped down the hillside and slid down with crates following them close behind, as did the Belkans who threw smoke and hand grenades over the hillside to disorient and slow down the attackers.

Passing fallen trees, cut down by the withering fire from the 30mm automatic cannon and MG fire from the attacking army, the Belkans and the Dael brothers tightened up their grouping and count the remaining bodies of men who remained. A majority of Karl's loyalists, 36 men in total, were holding the scrap yard and were surly, Karl hoped, that they were coming to their aid or at least preparing for an attack of some kind. The remaining nine men on the other hand were, for all they could conciser, were cut off from their main force and out gunned tremendously by superior fire power and armor.

The 11 men, including Karl and Roddy, huddled around a collection of fallen trees thirty yards away from the hillside to lay an ambush for the coming army. Passing around LAW rockets and AT Grenades, Karl set about positioning his men to form a kill zone in the woods.

Five men set up with Rifles, machine guns, and rockets in a semicircle with two MG-3 at the far ends to cover one another as well as riflemen with Law rockets. The other six set up away from the MG's on their flanks to cover them from being flank and annihilated. This was done due to the weak penetration of the 66mm M72 LAW and the AT grenades short range. The thick armor of the T-72 at the front would simply shrug off the rocket and grenades without trouble, but the veteran 'Panzerknacker's' (Tank killers) knew of the weak spots of every tank. That being the Rear and side of the beasts due to their weak armor, especially in the rear where the engine and possible, depending on the nationality and design, the transmission. The weak war head of the AT grenades on the engine deck would destroy the engine and possibly hit the fuel tank, while the LAW will punch through the side of the hull and hit the ammunition in the floor of the soviet made T-72.

Using the thick brush and the cover of the kudzu around them, Karl and his men laid in wait as the sounds of approaching armor echoed through the forest. The cold morning air sent chills down Roddy's spine, as did the idea of getting blown to bits by tank shells. He turned to his brother, Karl, who laid on his stomach over looking a fallen tree with a LAW rocket on his back and Pistols in hand. It was still dark for the most part thanks to the thick tree cover, a god sent if these attackers have a small drone or a plane watching over them.

"If they got tanks then they must have something watching us from the sky" Roddy thought to himself as he took a couple of AT grenades from the box and shoved them in his belt.

Karl looked over to Roddy as the outline of a tank appeared in the distance, "Roddy, Arty, Dmitri, Heinz! On me!" Karl said, getting up from his position to a crouch. "Get up and come with me. Maybe we can get close enough to hit them in the rear."

"Just like hunting partisans." Dmitri agreed as he loaded another magazine into his G3 rifle before the group ran off with their Commander through a large collection of Kudzu to protect them.

As they walked through the brush Roddy stuck close to his brother with his hand clutched on a AT grenade. "Karl." He whispered as they walked forward, the sound of diesel engines and boots growing louder and louder as they took closed in. "Who... Who are these guys?"

Karl looked back to his brother and then to the oncoming column...

He lets the LAW slide off of his shoulder and handed it to his brother. "Safety is already off, Just pull the rear tube back, aim for the engine, and press the button on the top. Simple stuff..." He said, ignoring his brothers question in a hasty voice.

"Aim for the rear of the Tank or the middle of the rear vehicle. Hit the transmission and it should burn the fuckers out or at least stop him from moving. Then hit his engine deck with the AT grenades." Adolf said, pointing to the gear at the rear of the tank. "Those bolshevik panzers will burn nicely if you hit them there!"

Roddy extended the tube of the weapon and made a brief look through of the sights before readying for Karl signal of some kind...

Adrenalin pumped through Karl's body as he watched the platoon of escort infantry walking lazily with weapons cradled in their arms or pressed against their chests. Some wore balaclavas over their faces, face paint, or bonnie hats, all wore Russian pattern camouflage of the Partizan variety, and carried the latest in Russian small arms in the form of AK-12 assault rifle and the PKP machine gun with all forms of sighting systems, grips, grenade launchers, and whatever was popular at the time. Even in the dark he could still see the men scanning around themselves, some smoking, and others just talking in low whispers to one another.

They were Stalkers, men who bared the dangers of the exclusion zone of Chernobyl and lived to tell the tale. The pet battalion of Alexander Coelian...

Karl suspicions were true...

Gripping his pistols tightly in his hands as the column lumbered past them and drew ever more into the kill zone. His men kept their battle rifles trained on men as they walked slowly past them. Roddy readied the LAW rocket and brought his sights on to the rear of the T-72 in anticipation...

The dawn light tore away the darkness and began to break through the tree line. The bright yellow sun seemed to rise from the grip of the darkness like an angel rising out of the pit of hell itself. The sun rose in the east, behind the backs of the awaiting Panzergrenadiers and in the faces of the approaching aggressors. With the sun in the eyes of the enemy and the element of surprise on their side, Karl launched himself from the brush firing his pistols on full automatic to gain the attention of the Stalkers and cause confusion among the ranks.

The MG-3's opened up with their punishing 1200 rounds a minute rate of fire and the accurate rifle fire from FN FAL and G3 battle rifles in the hands of the trained marksmen of the Belkan armed forces. The armor focused on the direct threat from front, but proved fatal...

Roddy charged out as his brother fired his automatic pistol into groups of infantry and Dimitri, Adolf, and Heinz around him with battle rifles and AT grenades in hand. He paused briefly and quickly looked down the sight of the LAW. Through the peep sight he could see the rear of the T-72 and the BMP slowing lurching behind the tank, firing the 30mm chain gun in bursts toward the heavy fire of Belkans. He aims at the rear sprocket, the main gear that turns the tracks of the tank, the same spot Adolf 'Aryt' Lindwurm pointed out to him, from a range of Roddy puts all his strength into his fingers and a loud BANG! followed by another BANG! as the rocket flew 23 yard toward its target, slamming into the side armor near the engine. The HEAT round burned through the engine and the explosion from the warhead itself launched bits and pieces of the engine in all directions like a landmine. The tank came to an abrupt halt and was punished with three more hits from the rocket teams set around the machine gun nests. A total of five rockets hit the T-72 and caused a massive fire that made the crew bailout imminently, which were in turn mowed down by rifle and machine gun fire.

Roddy threw the tube off of his shoulder and reached for the RPG grenades in his belt to attack the BMP, but two more LAW rockets turned the BMP into a smoldering wreak.

With the Tanks destroyed and the soldiers annihilated, Karl and his small group ran back to the cover of the MG nests. Roddy felt a rush he never felt before, a mix of fear, adrenalin, and achievement. "Did you fucking see that!? I knocked out a fucking tank!"

"Ja Ja, I remember when I popped my first cherry." Dimitri taunted, checking his ammo to see he was down to two loaded magazines.

"Shut up you two." Karl interjected before the two began to argue. "Roddy, the scrap yard is just a few yards away. Get the rest of my men, stock up on ammo, and ready for my call. We got to bushwhack these guys and get the fuck out of here! We'll lead them to the dam by the lake and trap them in the creek from the front and you get them in the back..."

Roddy protested, "Why are you sending me?!"

Karl grunted and grabbed his brother by his shirt, "BECAUSE IF ONE OF US DIES TODAY THEN THE OTHER AND CONTINUE ON!" Karl then shoved Roddy into the dirt. Standing over his brother he caste a shadow over him as the coat tails blew in wind making his tall and imposing figure ever more intimidating. His pistol gleaming in the dawn light added to the fear factor, as did the cold gaze in his eyes... But something about his eyes cried out "I don't want to do this anymore" could be seen past the hard and iron like exterior. Behind the coat and guns was his brother, the real Karl Dael that Rodrick knew when they were only kids living together in a broken home.

"Go.." Karl whispered as a loud crack broke the silence around them...

Karl was thrown to the ground and onto his back, doused in his own blood from a heavy caliber rifle.


"One down..." Luna whispered to herself as she loaded another shell into her M95 fifty caliber rifle. Luna laid prone on a far off hillside looking down into the forest with her IR scope. "One more and this is..."

Three shots from a light caliber rifle destroyed her scope and caused her to retreat with her rifle to the ambush point.

From afar sat the woman in black with her VSS at the ready. She sat in a tree with full view of Luna's spot through her PSO scope with a smile as Luna retreated into the forest. "Run little rabbit, run..." She said as she turned her attention to the wounded Karl laying on the ground.


"KARL!" Roddy yelled as his men began to give some form of first aid to their commander. They tore off his signature trench coat and the black tunic under it to reveal a large gunshot wound through shoulder. They rapped the tunic around the wound and pour water and alcohol on the wound to clean it out. Karl was in shock and yelled to Roddy once more to run to the scarp yard. Roddy scream in defiance of Karl's orders, but soon the wounded brother began to fire shot at his brothers feet scream "RUN! RUN NOW!"

Roddy reluctantly ran into the woods to the scrap yard, just as enemy enforcements began to open fire on their position.

Dimitri barked for covering fire as Heinz and Arty picked up their commander on their shoulders and began to retreat toward the near by dam. Dimitri stayed behind with the machine guns and kept on fighting until a bullet caught him in the throat... Drowning him in his own blood...

The Father and Son carried Karl until reaching the creek dam and Knox branch creek. The three collapsed from running and fell down the hill and into the creek below. But they picked one another up and continued on...

Karl became delirious and began to stumble, almost falling into the water at his knees and passing out in the water. But Arty and Heinz caught him and held on to him as they reached the other side of the creek. The men fell onto the shoreline and tried their best to keep Karl awake as long as they could and keep his bleeding down.

"Why isn't he regenerating?" Arty asked his father frantically as he cupped water in his hands and splashed it on Karl's wounds.

"Iron bullets..." Heinz said as the sound of angry Ukrainian and Russian echoed from the other end of the creek.

From the forest came fifty Stalkers with rifles at the ready and from the sky came Valeria Grey on her hover board with an arrogant, shit eating, grin on her face. "You have no wear to go, you that right?" She told the father and son as they reared for their rifles on their backs.

"No no no!" Thorn squealed cheerfully as her, Dusk, and Luna descended down from the treeline with razor like finger tips that cut through the slings of the rifles. The rifles fell on the ground and Dusk stepped on them with her custom M-12's in her hands and pointed at the Father and Son. "Naughty naughty boys! I'm going to have to take your toys away!" She snickered as Luna and Thorn kicked them over on to their stomachs and handcuffing them.

"AWW! Their the only two left!" Dusk whined sadistically. "Hey at least we got the other forty eight! I was just about to get bored after whacking those gangsters in the city." Thorn said with a chuckle.

"Oh please, you girls aren't the one who killed the big man himself." Luna said with pride as she point at Karl laying on the ground.

"OH DON'T FUCKING! AHHAUGH!" Valeria screamed in disapproval as she landed near the Hex girls. "You weren't suppose to fucking kill him! Stupid rookie bitches! Now Coelian and the Master is going to fuck us all! Ugh..."

Valeria called over her stalkers and told them to take care of the Father and Son, saying that they were "of no use to the plan."

Karl rose his head as the darkness around him began to close in on him. The loss of so much blood was making him light headed and incoherent, but he could hear the whiny voice of Valeria Grey barking orders to her men. At his feet he could see a group of three girls standing together in black and brandishing all kinds of exotic weaponry, They were the same girls that calmed they were the Hex girls but Karl disagreed that notion completely.

In front of him he could see Arty and Heinz on their knees with guns placed at the back of their heads.

"Now!" Valeria yelled as the executioners fired their sidearms into the back of Arty and Heinz's heads. Their bodies falling face first into the creek and kicked into the water where they floated down stream.

Karl roared to life, catching everyone off guard, and tackling Valeria into the stream with his hands rapped firmly around her throat as he attempted to end her life once and for all.

Only in her panicking state, Valeria could only see one emotion coming from Karl's eyes: Vengeance. As the water filled her lungs and slowly began to drown her she began to see her whole life flash before her eyes. She regretted it all... But it was to late as she let out her final breath throat her crushed and water filled wind pipe, Her last site being the vengeful gaze of Karl Dael through the clear water of the stream just as the sun took to the sky...

Karl was attacked, beaten, and knocked out by the Hex girls who were still squabbling amongst themselves until finally they received a call from their master to return with Karl back to their hideout.

"See Luna! You didn't do shit yet again!" Dusk boasted as she socked Karl once more before throwing him on her shoulders.

"Fuck you Dusk." Luna remarked as the girls took off for Downtown Birmingham.


Meanwhile with Roddy...


"Their... Their..." Roddy gasped as the bodies of the other Belkan's littered the ground around the scrap yard.

"Dead, yes." A strong female voice remarked from behind him. "But not in vain."

Roddy turned around to see an older woman in black holding a VSS Sniper rifle to his chest. "You... You did..."

"This? No." She remarked coolly. "I kill monsters, those who are not human or those who have proven their worth. These men were human, more than you'll ever be Rodrick Dael."

Roddy was insulted by the woman's remark, but soon became confused. "Are you that one broad that Karl use to talk about? The witch?"

The woman smirked and shouldered her weapon, "Their is just something about you Dael's that makes me smile." She said kissing Roddy on the cheek. "You remind me of your Father when we were running together in Gotham way back when." She said with a giggle.

"Who are you?" Roddy asked the strange woman.

"Claudia." She replied. "Claudia Marlin."