Hey everyone, here's part 2 of the last chapter. I'm pretty sure this one's going to be extra badass since I was listening to nothing but Five Finger Death Punch while typing this thing. Remember to visit PorterMillerSeries1's story, "Prayers of an Equalist" because our stories are in fact connected, they're just set two months apart... for now. Anyway, without further adeu, here's the next chapter. Please review.

Chapter 11

Vladimir Makarov was the most skilled assassin out of everyone that was attending this mission. He had seen warzone after warzone and he had walked fresh and clean out of every single one of them. So, when he chose to be paired up with an inexperienced teenager who had nothing but a bladed weapon, he was expecting something stupid to happen to both himself or the teenager, Khai. Sure enough, when they were in the middle of steeling the two vehicles, Khai was forced into hand to hand combat with a hardened and trained Preditorian soldier. The battle itself was completely unfair. Khai was only good with bladed weapons, and he wasn't quite used to other worldly weaponry. After getting into a very heated fist fight, the soldier finally kicked Khai away and raised his rifle. Makarov grabbed a hold of Khai's shirt and yanked him out of the way. He then raised his PP-2000 as the soldier got one shot off.

That single shot was all it took to blow their cover. After silencing the soldier, Makarov swore into the coms line.

"CHYORT." he shouted.

"Vlad, what the hell just happened?" asked Johnathon.

"Some capitalist prick just tried to kill Khai. You may as well lose the suppressors, they know we're here." he said. Makarov then hauled Khai to his feet. "Are you alright? Can you move?" he asked. After getting a shakey nod from Khai, Makarov opened the back of one of the Humvees and literally threw Khai into it.

Tyler and Ryan

Captain Tyler Zelenski and Major Ryan Whitman sat in the guard's quarters when the shit hit the fan. (Tyler was the red head who abducted Korra). Tyler looked at his commanding officer when they both heard the gunshot. Ryan was white like Tyler. He was about 20 years old and he had brown eyes and brown hair. He wore black cargo pants, black combat boots, and a black tank top. He got up from his comfy chair and grabbed a green shemahg from the near table and began to tie it around his head. Tyler got up and grabbed his VSV Sniper rifle and tossed it to Ryan, as he finished tying the shemahg. Tyler then grabbed an RPK-74M and loaded a drum magazine into it. Once Tyler had grabbed enough ammunition to start a small war, he walked with Ryan to a very important looking door.

Ryan calmly opened it and walked in, followed swiftly by Tyler. Beyond the door was a small office overlooking the inside of a large wearhouse as a large pice of machinary was being constructed, along with a large oak desk and a very eccentric chair facing the construction project. Ryan and Tyler clicked their boots together. The chair swivled around to reveal an old, but quite capable, man wearing an olive drab general's uniform, and an olive drab coat over it. He also wore an officer's hat and black leather gloves. He had one or two wrinkles here and there, and there was the still the slightest touch of brown in his greyed hair. Ryan and Tyler snapped to a salute and the man behind the desk stood up and returned their solute.

"I take it that it's him?" asked the old man.

"Yes General Robertson. He's finally come back home." said Ryan. More gunfire could now be heard.

"Actually, it sounds like a lot of them have made their way back home." said Tyler.

"Then let's give them a proper Preditorian Greeting." said General Robertson. "Defend this wearhouse until your final breath. That is all." he said soluting the two men. Ryan and Tyler returned the salutes and walked out of Robertson's office. Robertson took out a large Cuban cigar and lit it. He took a few puffs and watched his massive project being built in front of him. It was only a matter of time before the entire city would bow to a Preditorian Republican Flag, and with the negotiations with the Equalist Party, which were going quite well, Robertson was sure that he had his ace in the hole. The one thing he wasn't accounting for was that the Avatar had allready been sprung from her prison. But he wouldn't realize that until it was too late.

Ryan and Tyler exited the building and saw a group of soldiers be torn in half by a 20 year old girl with a G36C. They both dove for cover, not expecting to see an entire squad get mauled by a single person. Tyler yanked the slide back on his RPK and flipped the by pod down and spun around from his cover mounting it. All he did then was squeeze the trigger until he either ran out of bullets, or the barrel shattered. Ryan watched as the girl in Hasheesh armor dover for cover. Once an oppritunity had made itself known, Ryan ran for the Hasheesh girl and raised his rifle. Before he could fire, a bullet, that seemed to come from the trees, shattered a piece of a wall in front of him. Ryan instinctively dove for the nearest cover he could find.

A sniper from the trees was pinning him down and Tyler's constant spraying from his RPK wasn't helping in the least. Ryan stuck his index finger and his thumb under his tongue and whistled to get Tyler's attention. When the bullet's finally stopped, Ryan signaled Tyler to move up. Watching the trees with a hunter's gaze, he eventually got up to Ryan.

"Dude, you shouldn't have left your body armor in the building." said Tyler, reloading his RPK. Ryan just shrugged his shoulders.

"I'm faster that way." he said, cockiness laiden withing every word.

"Yeah, well I'd rather not die than take a bullet through the fucking chest." said Tyler, yanking the slide back on the RPK. Ryan took out a small electronic device and turned it on. "What the fuck are you doing?" aske Tyler.

"Trying to get their coms. Cover me for a sec will ya?" commanded Ryan. Tyler rolled his eyes and hefted his RPK up onto a covered wall and just waited.

Dayton's POV

There they are. The traitors to Hasheesh. Captain Tyler Zelenski and Major Ryan Whitman. Both of them, mine for the taking. As much as I want to splash both of their brains all over the wall, i just can't bring myself to do it. I can't shoot two of my brothers. They seemed to be talking to each other. I saw Ryan pull out a coms hacker and I nearly stopped breathing. I may not have been able to kill them, but crippling their advantages, that was an entirely different story. I aimed in for the hacker and I shot it out of Ryan's hands. It disintegrated once it left the traitor's grip, and I kept my scope on them, all the while hesitating on what to do.

I then saw movement somewhere else. The traitors stayed in cover hoping that I would be merciful. I was the perfect cover for Johnathon and Christian to sneak out with Asami, and... Korra? Wait what? How the hell did whe get here? Actually, nevermind. I've got one question too many today. A soldier suddenly grabbed me by the shoulder and rolled me over, his M4 pointed at my face. I swatted it away before a burst of bullets came out of it. I then brought my foot as close to me as possible and slammed it into the soldier's groin. He flew back and I dropped my rifle and he dropped his. He clutched his groin while taking out his combat knife. I calmly took out my tomahawk and we circled in my nice little sniper's perch.

He attempted to slash me across the face. I squatted and railed him in the solar plexius, knocking the wind out of him. He tried making a mad slash for me again. I ducked and moved behind him, grabbed him by the strap of his armor and continued his body's spin from his most recent slash. He was barely breathing now. Time to end this. After reaching the point that I wanted, his eyes stared upon me with life. One. Last. Time.

I brought my tomahawk down. His forearm went up to block the strike and my blade struck his forearm and stayed lodged with in it. He screamed of terrible pain the made my blood freeze. I hate it when the have to suffer like that. I grabbed the injured arm and held it by the wrist while I not so gently removed the tomahawk. Once it was out, I then burried it into his loyalist neck. He slid off of it with a bubbly sort of noise and he stayed on the ground bleeding. I crouched down and bowed my head in prayer for a brief moment before grabbing my SR-25 and throwing it on my back. I then set up a rappel line and took out my suppressed M9. After unscrewing the suppressor, I hopped over the railing and ran vertically down the tree. I ran through the woods until I reached the wall and waited for my exit point. I put my hand to my ear and got Johnathon's attention.

"Oxide, this is Eagle-eyes. I've displaced and am at the primary exfil point. Repeat, I've displaced. You no longer have sniper support, over." I said. A disgruntled Johnathon now came onto the com lines.

"(Agitated Grunt). Roger that Eagle-eyes. All squad members, we no longer have sniper support. Repeat, we no longer have sniper support, over." said Johnathon.

With Johnathon

Dayton had gotten to his exfil point a little earlier than what was planned, but it didn't matter. He, Shana, and Korra were holding down the front wall while Schrody continued to work his magic. Makarov's voice came to life on the coms.

"Johnathon, Dayton, or Shana. I need one of you to get to the vehicle depot and drive the other Humvee out of here. Which is it going to be?" said Makarov. Johnathon and Shana went behind cover and cursed themselves sensless. How could they have missed that? Someone with Driving capabilities needed to go with Makarov. Johnathon then raised his fist to mis level and stared at Shana. Shana did the same.

"Loser's must go. Best two out of sree." said Shana. Johnathon nodded. The bounced their fist three times and Shana kept her fist closed while Johnathon opened his hand. Shana cursed at Johnathon. They repeated this motion. Johnathon once again opened his hand and this time, Shana had two fingers out. Johnathon cursed at Shana. They reapeated this motion one last time and Johnathon kept his fist closed while Shana kept her previous hand. Shana screamed a German swear at Johnathon. "Ugh, just promise me you'll cover me Herr Vundabar." said Shana, sounding exhausted.

"Of course." said Johnathon, putting a fresh magazine into his AEK-971. He jumped up and shot the two closest sodiers through the head. Shana made a mad dash for the vehicle depot. After killing two more soldiers, Johnathon kept Ryan and Tyler pinned down. They stayed behind the wall as they saw Shana run past them, flipping them off. They both heard something hit the ground in front of them, and they looked at the spot. A live grenade sat in the dirt in front of them. With lightning reflexes, Ryan stood up and kicked the grenade away and grabbed Tyler and dove on top of him. The explosion popped their eardrums and it eventually sent blood trickling down their faces from their ears.

Shana made it to the vehicle depot and found a lone soldier inside, holding Makarov at gunpoint. Shana took out her agressively large combat knife and casually flipped it in her hand as she silently moved closer to the soldier. Once close enough, she cupped her hand over his mouth and jabbed the blade through the side of his neck, stabbing through and through. She then sliced outward, spraying blood all over the ground and almost decapitating the soldier entirely. Makarov tossed her a set of keys and told her to take the rear. Shana ran to her Humvee and started it up. Once situated, Makarov floored the gas pedal and crashed through the wall. Shana followed and they made it to Johnathon's group. They seemed to be a lot further away from the wall than when Shana had left them. Schrody's psychotic expression was all she needed to figure out why.

Schrody shouted an insult to all of the soldiers and hit the detonator switch. A massive explosion erupted from the wall, taking about two feet out of the ground. Luckily, a large piece of the wall collapsed, filling in the road hazard. Korra shot a massive line of fire that would have killed any soldier, should they have chosen to cross it.

"Let's go. LET'S GO!" shouted Johnathon. Khai, Ruan, and Schrody got into Makarov's Humvee, while Korra, Johnathon, Christian, and Asami got into Shana's. Makarov floored the gas again to pick Dayton up. Seconds later, Schrody's little form could be seen poking out of the top of the Humvee and yanking the slide back on the massive 50. cal machine gun. Christian got into the turret while Johnathon rode shotgun. A soldier got in between the two getaway vehicles and began shooting at Makarov's Humvee, which was already pulling away. Shana floored the gas pedal and the soldier turned around only to be met with a Humvee to the chest. His shocked face managed to smash through the windshield. Johnathon let his rifle drop to the floor and the quickly took out his pistol and put two bullets into the soldier's forehead. Johnathon then kicked him out of the windshield and his body slid under the Humvee, which Shana did not hesitate to drive over. After making it to Makarov's Humvee, everyone celebrated. Cheers and high fives were being given out everywhere in both cars. Christian made his way back into the back of the Humvee and was immediately wrapped in a teary eyed hug from Asami.

"Thank you so much for saving my life." she said, in between sobs. "If there's any way I can repay you, please don't hesitate to-"

"Acutally, there is a way." said Christian. She looked up at him as he took off his balaclava, wiping away all the sweat from the stress and the adrenaline on his forearm. Johnathon did the same, and he was met with the cool night air that was now blowing through the head-sized hole in the wind shield. "You could let me take you on a date." said Christian. Asami blushed and nodded.

"Aww. Somevone's got a girlfriend." said Shana. Korra came up from the back seat and wrapped Johnathon in a backwards hug. She bent all the perspiration from Johnathon's head and whipped it outside the hole in the windsheild.

"Thank you for coming to get me." said Korra, kissing Johnahton on the cheek. The drive back to Republic City was a complete blur. It was a shame that none of the assassins had stayed in certain districts to stop certain benders from being kidnapped as a retaliation from Robertson.

Well, that's that peoples. I love to see reviews in my review box... giggity. Um, oh and if you like Khai and Ruan, as briefly as they're mentioned, go and read "Prayers of an Equalist" by PorterMillerSeries1. Hope you enjoyed it. As always, until next time.