2015 a.t.b., Zion National Park, Utah. Alistair regrouped with Knight and Ocelot, near the exit to the canyon.

Alistair (Age 14): Still in one piece, I see.
Knight: Same goes for you. But, we're not done, yet.
Ocelot: We've got legionaries heading across the canyon, to kill us. They caught word of our presence, and Caesar knows you're here. He wants you deader than disco.
Alistair: In that case, I'd better give you your gifts. (brings out revolver) For Ocelot, this modified Single Action Army.
Ocelot: (takes revolver) Hey. It looks good. There's a club on the handle.
Alistair: I get the feeling that it'll bring you good luck.
Ocelot: I like it. (holsters revolver) In return...(brings out .44 magnum revolver)...you can have this.
Alistair: (takes .44 magnum revolver) Might come in handy. (holsters revolver)
Knight: You'll also need this bad boy. (hands Alistair hunting shotgun)
Alistair: Now, I've got two shotguns. (holsters shotgun)
Knight: And...(hands Alistair DMR) This beauty.
Alistair: Airborne Division. Nice. (holsters DMR) I can shoot and snipe much faster, with that. Now, my gift for you. (hands Knight machete)
Knight: A machete?
Alistair: That was a gift from Civility.
Knight: Oh... It's one of those vibroblade weapons. I like it. (equips machete to hip) The rest of the guys are at the bottom of the canyon, ready to blow shit up. Explosions, bullets, fire, you name it. It'll be hectic, for those guys.
Alistair: We have to focus on the Legates. We need to piss him off and force him into the open.
Ocelot: And, you'll have your showdown with General Oliver at Hoover Dam?
Alistair: I'm Sparta kicking him off the dam.
Knight: Damn, dude! That's one way to kill somebody!
Alistair: What do the guys at the bottom of the canyon have?
Ocelot: Well, they mined the ground and layered the rock walls with plastic explosives. They've got all the weaponry they need. Missile launchers, SMGs, assault rifles, shotguns, miniguns and flamethrowers.
Alistair: You're literally going to hail them with ordnance and take their crap?
Knight: That's the plan. Let's take those sons of bitches out!

Meanwhile, at the Legion encampment, the Legates watched the last of the legionaries head for the canyon, to deal with Knight's mercenaries. However, the reinforcements that Caesar promised them had not arrived.

Lucius: We sent every single legionary to Zion, and our reinforcements aren't here.
Longinus: We have the elite legionaries, at least.
Lucius: This is not an ideal situation. Over 500 legionaries are going to die, and we're not allowed to leave the area.
Longinus: Don't worry. If Wake tries to get to us, he'll have to get past the remaining Decanus and Centurions that we sent, to guard the only exit that leads to us.
Lucius: (growls) Where are the reinforcements?

Lucius then heard the sound of multiple propellers in the sky, and looked up. He saw an Enclave VTOL hovering over the canyon, and noticed the symbol on the side of it: a vulture carrying a Confederate flag in its talons.

Lucius: Is that Samuel Hawking?
Longinus: Wait, what?

Back with Alistair, Ocelot and Knight, the group was on their way to exit Zion when a group of Centurions blocked their path.

Alistair: Didn't know about these guys, did you?
Knight: Nope.
Ocelot: We're not sticking around for their life story. (draws new revolver)

Ocelot fired the revolver that Alistair gave him at the Centurions, and all 8 fell, one by one, in 6 shots.

Ocelot: (shocked) Wha-? What the-?
Knight: That was the luckiest thing I've ever seen!
Alistair: Huh. I was just exaggerating, but I guess that gun is lucky.
Ocelot: It is now and forever named "Lucky".
Alistair: Keep it moving.
Ocelot: (reloads Lucky) Yes, sir.

Back at the Legion camp, Legate Lucius was befuddled by the presence of Samuel Hawking.

Lucius: What the hell is he doing here?
Longinus: He probably wants to see the battle unfold and get the supplies for his Mephisto.
Lucius: Wait, we have the necessary ingredients for Mephisto?
Longinus: Yeah. I wouldn't try it, though. Don't want my body to be destroyed.

Immediately, the sounds of gunfire and explosions emitted from inside the canyon.

Longinus: Well, we're screwed. We should leave.
Lucius: The narrow escape excuse? I'm all for it. Where should we go?
Alistair: Hell's a good place.

The Legates turned around to find Alistair, Ocelot and Knight, aiming their weapons at them.

Lucius: Shit.
Longinus: So much for our backup.

Alistair and Knight shot the heads of both Legates, and they fell to the ground, dead.

Alistair: Problem solved. Grab their crap.
Ocelot: Alright.
Knight: Let's see what kind of shit I can destroy.

Knight and Ocelot split up to search the tents. Ocelot found a large supply of weapons that had a brand on them. The brand read: "Atlas Weapons Manufacturing".

Ocelot: Atlas weapons? Wait, Charlie Atlas? That screwhead was born from the Enclave? So, this must explain Civility's weapons, too.

Ocelot felt a presence behind him, and turned around.

Ocelot: Oh, shit...

Meanwhile, Knight was in a tent filled with the necessary supplies to create the Mephisto steroid.

Knight: So, this is where the Mephisto comes from. The Legion gets the ingredients for him.

Knight felt that someone was in the tent with him, and drew his guns. He found the intruder as he turned around.

Knight: Screw me sideways.

As Alistair waited for his friends to return, he heard a loud impact, and Ocelot was launched out of the tent he was in. Then, a gunshot from a one-handed shotgun rang out, and Knight was launched to the ground.

Knight: (strained) Found their backup. (passes out)

The two assailants exited the tent, revealing themselves to be cyborgs. However, the cyborgs were not wearing metal plate masks and showed emotion, albeit insane emotions.

Alistair: Who the hell are you?
Epsilon: (appears) Oh, shit! Metas!
Alistair: You know these guys?
Epsilon: These guys attained Metastability! They're pretty much like the AIs they were cloned from, except even more batshit crazy!
Alistair: Fantastical.

The two Metas approached Alistair and Epsilon, to speak with them.

Meta Assassin: Alistair Wake. Good to see you, pal.
Alistair: I don't think those Legates knew you were here.
Meta Eraser: (holsters shotgun) Well, we didn't really need them alive.
Alistair: I take it that you're here for me?
Meta Assassin: Clearly. Thank God that we don't have OCD, anymore.
Alistair: Wait, mook AIs are OCD?
Epsilon: They're very picky on bodies. They can't possess a body with a big hole or a limb missing, they can't possess skeletons and they can't possess ashes.
Meta Eraser: Yeah. Kind of annoying. Hawking wants you and your pals out of the way, so, we're gonna kill you.
Meta Assassin: I get to call first dibs!

The Meta assassination professional charged at Alistair with ferocity and speed. When he reached Alistair, he suddenly felt life slip away, as the combat knife-sized chainsaw in Alistair's reverse grip pierced through his forehead.

Alistair: One step ahead, every time. (kicks body to the ground)
Meta Eraser: Well, now... Impressive. However... (draws baton) I must...erase you. 'Cause that's my title.

The Meta Eraser charged at Alistair and swung his baton at Alistair, but kept missing as Alistair dodged every swing. After being annoyed at not hitting Alistair, the Eraser drew his shotgun and fired it at Alistair. Alistair barely dodged the shotgun blast, but his right arm was bleeding. Alistair drew his hunting shotgun and unloaded all of the rounds into the Eraser. With the Eraser stunned, Alistair threw the shotgun aside and drew his .44 magnum revolver and unloaded the rounds of the revolver into the Eraser's head, then kicked the dead body aside.

Alistair: How are you two doing?
Ocelot: I got punched in the face! Also, Knight's out of commission.
Mercenary A: Guys!?

All of the mercenaries sent to fight the legionaries regrouped with their leaders, in full force.

Mercenary A: What the hell happened here!?
Alistair: Metas.
Mercenary B: Shit. Wait, you killed two Metas?! Holy shit!
Mercenary C: What a badass!
Mercenary D: Boss!

A group of mercenaries went over to Knight to treat his wounds. Immediately, the Enclave VTOL hovered high above the encampment, and a familiar voice rang out.

Hawking: Hey, guys! I'm kinda confused on why you're still alive!
Mercenary A: Dust that bitch!

All of the mercenaries opened fire on the VTOL with the missile launchers, miniguns, and other weapons they were wielding. The VTOL began spiraling out of control and began speeding towards the city beyond the encampment.

Alistair: So, you guys wanna get rid of some stuff?
Mercenary A: Of course.

2017 a.t.b., 7:50 p.m., Ashford Academy, Lamperouge residence. Alistair finished his heroic story to Nunnally, ending with the immediate defeat of Samuel Hawking.

Nunnally: I can't believe Hawking showed up.
Alistair: Me, neither. Apparently, he was using the Legion to get supplies for his Mephisto.
Nunnally: You're so amazing. Ocelot, Knight, those mercenaries... You're all heroes. (yawns)
Sayoko: Sounds like it's time for bed.
Alistair: Good night, Nunnally.
Sayoko: Come visit, again.
Alistair: You know I will.