/Outside of Denver, Colorado. 6:30 PM/

The group had shocked looks at they saw the Klan and the Merryweather mercenaries outside.

"How the fuck did they find you?!" Ryan asked.

"Eh, long story..." Hawkins muttered.

"Alright... But what're we going to do? There's at least a dozen Merryweather outside. Plus, no offense Yumi and Kazumi, but you MIGHT wanna hide somewhere..." Odd said.

Yumi and Kazumi both sighed with annoyance. Juri stood up with a frown, grabbing her pistol.

"Prizrak, you get your rifle. Ghost, you, Jeremie, and Aelita are going to company me." Juri said.

Jeremie and Aelita both went wide eyed.

"Wait, we're coming with?" Jeremie asked.

"Yes... I've been told you both are excellent negotiators. I need that now." Juri said.

"Yeah... Guys, don't worry. You and Kylie will be safe." Chase added.

Aelita nodded as she locked hands with a worried Jeremie.

"You can count on us... Just don't get me, Jeremie, or Kylie killed, alright?" Aelita asked.

"Da. (Yes). We understand." Prizrak replied.

Chase cocked his pistol as Prizrak grabbed Wendy's rifle and walked out the backdoor. Aelita and Jeremie had nervous looks as they followed Juri and Chase out of the front of the house...


The mercenaries and the KKK saw Juri, Chase, Aelita, and Jeremie all walk outside. The mercenaries aimed their rifles at the group.

"Hold!" Osborn, the leader of the group of mercinaries, shouted.

Juri, Aelita, Jeremie, and Chase all stopped, holding up their hands.

"Calm down! We only wanna talk!" Chase said.

"Yes... We have no quarrel with you." Juri added.

Osborn frowned. "Are you fucking kidding me?! Chernobyl was one of our biggest setbacks!" he said.

"Our bad..." Jeremie muttered.

Osborn growled, aiming his pistol at the group. "WHY SHOULDN'T I SHOOT YOU FUCKERS?!" he roared.

"Because we just want to negotiate! For god sakes, there's KIDS in the cabin!" Aelita said.

"GOOD! Fucking brats need to see what the world's like now! The Chinese and the Russians took over! America's dead!" Osborn shot back.

"Fuck you! You guys helped that happen!" Chase shot back.

Osborn growled. Suddenly, the group all saw Aelita smirking at him.

"Hey, what's your name?" Aelita asked.

"Sergeant Osborn... Why do you need to know, pinkie?" Osborn growled.

Aelita snickered.

"Maybe you should be careful. Considering you have a rifle pointed at the back of your head..." Aelita said with a smirk.

Osborn went wide eyed as Prizrak fired from the tree he was in. The bullets landed next to Osborn, causing him to jump and go wide eyed.

"HOLY FUCK!" Osborn screamed.

Aelita stepped forward a little with her hands on her hips, and a smirk on her face.

"Maybe we could come to an understanding now?" Aelita sarcastically asked.

Osborn had a look of fear as he nodded, bolstering his gun. The rest of the mercenaries and the KKK all had looks of anger.

"You're listening to the pink-haired French bitch?!" a Klansman asked.

"Do you wanna get shot by them?!" A Merryweather mercenary asked.

Kylie smirked, crossing her arms.

"Yeah... Do you wanna get shot, assholes?" Kylie taunted, smirking all the while.

"Watch your mouth, sweetie." Aelita scolded, not taking her eyes off of the mercenaries and Klansmen.

Osborn looked at Prizrak, in the tree, seeing the barrel of his sniper rifle was pointed at his head. Osborn sighed, and turned to look back at Aelita.

"We'll leave... But we'll be back, bitch." Osborn warned.

"Looking forward to it." Aelita replied, smugly.

Several of the mercenaries had looks of fury, directing it all at Osborn.

"You're fucking DEAD, Osborn!" one of them warned.

Osborn growled as he walked back to his van. Chase, Juri, Prizrak, Harkov, James, Wendy, and everyone else who had a gun kept a firm hand on their weapons, as they watched the KKK and the Merryweather mercenaries get in their vans, and drive away.

Aelita smirked as she turned to look back at the stunned group.

"What? I can be bossy sometimes, too!" Aelita defended.


/Vorkuta, Komi Republic. Russia. 4:25 PM/

Mettic had a frown on his face as he saw prisoners getting executed by firing squad, right outside of the doorway he was standing in. He turned to look at a CIA agent standing next to him.

"Baseplate has been confirmed dead, huh?" Mettic asked, trying to make small talk.

"Yes sir. His remains were found in Arizona." The agent said.

Mettic shrugged, seeing another five prisoners getting shot by his troops.

"Eh... He was expendable anyway. Our real prize is the two prisoners we have." Mettic said.

"The Schaeffer's?" the agent asked, with surprise.

Mettic sighed with annoyance.

"Yeah, dipshit. They're our prize... It's just good fortune that Mason and Federov arranged everything for me, before they were killed." Mettic said.

The agent nodded, watching a prisoner trying to run away from the firing squad. He actually made a pretty good distance before six bullets went into his back, killing him instantly. Mettic chuckled at the sight.

"God, that NEVER gets old..." Mettic said, mostly to himself.

The agent shrugged as they kept watching more and more executions...

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