"The Wrath of McAlister"

During Marks time in the military academy he was always known as the major hard ass. He was always challenging the sergeants; always insisting that his way was better. McAlister always ready to fight with words or a worst times his fists. This lack of self control made many of the leaders angry. They would always try and get him kicked out of the academy but as luck would have it he found ways around getting court marshaled many times. However, no one knew that he was secretly blackmailing every judge that he ever came in front of. They did not have the guts to try and eliminate him altogether with the amount of dirt he dug up on them. McAlister's sergeants were blind and deaf not too see what he was up to. In their desperation to get rid of him they did not see just how brilliant he was, he may have schemed his way to the top of his class but his doggone determination made him dangerous. He was stationed as a lieutenant in Vietnam where it was his job to maintain order. He was supposed to stay behind and give orders but he instead boarded an Apache helicopter and rained hellfire on to the Vietnam communist rebels only stopping when he ran out of ammunition. That's how it was whenever he was "allowed" to fight. He would keep going till he just could no do any more with what he had. He always went against the norm when it came to dealing with minor threats. He would get so tired to using soldiers that he would launch a large scale attacks with missiles and chemical weapons that were all against Miranda rights. He often grew tired to giving orders and took things into his won hands. Usually finishing the job faster then an entire platoon could. His not-by-the-book methods won him praise in the previous administration. He moved fast through the ranks and was given the role of Head General by president Whitmore. To McAlister; to attack America is a plea for death. A death that the entire middle east seemed to beg for. He had tired to get the president to sign off on dropping an atomic bomb on them but Whitmore wanted to play by the U.N Playbook. Another agency that McAlister hated. The U.N were worse then the Autobots thought McAlister. So feeble minded and so idiotic to think that human rights came before the safety of an entire country. McAlister loved being American but in his eyes, America was becoming weak. A weakness he thought; that had to be stopped before it got any worse. One thing was certain; McAlister wasn't a man to be messed with. Except one Colonel was about to learn that the hard way.

Outside Washington D.C. in an old abandoned mill a man sits in the middle of the large room tied to a chair. The mans name is Colonel Barton. Barton was a blonde haired 43 year old. He had hazel eyes that stung by the large searchlight that was pointed right in his face. He could feel that his feet were in pails of water. Pales that had electrical wiring coming out of them. He was bound tightly. And he had his left sleeve ripped and on his arm was several needle marks. He started to come back to consciousness. He raised his groggy head and it ached something awful.

McAlister – "You're awake."
Barton – "General McAlister? What is going on? Where am I? What is the meaning of this?" {He was completely stunned to see McAlister.}
McAlister – "Colonel Barton, you are here to stand trial."
Barton – "Trial? WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT! WHAT TRIAL!?"
McAlister – "You have been a bad soldier Barton, you didn't think I wouldn't find out about you selling information to Russia did you?"
Barton – "I did no such thing!"
McAlister – "Since you seem so keen on playing games."

McAlister held up a dial and turned it sending shocks to Barton. His screams echoed in the empty mill.

McAlister – "NOW WHO HAVE YOU BEEN SELLING INFORMATION TO!?"
Barton – {trying his best to keep composure} "HAVE YOU LOST YOUR MIND MCALISTER!?"
McAlister – {threw down a large stack of papers in front of Barton, out came photos of him with several known enemies and numerous scripts of telephone conversations between him and the Russian Bureau of Intelligence}
Barton – {was speechless, and worst of all shamed}
McAlister – "now that we are on the same page, WHO ELSE HAVE YOU BEEN SELLING INFORMATION TO?!"
Barton – "NO ONE ELSE!"
McAlister – "Tisk tisk, you are such a lousy liar." {McAlister cranked up the juice to the shocks and a second set of screams echoed} "You should know I can keep this up forever"
Barton – {gasping} "You – wont – get – away with – this."
McAlister – "And that is where you are DEAD WRONG." {He shocked Barton again} "NOW WHO ARE YOU SELLING OUR TOP SECRET FILES TO!?"
Barton – "You have- nothing – on me – except doctored files and photos."
McAlister – {got angry and smacked Barton across the face} "You piece of shit!"{McAlister kicked the pails way, realizing electricity would not work went over to a side table and opened a briefcase and took out a pair of black gloves}

Barton tried to fidget free but found it useless as the ropes cut into his body the more he tried to break free. Barton was completely confused and utterly scared out of his mind. He was being tortured by his commander! He now could see that the stories about McAlister were true. He had to get out and get help. But how? He looked around for something sharp to cut the ropes. Only to have McAlister's bellowing laughs ringing in his ears. He looked up to see McAlister adjusting his gloves.

McAlister – 'Looking for something to cut yourself free? You won't find anything, I cleared the area. It's just you, that chair, and me."{A snap from McAlister's glove rang out in the dark room}
Barton – {stated defiantly} "you are as bad as the stories say. I heard you were insane; but this takes the cake"
McAlister – "Stories Barton are only as valid as the people who state them. I forgot the one about you. I should have known using electricity wouldn't make you falter. You were trained to zone out the pain of shocks. I am impressed that you lasted 4 hours in your first run with torture testing."
Barton – "You've got nothing on me! Nothing at all! You will be cornered and shot for this McAlister! MARK MY WORDS WHEN THE OTHER GENERALS FIND OUT WHAT YOU HAVE {Barton was stopped by a hard hit across the face. The force was so great that it cut into his head. As blood trickled down his face he grew more fearful that he was going to die. But Barton couldn't let McAlister see this}
McAlister – "Generals? What general may I ask; would dare go against their superior officer!? "
Barton – {stayed silent}
McAlister – "WHO COLONEL BARTON! WHO DO YOU KNOW THAT WOULD STAND AGAINST ME! GENERAL QUALCOM! No he wouldn't dare. I have enough on him to keep him in my pocket at least until his usefulness runs out."
Barton – "So that's your game! We are all pawns to you aren't we!?"
McAlister – " Pawn is such an ugly word, I like the word utility. And each one of you is a source of not only leverage but influence to get what I want."
Barton – "YOU BASTARD!"
McAlister – "My patience with you is growing ever more slight. Oh well, I have ways of making people talk."

McAlister went over the where he had the suitcase and took out a crowbar. He then slowly moved toward Barton and with a grin slammed it across his head. Barton felt like he had just been hit with a steel ammunition's case. His head was really hurting now. Blood moved from the back of his head down to his collar. Soaking it and seeping down his back.

McAlister – "Now I ask you again, WHO HAVE YOU BEEN TRADING WITH!?"
Barton – "JUST RUSSIA!"
McAlister – "AH FINALLY WE ARE GETTING SOMEWHERE! Just Russia? I find that hard to believe."
{McAlister swung the crowbar against Barton's jaw and again across his face. More rips and tears appeared on his face. Barton started to tear up. In fear he started to shake violently}
Barton – "GENERAL MCALISTER PLEASE STOP!"
McAlister – {dropped the crowbar with a clang and threw a powerful punch to Barton's stomach making him keel over in pain} "That's right Barton, I am your general! You leader! You should be lucky to lick my boots clean LIKE THE FILTHLY DOG YOU ARE!"
Barton – "Go – to – hell – you prick!"
McAlister – {picked up the crow bar and with one clean swipe brought it down onto Barton's left foot severing off two of his toes}
Barton – "AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHRRRRRGGGG!"
McAlister – "I would be careful if I were you. Or you may loose something you can't get back."
Barton – "What – are – you?"{Barton asked through cries and gasps}
McAlister – {held up a tape recorder and played it}
Female Voice – "HELP ANDREW HE HAS THE KIDS! HELP US ANDREW!"
Boy and girl voice – "DADDY HELP US! DADDY PLEASE!"
Barton – "SUSIE! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WITH MY KIDS!?"
McAlister – "Dear Susie Barton tried so hard to save little Kathy and little Tommy."
Barton – "THIS CANT BE HAPPENING! NOT MY FAMILY! NOT MY KIDS!"
McAlister – "Yes your family. So as I said before, I WILL MAKE YOU SING ONE WAY OR ANOTHER!"
Barton – {profusely cried}
McAlister – "Colonel Barton, I suggest you STOP THAT PATHETIC WHINING AND GET TALKING! BECAUSE YOUR FAMILY MAY NOT LAST THAT LONG!"
Barton – "YOU WIN! I SOLD TO RUSSIA, GERMANY, AND CHINA!"
McAlister – "China! YOU SOLD US OUT FOR THOSE BUDDHIST COMMIES!" {McAlister grabbed the knife from his calf holster and stabbed Barton in the leg}
Barton – {Continued to wail in pain}
McAlister – "WHAT HAVE YOU BEEN GIVING THEM!'
Barton – "Copies of – argh – N.B.E 1 – and "
McAlister – "MEGATRON! YOU SOLD THEM SECTOR 7 FILES!"
Barton – {held his head down}
McAlister – {grabbed Barton's chin and forcefully made Barton look him in the eyes} "Barton, Barton, Barton, YOUR LACK OF RESPECT DISGUSTS ME GREATLY! YOU ARE THE BIGGEST MOTHERFUCKER I HAVE EVER DELT WITH IN MY ENTIRE YEARS OF SERVICE!"
Barton – "Do what you want with me just let my family go!"
McAlister – "I intend to. Who have you been giving these files to!?"
Barton – {in pain listed every single contact he had down to the very smallest of clerks}
McAlister – {Taking the names down on a list} "I should be able to get to them easily with my new order almost ready to be signed off."
Barton – "Order, what new order!?"
McAlister – "By tomorrow morning the entire planet will see WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU FUCK WITH THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA! STARTING WITH DEAR OLE AFGHANLAND!"
Barton – "WHAT ARE YOU PLANNING ON DOING!?"
McAlister – {cut the rope to Barton's right hand} "I need one more signature, Yours! You sign it then I will tell you."
Barton – {desperate to see his family OK lifted his hand and McAlister put a pen in it. Andrew Barton a broken man signed the last line on the paper} "There, what are you doing?"
McAlister – "Operation Hellion Flight."
Barton – "HELLION! DO YOU KNOW HOW MANY PEOPLE WILL GET CAUGHT IN THE CROSSFIRE! YOU ARE TALKING ABOUT LARGE SCALE SWEEPS! A LOT OF INNOCENT LIVES WILL BE LOST!"
McAlister – "HAHAHAHAHAHA THERE ARE NO INNOCENT! ONLY THE WEAK THAT MUST BE TAKEN OUT AT THE ROOT! I WILL STOP THE TERRORISTS AND ALL THAT ALLI WITH THEM!"
Barton – "But SIR! YOU ARE TALKING ABOUT MASSIVE GENOCIDE!"
McAlister – {bent down to look Barton in the eye} "That is not for you to worry about. Now is there anything else you would like to confess to me?"
Barton – {realizing he was doomed if he didn't fess up spilled his guts}

Barton continued to talk for an hour about the little details about what he was doing. All the while McAlister continued his physical abuse of Barton. Every time he said something McAlister didn't like he was smacked or stabbed. Barton continued to speak with only one thought in mind; his kids and his wife were depending on him. All of the torture training was nothing in comparison to what McAlister was putting him through. He wished that he had not gotten into the side-angle business. Why he thought. Was the money really worth this? Was having a lavish lifestyle worth it? No. no it wasn't. He would have given anything to make it end. An end was never going to come. Even if he lived through this McAlister owned him. And he owned him forever.

McAlister – "Ah now wasn't that easy?"
Barton – "Just let my family go, and you can cart me off to prison."
McAlister – {cut Barton completely lose and his body fell to the floor}
Barton – "What? You are just going to let me go? Just like that?"
McAlister – {shook his head and looked into Barton's eyes} "It's a shame really, how fast iodine gas can stop a child's heart."
Barton – {his heart sank and he felt like he was falling out of a plane} "YOU – DIDN'T – NO! NO! NOOOOOOOO!" {Too weak to get up}
McAlister – "YOU BROUGHT THIS ON YOURSELF BARTON! YOU ARE THE REASON WHY YOUR KIDS ARE DEAD! YOU! ALL YOU!"
Barton – {in rage got up and tried to punch McAlister in the face only to have his fist stopped by McAlister's hand and to be thrown back and fell on the chair breaking it} "YOU ASSHOLE!"
McAlister – "I DON'T KNOW WHO IS MORE PATHETIC YOU OR YOUR WIFE! NIETHER ONE OF YOU COULD STOP ME! Unfortunately your wife's end wasn't nearly as clean as Kathy's and Tommy's." {McAlister laughed sinisterly}
Barton – {grabbed a piece of the chair and stabbed at McAlister's stomach only to realize he had on a bullet proof vest}
McAlister – {grabbed Barton's throat and held him high in the air} "DO YOU KNOW WHY I AM A GENERAL AND YOU ARE A MERE COLONEL? I AM SUPERIOR TO YOU IN EVERY WAY! YOU ARE PATHETIC, WEAK, STUPID, AND MOST OF ALL A WORTHLESS PIECE OF SHIT!"
Barton – {could barely breathe as he tried to free himself} "Some – one – will – stop – you"
McAlister – "THAT IS WHERE YOU ARE WRONG! I WILL NEVER BE DISTROYED! I AM GENERAL MCALISTER AND NO ONE WILL STAND IN MY WAY IN GETTING MY NEW WORLD ORDER!"
McAlister broke Barton's neck with one clench of his fist. He let his body drop to the floor.
McAlister – "Say hi to Mrs. Barton for me will you." {He laughed as he packed up his stuff and left the mill. Before he left he left he set fire to it}

{{President Whitmore's office}}

McAlister all cleaned up entered the oval office and in his best suite. He had on all of his badges and medals. He came in with his shoulders back and head held up high. He had the file with the signatures and plopped the file down on the desk.

Whitmore – "General McAlister it is awful early." {Looking at the clock to see 6 in the morning}
McAlister – "The early bird gets the worm Mr. President."
Whitmore – "I told you, call me Tom."
McAlister – "That would not be respectful sir." {Getting sick, every time he had to speak to Whitmore was nauseating to McAlister}
Whitmore – {opening the file} "All right, - wait, you want to initiate Hellion? That was only to be used in dire emergencies."
McAlister – "As those signatures clearly state, we are in danger sir. We must strike now. If we wait the cost of doing nothing may be worse. I have good Intel that the areas of strike would be heavily populated by terrorist threat. And as you can see all members within the War Room, Senate, and Congress have agreed. I have permission to go ahead in that motion."
Whitmore – "well when they said you are a get it done kind of person they weren't kidding. Okay, you have convinced the rest of the cabinet and it is up to me to act upon the will of the people. General McAlister you have my permission {he signed the last sheet in the file} Commence Operation Hellion."
McAlister – {saluted and took the file} "Yessir mister President."
Whitmore – "Before you go, have you seen Colonel Barton? He didn't return to his quarters last night. And I haven't been able to get a hold of him. I need him to take a look at a few Intel reports."
McAlister – "I guess he finally took my advice and went on holiday."
Whitmore – " Perhaps. Oh well, he will have to come to me and explain why he didn't tell me."
McAlister – {walked out of the room with a large grin on his face.} "President Whitmore, you are so naive. But not to worry, this country only has to suffer a bit more through your stupidity and failed leadership."

As McAlister spoke to the other generals in the war room while planes took off to go ahead with operation Hellion. Tara wheeler woke up to hear her cell phone go off as news stations got word of the operation taking place. Many people couldn't believe what they were being told. A total of 87 cities were deemed hostile and that meant that they had to be taken down. Across 5 countries the bullets and missiles fell. People were glued to their television sets as they saw what was going on. It didn't take long for the other members of the U.N to retaliate and speak against the order. The bombs kept falling as no one wanted to go against the US. The Middle East didn't stand a chance. When the final numbers were brought in it was madness. 10,342,987 people died. It would take months to go through the numbers to figure out which ones were civilians and which ones were terrorists. What few people understood about the mission was the fact that much of the first Intel reports were faked. In other news they reported the death of Colonel Barton. The investigators said that he had finally snapped during his service and killed his family before killing himself. The investigators were friends of McAlister's and covered it up. Megatron may have been evil but for the moment it seemed that McAlister was more underhanded then the con. For even the cons were amazed to the devastation of Hellion. The entire world seemed to stop as the clock ticked by every moment. The countries within the Middle East meet to discuss surrender. It would only be a useless endeavor, as the vote was 1/3 in favor of giving up. The war would continue and a General grew tired of the integrity of the Middle East. For the moment it was clear to everyone, the US was not the reckoned with. The air strikes had only managed to make other countries join in on the fight. The US was now considered a tyrannical dictatorship. Whitmore explained to the press but his words did little to quell the anger from the people of the earth. Due to McAlister's actions the amount of enemies against the US continued to rise. Many countries left the U.N due to the use of the bombs. Only a few countries continued to aid the US. Those countries were Germany, UK, France, and Israel. But for the moment McAlister was pleased. He had wanted to use Nuclear Arms but for now the ten million people would have to satisfy his thirst.

The day of the air strikes was called "The Day of RedSky." When the world was bathed in blood. And general McAlister was called "Morte" or death.

McAlister did a press interview.
McAlister – "I assure the people that Hellion was a necessary mission. We hope that after this the Middle East will give up their ways and finally conform to the set standards of other industrialized nations. My intelligence team has assured me that minimal casualties were made. Our primary target was terrorist bases and their outposts. But I give the world a word of caution. If you want to stand against us the peacekeepers of the world, you will be meet with the same welcome. We the United States of America stand against all that threaten innocence and the right to live a comfortable life. All terrorists drop your arms and give up. You can see that your end is coming, if you give up we will stop the attacks and the presence of our troops in your countries. LET FREEDOM RING ACROSS EVERY CORNER OF THE WORLD! WE THE PEOPLE WILL NOT STAND AGAINST INJUSTICE ANYMORE! JOIN US AND WE WILL WIN AGAINST THIS EVIL! AS WE SAY; WE WILL NOT GO QUIETLY INTO THE NIGHT. WE WILL NOT VANISH WITHOUT A FIGHT! WE WILL LIVE ON TO AID ALL THOSE IN NEED OF HELP! FOR THE TERRORISTS HAVE HAD THEIR CHANCE TO CHANGE FOR THE BETTER! I ASK EVERYONE IN THE WORLD FOR THEIR UNDERSTANDING OVER THIS MATTER! AND I ASK PROMISE THIS, THE WORLD WILL BE UNIFIED UNDER PEACE IF THE REST OF THE WORLDS GOVERNMENTS AID IN THE DISTRUCTION OF THE ENEMIES THAT THREATEN US!" {McAlister was meet with a round of applause from the press and the cabinet members. Even Whitmore clapped with the rest}

Bombs sounded, Brothers healed, Alliances were established, while companionship was made. All things earthly in nature. But earth to one con meant only one thing. A chance to redeem himself. Drone was on the planet Junkion and when he opened his eyes after a month of being knocked offline saw a peculiar being. A transformer by the name of Wreak Gar.