"First, I want to congratulate those who helped in stopping the Hyenas."

Captain McClanahan remarked before continuing his briefing.

"A couple things to know about this new enemy, these outcasts. Agent Bivins, want to give them the report?"

"Yes. Thank you Captain. The first class of enemy is what we are labeling as an 'Assault'. These guys are your standard outcast. In firefights, they are more organized than the Hyenas but less than the True Sons. They are equipped with the common AK-M's, some of you may use them too. Don't be afraid to pick up ammunition from their bodies."

Hemorrhage clicked a button and another slide passed to a new picture.

"These are what we call 'Rushers'. These are people who are terminally ill with the Green Poison and have therefore volunteered to be suicide bombers. If you ever come up on a patrol or anywhere for that matter, they should always be your first target. They are fast too so try to kill them before you alert them. If you're a really good shot, you maybe be able to hit their explosives, blowing themselves and their compatriots to bits."

"Next are the 'Throwers', these guys use only a pistol, but they throw Molotov cocktails at their enemies. They are weak, but make sure to dodge their Molotov's. Here we have a 'Controller', these are people who operate RC cars with sawblades attached to them. After the Rushers, these should always be targeted, don't wanna lose a leg after all.


Manny was looking out the window of the Blue Room, where he had set up his personal office and private quarters. He looked down at an angle towards the west, looking into the west wing cabinet room. His agents were giving a brief to some militia. turning back to his desk, he picked up his comm piece.

"Big Penn to reaper, how copy?"

"Reaper here, go ahead."

"I've received some reports from our advanced scouts. It seems you've been busy terrorizing the outcasts."

"Oh?"

"I have reports that there are some pretty gruesome scenes in the street."

"You gave me a job. I will continue until I put a bullet into Shaw's head."

"Makes you think you know, what you would do if your child died."

"Doesn't matter. Doesn't mean that you should start to kill random people."

"Understood. Big Penn out."


It was 2000 and Alpha Tango was in the mess hall. They cooks had served a chicken salad with some freshly baked bread. Everyone was so preoccupied with security and other support operations that no one considered that the mess staff were probably the only thing that had kept everyone going. They were life saviors.

Hemorrhage stood up and put his plate in a bin. "I'm going to the workbench. Gotta fiddle with my sights." He gave each Raptor and Thunderclap a wink.

Raptor nodded and Thunderclap just looked down to his plate. Looking over, Raptor saw that he was halfway done with his fifth big plate of salad. "Jesus Christ." Raptor muttered before cleaning herself up and leaving for the female showers.

Thunderclap remained alone at the table, quickly finishing up his salad he went up to the grub line and turned to one of the mess staff behind the counter. "Hey, you got anything else back there." In an innocent voice.

"Fucking dammit. 'Fraid you were gonna ask. Give me a second."

He disappeared behind the curtain and scrounged around for more food.


His eyes closed; his breathe even. His knees could feel the course texture of the concrete floor beneath him. He could hear the slight buzz coming from the roof lights. The smooth texture under his fingers as they slid around the grip of his ACS-12.

Ding!

Mere seconds after hearing the starting noise, Hemorrhage pounced from the sandbag wall and put three 12-guage rounds into the first target and another two in the second. Emptying his ammo drum, he switched to his sidearm and quickly eliminated the last of the targets. Straightening his back, he turned to Charles Douglas.

"Time?"

"13.8 seconds."

Damn

"Hey thanks for staying up for this, I'll close shop."

"That's a good chap." He responded in his accent before trudging off to bed.

Hemorrhage continued to act innocent until Douglas was out of sight. His turned and spoke into his earpiece. "Range is clear, rally up."

"Copy."

"10-4."

Not long after, both Raptor and Thunderclap entered the range. Raptor wasted no time.

"So, what is all of this?"

"I think Manny is lying to us. I don't know if Sarah is in on it or not but I'm gonna find out. I wanted you two to know."

"Wait. Whose Sarah?"

Raptor face palmed before turning her head towards Thunderclap. "Dumbass!"

Hemorrhage just sighed. "Stryker. Stryker's first name is Sarah."

"Ohhhh. Okay." He noticed that Raptor's mouth was still open. "What?"

"You're unbelievable, you know that?"

"I know, I'm pretty awesome."

"Oh for the love of fuck." Raptor just shook her head.

"Hello? Either of you two here?" Waved his arms dramatically.

"Yeah, sorry."

"I've done some recon of the med wing. You know what's interesting. Not a single nurse or doctor has gone into Stryker's room for the last day-and-a-half. A bit weird for someone whose apparently unstable. Wouldn't you agree?"

"Yeah, that's a bit off."

"Alright, before someone finds us down here, I'll let y'all go. But I'm gonna check her room tonight. See what's going on."

"Alright, tell us what you find."

"Of course."

His team left and returned to their bunks. We was walking behind them before quickly slipping into the medical wing. It was very late; no doctors and only two nurses. They both looked up when he slipped into the room. What they saw was the barrel of a pistol with a silencer.

"Scream and I'll make sure your body is never found."

Eyes wide with fear just nodded.

"What do you know about the agent that was given surgery after the takeover at the arena."

"Umm. She. Umm." The older nurse was shaking as she spoke. "She was, umm, released."

"When?"

"We thought she rejoined you. Please, just don't shoot us."

"Who was the last person you saw talking to her?"

"Colonel Ortega."

"What time was she released?"

The two nurses looked around for the time schedule before looking for the agent's name. They both looked up to tell him. He wasn't there anymore.


Walking to the bunk room, Hemorrhage was preparing to tell the news to his team.

They would confront Manny tomorrow.

Come hell or high water.