"Breaker-Breaker Two-Niner, how copy?"

"Breaker-Breaker Two-Niner here, we've finished setting up and getting a good look, over."

"Understood, Omaha Actual out."

Manny disconnected from the two sniper teams being set up, one at the Kennedy Center and one at the Watergate Hotel.

This was it. For the last couple of weeks, the Division, alongside of the United Militia, had beaten the Outcasts down. Now was time for the finishing move.

In accordance with military affairs, he had dubbed this particular mission, 'Operation: Fervent Dawn'. Objective? Hunt down and eliminate the Outcast high command. Standing, facing the wall of monitors in the East Room of the White House, Manny and Lieutenant McAllister were running the show from here.

Looking at his watch, he read the digital, LED, numerals.

6:28

It was time. The sun was just about to come up. The Outcasts would be just wakening, stirring from their slumber. For most of them, it would by their last sunrise.

"Captain, get the entire assault force on the line, we're about ready to commence." Manny ordered an Army officer.


Like ghosts in the wind, Alpha Tango, moved west across the city, silent, deadly, efficient. They had left the White House around midnight and were aiming to be at the Roosevelt Bridge by 5:45.

The team had made it to Control Point Tango Golf. It used to be a service station for taxis, now, the launching point of the assault. Participants? Eleven Division agents from Alpha Tango, Bravo Tango, and a small patrolling team. Around one-hundred militiamen from the Campus and the Theater. Finally, they had some air support in an armored, UH-60L Black Hawk helicopter with gunner-manned M134 Gatling Gun. In addition, they also had a civilian helicopter. It wasn't originally armed or armored of course, but after some jury-rigging and additions, it would pass in a pinch.

Rolling up her sleeve just slightly, Raptor, who had taken the lead, looked at her watch.

6:29

It was just about time.


"Sir, you're patched in."

"Thank you." Grabbing his headset, he put it over his head. "Attention members of the Division, of the Militia. For far too long, the Outcasts have had free reign over this part of the city. No longer. You all know what we are doing. You have all drilled and trained for weeks. The time has come."

Taking a deep breathe, he began again.

"We've all gone over the plan. Alpha Tango will insert covertly, and when it's time, they will signal with a flare. Stand ready. We'll see each other on the other side. Effective immediately, Captain McClanahan will have tactical authority in the field."

"Alpha Tango…you're a go."

With that, Manny steadied himself for what would be his most stressful mission to date.


Raptor waved her hand in a 'chopping' movement, signaling for the rest of the team to move up. They had just received their orders to move from Manny.

Stryker took the lead with Hemorrhage just behind her. Thunderclap took up just after them and Raptor took the rearguard.

"I count five hostiles; three assaults, one grenadier, and one rusher. Raptor take the grenadier, Thunderclap, you got the assaults, Hemorrhage, you take the rusher, I'll support. Ready?"

After receiving a curt nod from each one, Stryker turned back around.

"Open fire."

The Outcasts, being the extreme vanguard were caught totally unprepared. The rusher had exploded, taking another two with him. They mopped up the entire engagement in less than five seconds.

"On me."

Stryker darted forward.

Alpha Tango had reached the other side of the bridge with no other hostiles in sight. Ahead of them, Thunderclap saw a downed Air Force plane.

"Eh boss, up ahead. Looks like a C-5 Galaxy, huh?"

"Nah, that has to be a C-17 Globemaster." Raptor responded.

"It'll be next to impossible if we don't see the wings." Hemorrhage commented.

"Can it. We have a job to do. Hemorrhage, take point."

"Copy."


"Ya know…I'm getting real goddamn-tired of these fuckers!"

Raptor was surprised by Cooch's outburst. The team had met heavy resistance going up the western coast of the island. They had stalled when wave after wave of the 'fuckers' bogged them down by a vegetable farm.

"Sarah! It's time!"

Looking at Grant, Stryker knew it to be true. "Cover me!" Sarah ran back from her front-line position and took up a new one behind a small shack.

Let's hope this works.

Taking out a flare gun, she took little time to aim it skyward and pull the trigger.


"Sir! A drone is picking up a flare!" McAllister reported.

Putting the mic into position by his lips, Manny prepared to give the order.

"Omaha Actual to militia. GO! GO! GO!"


Captain McClanahan turned and began shouting orders.

The Militia flew into a frenzy. The members that were assigned to speedboats were already on their way across the Potomac. Overhead, they could hear the scream of the two Heli's fly over them, prepared to land more. The main force sprinted across the bridge. They would take the eastern coast and cut the Outcasts off in a pincer movement.

The time of the Outcasts was done.