Chapter 57: Mark's Cross-Country War Pt.2

Strike and Strike Hard

Somewhere Outside Las Ventura (Two Days Later)

The song Angel in Disgrace by The Raven Age blared loudly on the radio of an all-black van that was speeding down a one-way road just a few miles in the deserts outside of Las Ventura. Despite the loud blaring music though Mark still couldn't seem to keep his eyes open as he once again found himself falling asleep at the steering wheel while Jill sat beside him rolling her eyes.

As he ran over a speed bump though he found himself waking up again to the familiar sight of the empty road.

"You did it again." Jill pointed out earning the attention of the youngest Roman.

"I did what again?" he sluggishly asked.

"You fell asleep at the wheel again. I get you don't want to involve me much in your plan but I can drive us back to New Arcadia perfectly and probably a lot safer then you can." She replied while Mark gave a low chuckle before moving to speak.

He didn't manage to get much words out though as he once again fell asleep behind the wheel and end up almost running the vehicle off the road with Jill being able to take control and keep him from crashing into something.

"Fucking men!" she whispered out before moving to pull the youngest Roman into the passenger seat before climbing into the drivers seat before driving off.

In truth she really didn't want to be apart of Mark's plan. It didn't seem the most well thought out plan and it seemed like an impulse move on the part of the youngest Roman. Things could get a lot worse for the two women if this plan didn't go well enough.

After another hour of driving and noticing that the sun was started to rise on a new day, Jill now found herself getting tired as she looked into the back of the van and noticed the woman soundlessly sleeping with her arms tied and a gag in her mouth.

The woman then decided to pull the van up to a rather small hotel that one could argue had any stars that was just a few miles on the state line. After going inside and ordering a room with money that she'd taken from Mark's pocket she quickly returned back to the van and started to shake the youngest Roman awake and causing him to jump up and grab her arm in the process.

"We're taking a rest." She let out while looking into the man's tired blood shot red eyes as he licked his lips and gave a wiped his face. "Do you have any idea on how we can get your friend out of the van and into the room without her screaming her head off?" she asked while noticing the man reach for his gun before hopping out of the van, heading to the back, opening the doors, and revealing the woman who was suddenly awoken.

Before she could scream out though Mark immediately hit her over the side of the head with the butt of his Pistol and knocked her back out before moving to grab her and throw her over his shoulder.

"Now she ain't kidnapped instead she's drunk!" he let out angrily before moving to grab the woman and throw her over his shoulder only to stop as he felt a familiar pain shoot through his body.

"You're still hurt from what happened in Sunbelt so you need to take it easy." Jill retorted before moving to throw the arm of the woman over her own shoulder and carry her into the hotel room while Mark watched her do so for a few seconds before grabbing a bag from the back of the van and following her while making sure to put the do not disturb sign on the floor.

As he shut the door and turned around he quickly noticed the lockpicker handcuffing the young woman to a bed. "This may make things easier for us." Jill replied while watching the youngest Roman walk over to one of the bed, toss down the bag, and then rummage inside of it.

"Damn it!" he muttered out as the woman watched him pull a rather large bottle of alcohol from the bag before moving to lean against the dresser that the TV was resting on.

"Oh god!" he added while lowering his head and grunting in pain.

After taking a few deep breaths he then slowly moved to take off his shoes and managing to get off the left, but as he moved to remove the right he gave a rather loud groan as he grabbed his pants leg and tried to lift his leg off the ground.

"Shit!" he whispered out with pain in his voice.

Then to his surprise he watched as Jill jumped off the bed, lowered herself down, and moved to pull off his right shoe before resting it at his side.

"Thank you!" he spoke out while the woman chuckled.

"Don't thank me yet, I'm still pissed about you choking me." She replied with a slight smile while Mark merely chuckled. "So…what's you're real plan?" she asked while Mark took a few more deep breaths before speaking out.

"Go…go to the bathroom." He ordered earning a confused look from the woman as he continued telling her to "Go" before she finally complied and turned back to watch him limp after her.

"Sit down!" he ordered again before watching her take a seat on the toilet and look to him with a confused expression.

There was then a silence that washed over the duo as she watched him reach into the back of his pants and pull out his M1911 before resting it on the counter-top along with a medicine kit.

"Don't freak out!" he stated before Jill turned to face him.

"Whoa! What are you do…!" she stammered while watching him move his hands to his belt and begin to undo his pants before pulling the right side down to reveal a prominent bullet wound in his upper right ass cheek and the bandages wrapped around his right leg where the Shotgun blast had struck him.

"Oh Youch, that is nasty." She let out while continuing to stare before watching as Mark grabbed the bottle of liquor, pour it on his wound, and then let out a loud groan.

"AH SHIT!" he screamed out before bending over the sink.

"You sure you wouldn't rather be alone for this?" she asked while watching as both Mark's eyes widened in anguish at the stinging sensation.

"Open the Medkit!" he ordered again before watching as Jill followed his command.

He then, still somewhat frozen in pain, moved to pull a set of tweezers from the box and begin to use it to examine his wound.

"It must have been a ricochet. It didn't go to deep." He stated while Jill continued to nod her head at his remark and watch as he examined his own wound.

"Every cloud huh?" she asked while watching as Mark tried to pull the bullet out with the tweezers.

"Son of a bitch!" he screamed out before watching as Jill rose from the toilet and move for the sink.

"What are you doing?" he asked with a raised brow.

"Washing my hands so I can help you before you make it worse." She shot back. "I don't like doing it and I don't have a lot of experience doing it, but I can pull a bullet out of you." She added while Mark merely lowered his head in defeat before watching the woman move to dry her hands with one of the towels before kneeling down beside him.

"Alright here goes." She let out with a somewhat disgusted look on her face as she grabbed the tweezers and started to slide them into the man's wound.

"Is this normal behavior for you?" she asked with a raised brow. "Getting shot I mean?" she added while Mark chuckled.

"Getting shot at is normal, getting hit is somewhat rare, and getting shot in the ass…this is the first time for that." He replied while Jill gave a loud groan before finally managing to pull the bullet out of him.

"Shit!" she muttered out before dropping it in the sink.

"You ready to stitch me up?" he asked with a chuckle.

"What? I'm a girl so that means that I know how to sew?" She asked with a raised brow and slight smile. "I can pull a bullet out but I doubt I'll be able to macramé your backside." She added.

"I don't give a shit what it looks like, just close up the wound." He commanded again earning a roll of the eyes from the woman before she pulled a needle from the box along with some thread and started to sew up his wound.

"Look I know you've been through a lot and I'm sorry about Alison and Ana, but-." She started before sticking Mark and forcing him to jump up and yell while she apologized. "I know you want them back, but are you completely sure this is the right way of doing this?" she asked while Mark remained silent before finally speaking up.

"It better, I don't know what I'll do if it doesn't." he replied with a hint of venom in his tone.

Unknown Location

The faint stillness and lack of sound seemed to be what made Alison feel the most afraid of her situation. The silence was like the calling before the storm that would both her own and Ana's execution by the hands of their paramilitary kidnappers.

So far Ana was getting the worst of the torture, mostly because she was provoking them to attack her in order to keep herself safe. Seeing her get hurt and returning wounded seemed to be what hurt the FIB Agent the most though. She was doing all of this to keep her safe and knowing that was killing her inside.

As the silence was once again disrupted Alison lifted her head and watched as the man with the Mohawk tossed Ana back into the room on the floor where Alison quickly moved to grab her by the arms and pull her back into a corner away from the man.

"Don't worry doll face you're I'm gonna have a lot of fun with you later." He let out with a sick smile before walking off and shutting the door on the duo as Alison moved to rest Ana's head against her chest.

"Mark's made his move!" The Chinese woman whispered out into Alison's ear catching her by surprise as she looked down at the woman.

"What…what did he do?" she asked with a raised brow.

"He kidnapped Don Percival's daughter a couple of nights ago from a club in Vinewood." She replied with a slight smile. "My guess is he's trying to get the big man's attention, but I think these guys are operating behind the bosses back-." She added before moving to cough up a storm while Alison patted her on the back.

"Don't talk save your strength." Alison let out with worry in her tone.

"I'm fine!" she retorted.

"No you're not, you'll die if you keep going through all of this to protect me." The FIB Agent let out while Ana shook her head.

"Mark isn't here to protect the both of us…so let me be there to protect you." The IAA Agent retorted while Alison remained silent before giving her a quick yet passionate kiss before pulling her in for a tight hug.

As the duo continued to hold one another the man in the suit now found himself pacing the floor of his office with an angry expression on his face before he knocked everything off his table while his soldiers stood back watching him closely.

"My niece that motherfucker kidnapped my goddamn niece." The man screamed out before punching a hole into the wall. "That motherfucker must not know who the hell he's dealing with." He added with venom in his tone.

"Sir, may I speak." The Afro-British man asked while the man yelled out to him in anger.

"You got something smart to say?" he asked with venom in his tone.

"Maybe we should tell Director Percival the truth about why his daughter was kidnapped. Maybe then he can help us in getting her back." He replied while the man eyed him angrily.

"That would be a smart idea, but he still doesn't know I hired one of his battalions and used them to go after these fucks who killed my daughter even after he told me not to. If we go to him and tell him that I disobeyed his orders and you were in on it…what do you think he'll do?" he asked earning silence from the man.

"Put both of your heads on spikes." Came a familiar voice that caused the duo to turn their heads and notice the man with the black hair walking towards them with a smile on his face.

"What are you doing here?" he asked with venom on his tone.

"Well since your mess is now my mess I can't just walk away when it's not cleaned up." He replied while the man sat back in anger. "I've managed to track Mark down to a location somewhere outside of Las Ventura. So I suggest you gear a squad up and get them to the West Coast fast." He added before moving to walk away from the man while he sat back in anger before looking to the Afro-British man and yelling at him to get a squad ready.

New Arcadia

The sound of police sirens and sight of flashing red and blue lights filled the eyes and ears of Sawyer as he pulled his all-black Buffalo up to a crime scene just a few blocks away from the French District with his usual emotionless demeanor as he stepped out of the vehicle and started to make his way inside of a local store where a car that was riddled with bullets was parked outside.

Upon entering the store though he noticed a familiar shaved head man standing over a pair of dead bodies.

"Sawyer…glad you could make it." Locke greeted causing Sawyer to give a loud scoff.

"Yeah I like being pulled away from my hot dates for another DB." He replied with a sarcastic smile.

"What do we have?" he asked while looking at the ground and seeing a dead man of Honduran descent lying on the ground next to a Mexican woman where a spilled drink was also located.

"Store owners from Saigon and doesn't speak English all that well, but from what all I got is that these two were out to party with friends. They came in here to get snacks and drinks when a gunmen armed with a Shotgun came in and gunned them both down." He stated while Sawyer nodded his head.

"And what about the group outside?" he asked with a raised brow.

"Got lit up by what I can see they got lit up by someone firing an AK-47 from a moving car." Locke replied.

"Someone really wanted these guys dead?" Sawyer replied while Locke nodded his head.

"This kid is Franco "Mono" Gutierrez and that's his girlfriend. Both are well-known Vagos along with those dead in the car but Mono here is a cousin of the Vago Shotcaller Cruz." Locke stated while Sawyer shook his head.

"Shit this isn't gonna be good." He spoke out while Locke nodded his head.

"It would seem Mariah is continuing her assault." Locke stated while looking down at the man

As Locke and Sawyer continued to talk amongst each other a rather tall muscular man of African American descent standing at a height of six foot two wearing a black and gold New Arcadia Sinners jersey under a black jacket, black jeans, and white running shoes found himself walking into a warehouse near the docks of New Arcadia with a serious look on his face.

"How did it go Jamar?" Mariah greeted with a slight smile as she looked to the man and watched him drop a Remington 870 Shotgun on the table in front of her with a slight smile.

"It's taken care of." He replied while the woman nodded her head.

"Good!" she shot back with a slight smile.

"You wanted me to blast that motherfucker's family member but why not his wife, kids, or better yet the wetback himself?" he asked with a serious look on his face.

"Soon Sweetie soon." She replied while taking a seat across from the man. "I may need you for that later so keep your cellphone on." She added while the man nodded her head before walking away.

Somewhere Outside Las Ventura

The mood at the hotel had become somewhat quieter for Jill as she found herself resting on the bed getting herself some much-needed rest before a faint voice from the bathroom caught her attention that caused her to lift her head.

The voice was new yet somewhat familiar and seemed to be somewhat distorted and she didn't know why but it got her on her feet and moving to the bathroom while also taking one last look back at the woman as she still slept on the bed.

After looking to her the woman then started moving back towards the bathroom and as she creaked the door slightly open she watched with an emotionless expression as Mark stood on the other side rewrapping his leg in bandages while the familiar voice of Lee was playing from his phone.

"Things are getting crazy out here brother. We lost a lot of people and we're somewhat losing control on the street with this new war stirring up-." As Lee's voice continued to speak out while Mark continued to wrap his legs Jill quickly figured that the man was listening to a message sent by the Chinese man.

"Message deleted!" the automation machine let out while Mark switched to the next message which was another one of Lee's messages, then a message from Jimmy, then another from Lee, and finally one from Link.

"Mark where the fuck are you, things are fucking crazy out here and I miss you-." Stated a female voice that Mark merely shrugged aside and deleted the message to the surprise of Jill.

"Sounds like you have another woman in your life." She stated while walking into the room and earning he attention of the Roman.

"Three in total." He replied before starting up a new message. "Courtney is my ride or die, a lot more so then Ana or Alison. I try to keep Alison out of my life of crime and Ana doesn't have interest in street level shit, but Courtney on the other hand…she's all in." he finished with a slight smile.

"Mark, oh my God are you okay. I got away like you said, but I heard all of the shooting and saw the news reports. Are you okay, please call me-." The woman continued before Mark deleted the message.

"Three?" Jill asked with a raised brow.

"Brooke, me and her aren't together and the only thing we have that connects us is the fact that our significant others cheated on us with each other." He replied while Jill shook her head.

"Ouch!" she replied while the youngest Roman chuckled.

"She believes I'm her only real friend left in the world because everyone's talking shit about her not knowing her boyfriend was cheating on her for so long." He added while Jill folded her arms over her chest and chuckled.

"Did she know?" she asked while Mark gave a loud scoff.

"Are you fucking kidding me of course she fucking knew, fuck I knew he was cheating but not with my girl." He replied while Jill chuckled. "In truth though it's her own fault, she knew he didn't love or even care for her. He only got with her because at the time she was the best-looking girl in the group at the time, but when we started getting more girls he started laying his head other places. He even used her to try and…sway guys to join our ranks if you know what I mean." He added while Jill nodded her head.

"So, she's used to be treating like shit but likes you because you treat her right?" she asked while Mark slowly nodded his head. "I think I can relate there." She added while Mark clicked his tongue at her response as Mark continued to switch and delete messages before finally getting to his last message.

"Marcus I'm going to be late coming home tonight after you get home from school. I cooked you some Okra and Chicken and left wrapped in the microwave. Just warm it up and I'll see you soon." The final message finished and with it Jill watched as Mark lowered his head in defeat in sadness.

"I'm guessing that was a little personal." Jill stated while watching Mark who rubbed his eyes and tried to hide his tears that were beginning to form.

"My grandmother…that was the last message she sent me before she died. I've had that message for over ten years and I just move it from phone to phone just so I don't forget her voice." He replied while lowering his head.

"I'm sorry…we're you really close?" she asked while Mark nodded his head.

"She raised me a lot better then my parents did and if she didn't have that brain aneurysm before Hurricane Katherine…my life would be completely different." He stated while Jill moved to rest her hand on his shoulder.

"Thanks, but I can't mourn my fallen North Star when I have to save my current two." He replied while hanging up his phone in anger.

"Well then, I heard the messages from Lee and the rest of your guys. They seem like they need you, but why aren't you calling to check on them?" she asked while Mark shook his head.

"Because they're already making their move against Merryweather and I know for a fact none of them are gonna answer their phones for me. It's against our protocol and that's what they always follow." He replied with a serious look on his face.

Liddell, Louisiana

"Glad to see you answered the phone." Greeted Gwen as she stood by the window of her apartment watching the rain drops fall and slide off the glass with an emotionless look on her face.

"Sorry about that, but I'm really not supposed to be answering the phone right now." The male voice on the other end retorted earning a low growl from the woman.

"I needed to hear from you. I haven't heard from my brother in almost a week and I haven't seen you in after that night you just disappeared." She shot back with venom in her tone.

"I know and I'm sorry, but things aren't safe for us right now." He replied while the woman gave a low scoff.

"I can clearly see." She added with a low scowl. "When will you be home Jimmy?" she asked with concern in her tone.

"As soon as a I can." Jimmy replied as he hung up his phone and set it in his back pocket before walking up and approaching Thire who was looking out over a building.

"Must have been someone really important if you're breaking protocol." The Polynesian stated while Jimmy nodded his head.

"Somewhat!" he replied.

"Just be sure to keep your head in the game it's bad enough we're doing this without Mark, but without you-." He started only to be cut off by the redheaded man.

"I got it, let's just stick with the mission." he replied before he Thire found themselves walking into a room and after a few minutes walking out wearing a set of military fatigues that included an all-black short sleeved t-shirts over brown bulletproof vest, black sun glasses, camouflage pants, and green hats on backwards with a Merryweather logo on the front.

"Lee we're on base and in disguise." Jimmy let out over his Walkie Talkie.

"Good continue on mission and link up with the others." The Chinese man let out while Jimmy looked to Thire who nodded his head before following the man out of the building where the duo noticed dozens upon dozens of Merryweather soldiers going through training exercises, running across the base, and doing other meaningless tasks.

Camp Broke-Jaw it was the name of the location the BSU members and IAA Contractors now found themselves at. It was by far the largest and one of the only Merryweather facilities left on U.S. Soil along with being the largest privately-owned facility in the country.

A four-thousand-acre training center located deep in the Northeast bordering the Atlantic Ocean. The facility was the flagship of all their other bases. It boasted well over thirty-five training facilities, three ballistic houses, six ballistic houses, multiple training facilities for urban warfare, three ship boarding simulators, an airfield, four drop zones, a seven mile driving track, classrooms, multiple explosive training ranges, a hospital, classrooms, and accommodations for well over a thousand personnel.

It was truly the true prodigy of CEO Don Percival.

And it was this prodigy that BSU and the IAA sought to destroy in order to send a clear message to the paramilitary group.

THIS MEANS WAR

As Jimmy and Thire found themselves walking inside of one of the many classrooms on the base they quickly spotted Eddy waving to them from inside one of the classrooms and upon entering it they noticed that it wasn't just him inside but also Tully, Charlie, and Buck each found themselves standing and looking to them with serious looks on their faces.

"Did you get them?" Tully asked while noticing the duo each nod their heads before pulling a set of Merryweather officer's uniforms from their stolen rucksacks.

"This should help us move more freely across the base, but let's try not to get stuck in a conversation." Thire let out while the group each nodded their heads.

"Wait a minute where is everyone?" Jimmy asked while noticing that Lee, Manfred, Marco, Task, and two others were each missing.

"Merryweather pulled their ships from the base for some real authentic Maritime Training about an hour ago. Lee and Task saw this is the best time to make their move while their heavy guns are away are escorting Manfred to his action point and Marco…even that beats me." Charlie stated while Tully shook his head.

"It doesn't matter where they went all we need to know is that we need to move while we have a window that's open." Tully replied earning nods from the group before they each dressed themselves up in their disguises and walked out of the classroom with mixed looks on their faces.

As the group started to make their way to the other side of the facility a group of about three Merryweather soldiers found themselves stopping their Humvee in front of a building before stepping out and moving to check along the side to notice a wire cut on the side of the building.

"Rats must have chewed through the wire." Stated one man.

"That is a military grade reinforced power cable, what kinda rats are you talking about?" asked another soldier.

"Have you seen some of the rats on this facility?" asked the final man.

"Good point!" he the second replied.

Before the trio could do anything else though they were each struck over the back of their heads and knocked completely out courtesy of Lee, Task, and Marco who each nodded their heads before giving a low whistle and watching as Manfred and two other IAA members grabbed the men and started to dress in their clothing.

After fully disguising themselves the trio stepped out with serious looks on their faces.

"Perfect now you look like the rest of those assholes." Lee let out with a slight smile.

"That was stupidly fortunate." Marco let out with a hint of venom in his tone.

"What do you mean?" Lee asked.

"I mean what if you ended up with three really fat assholes. What size are you Cunningham like a medium?" the Dominican man asked with frustration in his tone.

"Youth extra-large sir." He replied with little emotion in his tone.

"See, whole plan would've been ruined." He stated with more venom in his tone. "You think just because you watch something on TV that makes it a good idea?" he asked with a raised brow.

"You don't?" Lee asked with a raised brow of his own.

By this logic Marco wondered how the BSU members had managed to survive for so long. He knew Mark could be best described as a Tactical Genius who forced his movements and success but Lee seemed to be the complete opposite and mostly relied on luck.

"Also…really man youth extra large?" he asked with a raised brow.

"I find them really slimming." Cunningham replied with a slight smile.

When it came to the two unknown members of this rag tag group Lee and the others didn't seem to know much about them other then they were IAA Assets like Mark and themselves and were also trained like Marco, but the more they seemed to talk to the duo the more they seemed like they could have been members of BSU.

There was Cunningham, as Marco called him, a five-foot ten Caucasian man with short brown hair, bright blue eyes, and rather pale skin from the upper Midwest. Then there was Rogers a five-foot seven man of black and Irish descent from Liberty City with short brown hair that was almost a light red, light caramel skin, and dark black eyes.

"Alright then we all know our assignments let's get to work." Marco ordered earning nods from the group.

As they made their way out of the building though the Dominican man quickly broke away from Lee, Task, Manfred, and the two other IAA Agents as they made their way towards the facilities Airfield where they saw several types Fighter Jets, Attack Choppers, Service Helicopters, and many more Aircrafts lining the deck of the Airfield.

"That's a lot of aircrafts." Task stated while Lee and Manfred nodded their heads.

"And they're gonna be a serious pain in all of our asses if we don't keep them grounded." Lee replied as he and Task led the group into the main communications facility for the Airfield.

"Are you sure you can knock out their communications from here?" Cunningham asked while looking to the man of Punjabi Descent.

"Hell yeah these military guys always use an old Operating System because its always been reliable for them. They've never met someone like me though and with what those IAA guys gave me I can really cause some havoc on this base." Manfred let out with a slight smile as they entered the communications building and quickly headed upstairs.

"You know I gotta be honest with you just in case we don't come out of this alive son. I know you and your group are supposed to be some elite group, but you all seem kinda dumb." Rogers stated earning a middle finger from both Lee and Manfred while Task gave a slight chuckle.

"Marco we're on the move." Came the voice of Charlie over the Dominican man's hidden Walkie Talkie.

"Good you all your assignments. Get to the Explosives Armory, take as much C4 as you can, stick them to all the key targets and whatever else that looks expensive. As soon as your down head back to the main armory and prepare yourselves." He stated over his own Walkie Talkie.

"You sure you gonna be okay out there on your own?" Tully asked with a hint of concern in his tone.

"Don't worry about me." The Ex-Marine shot back before turning off his radio.

"FREEZE!" came a new voice that quickly caused the Dominican man to act as he drew his Combat knife, whipped around, and tossed the blade at the man striking him in the center of the face causing a sickening splat sound and then watching the man fall back onto his back with a loud thud.

"I am fucking awesome." He whispered out.

After each man got their assignments Jimmy looked to Thire, Eddy, and the rest before watching each of them nod their heads as they finally arrived at one of the bases Explosive Training Facilities.

Getting inside wasn't hard for any of them since they were already in disguise but the real challenge came once they got to main door of the armory and watched as a heavyset elderly Caucasian man in military fatigues started to step out of the room with a smile on his face.

"Sir!" Jimmy, Tully, and Charlie saluted along with the others as he noticed that the man was wearing the stripes of a General. Many of the others didn't know this but they decided to follow each of their leads.

"At ease Corporal-." The man started only to trail off as he looked at the group up and down and paid heavy attention to each of their name tags.

"None of you are Corporal's-." he yelled out before moving to reach for his gun only to be stopped as Jimmy punched him in the face and put his hand over his mouth while Tully and Thire tried to wrestle his gun away.

Eddy and the others then moved to knock the man back into the armory where Jimmy then put him in a chokehold just as Tully finally wrestled his gun away from him.

"This guys gonna be a problem?" Charlie screamed out before watching Jimmy draw his knife and stab him several times in the throat before he finally dropped over dead.

"Now he's not." The redheaded man let out.

"They're gonna be looking for him." Tully replied.

"Which is why we need to move faster." Charlie let out while pulling out his stolen rucksack and beginning to fill it with C4 Explosives along with the others with some of them even taking a few Hand Grenades and other such Explosives before they each left and split up into groups of two with Jimmy going lone wolf.

As their group moved to start planting explosives Lee groups had finally reached the final floor of the main communications building on the Airfield and noticed that it wasn't being guarded from the outside but already knew that there had to several or more men on the inside.

"I need to get into that room." Manfred whispered out while Lee nodded his head.

"Cover us!" Lee whispered out before watching as Task drew his Knife and started to follow him towards the door. Upon opening it though they quickly found a room with only five people in total working inside but none of them being soldiers.

"Too easy!" said Lee as he slowly moved to approach the first man before putting his gun to the back of the man's head and taking him by surprise.

"Don't move any of you and just so all of you know turning is moving." He whispered out causing everyone to lift their hands to the sky in fear of the men behind them.

"Brother do your thing while we tie these assholes up." Lee let out while watching Manny open his laptop and move to the main control panel before starting to type.

"None of you know what you're doing." Said one man only to be hit in the back of the head courtesy of Task.

"Nah I think we're doing the right thing here." Task shot back while looking to Lee who approached Manfred and watched as he typed.

"Can you get into it?" he asked while Manfred merely chuckled.

"Hell yeah not only can I get into their databases I can also have their drones, UAV's, and just about any other electrical device." Manfred let out with a sick smile.

"Good can you pick up any information on where they might be holding Ana and Alison?" Lee asked while watching Manfred continue to type.

"To my knowledge no you'd have to go directly to their central HQ and that's all the way on the otherside of the base." He stated.

"Then I guess that's where I'm going." Lee replied to the shock of Task and the others.

"What we can't divide our forces and deviate from the plan now." The Lakota let out.

"I know it's not a good idea, but it's our best shot at finding them so we need to do what all we can do while we're here." The Chinese man let out before moving to head for the door.

"Protect my brother." Lee ordered before moving to walk out of the room only to be stopped by Manfred.

"Also, this base has a massive remote operated Radio Jammer. I can jam all their signals and stop them from communicating outside and on the base, but the down side to it is that it will jam our own frequencies as well." He added while Lee nodded his head.

"We'll do that if it comes down to it right now focus on the job at hand." Lee replied before moving to run out of the room while Task gave a low growl of frustration.

Somewhere Outside Las Ventura

As the day started to become the night Jill found herself sitting on one of the beds in the hotel room while the daughter of Don Percival silently sat on the bed with the gag still in her mouth as she tried to force off her shoes.

"You want those taken off?" Jill asked as she moved to approach the girl and pull the gag out of her mouth and watching the woman look at her angrily.

"Yes…please!" she said earning a smile from Jill before she moved to take off the girl's shoes and set them on the floor.

"I know this is all scary for you but trust me none of us wanted this." The woman replied while moving to sit on the bed across from the group.

"You didn't want this, but we both know your friend did." She shot back with a hint of anger in her tone.

"Yeah he's uh…he's dealing with a lot of pain and anger brought on by your father." Jill stated while the woman gave a loud scoff.

"What did he kill his entire family what could my father have done to him to make him want to kidnap me?" she asked with worry in her tone.

"He kidnapped the women I love." Came the voice of Mark as he walked back into the room with a serious look on his face and covered in a white dust with a sledgehammer in his hand.

"What did you just do?" Jill asked with a raised brow.

"We're about to have company." He let out to the confusion of the group as they watched him look out the window and notice an all-black SUV parked across the street from their hotel room.

Seeing this caused him to quickly draw his M1911 and pull back on the slide while Jill moved to pull out her own Pistol only to be stopped by the youngest Roman.

"I got this!" he replied before moving for the door.

"You know there's bad guys out there and pretty soon they're gonna be in here no matter what you do?" she asked with a raised brow.

"That's what I'm hoping for." He replied with a hint of anger in his tone as he looked out the window and noticed the group.

"That's their vehicle." Said a Blonde Caucasian man that was sitting in the passenger seat while the woman sitting in the driver seat nodded her head at his remark. "Are we gonna call this in?" he asked earning a shake of the head from the woman.

"I don't need Paladin telling me how to do my job. The next time we talk to him we're gonna be telling him we got the job done and need to get paid." She replied with a hint of venom in her tone.

"Hey do you really have to fight what if I get hit by a stray bullet." The girl screamed out forcing Mark to force the gag back into her mouth.

"You get shot that's on your father not me." He retorted before moving to look back outside the window.

"Let's do it." The woman ordered before moving to step out of the van with two other men and one additional woman while the man in the passenger seat pointed a Sniper Rifle out the window and used it to notice shadows moving by the windows before looking to the group of Mercenaries as they each took up sides along the door armed with MP5 with Suppressors attached to them

The woman in the lead then nodded her head and watched as the man standing behind her stepped forward and kicked open the door before entering the room and quickly noticing that it was empty.

As the group poured into the room they quickly looked to the two beds one of them fired a series of rounds into the mattress hoping to strike someone hiding underneath, another moved to the closet that was shut closed and fired off five rounds into the wound only to hit nothing, the last then entered the bathroom and fired rounds into the shower curtain.

"What the!" the man who fired into the closet yelled out as he looked around the room before moving to open the closet only to be caught off-guard by a bullet striking the top of his head and blowing his brains on the other two.

Mark was no idiot he knew the tactics of soldiers when searching a room. They would search the room up and down, but not the room adjacent and that's why when Jill went to sleep the youngest Roman went out and purchased the room across from their own and put a hole in the closet leading into the room in order for a surprise attack.

It seemed to work since he only needed to fire three shots to drop the three Mercenaries each with headshots.

As he then moved to get to the front door he immediately kneeled as the man in the passenger seat started to open fire and blow out the windows while Mark returned fire to the best of his abilities only to fall back as the man continued to fire before jumping out the door behind the van and fire off three more shots before needing to reload.

"Shit!" Mark whispered out as he fumbled in the back of his pants for another magazine before finally finding it and sliding it into the weapon.

"Stay down!" Jill ordered as she looked behind her back at the kidnapped girl as she hugged the floor in order to avoid the shots.

As the gunfire then seemed to abruptly stop, Jill found herself becoming worried for a few seconds before finally yelling out for the youngest Roman only to not receive an answer.

As she drew her Glock and moved for the hole in the closet she was stopped as the door for the room was kicked open and the woman who was leading the group drew her gun down on her.

"Don't even think about it." She ordered causing Jill to look at her angrily before firing off two shots then watching the woman take cover before firing off shots of her own and forcing the locksmith into cover.

"Don't shoot me stupid." The girl screamed out after finally being able to force out the gag catching the Mercenary by surprise before she felt a sharp pain in the side of her head as Jill tossed one of the lamps at her and watched as it crashed along the side of her head.

The woman then followed up by tackling the woman with enough force to knock her to the floor and then beginning to throw a series of punches at her head before she could throw another though she was met with a hard headbutt that knocked her to the floor and managed to knock the keys for the handcuffs in front of the young girl whose eyes went wide as she looked at them and proceeded to reach for them.

"Get off me." The Mercenary screamed out as she managed to toss Jill over her shoulder and send her crashing back first on the floor with enough force to knock the wind out of her.

Before she could finish her off though she was soon trapped by a pair of strong arms grabbing her from behind spinning her around and slamming the front part of her body against the wall with enough force to crack it.

"Thought you'd seen the last of me." Mark roared out as he spit a droplet of blood on the carpeted floor before watching the woman charge at him and throw a series of jabs that he managed to block before she struck him with a swift kick in the leg and caused him to buckle.

She then jumped on top of him and proceeded to throw a series of punches to his face.

As Jill finally rose to her feet and saw the battling duo she gave a low growl before catching her balance and charging the woman shoulder first but instead of hitting the Mercenary, the woman merely pulled Mark into her spot and Jill blindsided him with enough force to take him off his feet and send them both flying out the glass window.

"I think you broke my stitches." Mark whispered out with pain filling his voice.

"We can call it even for you choking me out." The woman retorted as she moved to climb off the youngest Roman and notice the Mercenary running out the door with the kidnapped girl.

"Come on we need to go." Yelled Jill as she watched Mark rise to his feet and start to limp after the duo while she did the same only to watch as they both climbed into his van and moved to drive off.

Before they could though they were caught off-guard by the sound of police sirens filling the air and the sight of several sheriff vehicles pulling up in front of them with officers screaming at them to get on the ground.

"Shit!" Jill screamed out as she noticed a few officers moving to make their way into the apartment.

Before she could do anything else though she was caught off-guard as Mark grabbed her from behind and pushed her into the bushes and told her to stay down while he got on his knees and put his hands behind his back.

"Shit!" she whispered out with fear in her tone.

"Dial this number five five five seven six zero zero." He screamed out to her just as the Sheriff's approached him and started to cuff him.

New Arcadia

The song Payback by Brownside blared loudly on the radio of an all-black bomber Tornado that pulled up in front of an office building in Downtown New Arcadia. Inside of the vehicle Felix found himself sitting in the backseat with Adahy while La Tortura and Lady Casper sat in the front seat loading their weapons.

Despite Ernesto not wanting to get involved with Cruz's new conflict in New Arcadia that almost none of them saw coming or even considered.

Everyone could see exactly why the Vago OG would want to try on the life of the Councilwoman, with everything she was doing to harm not only the Vagos but the brown community as a whole. She was a threat to all of them so going after her was not something they couldn't foresee.

The aftermath though, the retaliation against them, was something none of them seemed to expect. She was a politician for fuck sakes so why would she have or need guys to kill for her.

Felix knew some of the answers to that but he didn't know the full story. Mark had given him some information about the woman but apparently, she came from a lineage of gangsters similar to himself, but whereas the Roman's were street level hustlers her family was more organized and somewhat more dangerous.

"You boys ready for this?" La Tortura asked while everyone each nodded their heads before stepping out of the car and making their way to the front door where Adahy proceeded to kick in the door and scope out the area.

"Search the house." Lady Casper screamed out as the group started to make their way through the building in search of any sign of life but instead found nothing.

"She's not here." Adahy yelled out in anger.

"You think she knew we were coming?" La Tortura asked while looking to Felix.

"Nah if she knew there would have been a Shotgun on the otherside of the door waiting for us." He replied while looking over a series of pictures along the wall.

"I say we leave this bitch a message in our place though." Lady Casper let out while the group each nodded their heads before making their way out of the house.

Plaza County Sheriff's Department

The smell of piss and vomit. Those were the first things to come to the mind of the youngest Roman as he found himself sitting in the jail cell, in what he was referring to as "Ye Ye County USA", across from the female Mercenary who was eyeing him angrily from across the cell.

"God Damn it!" he yelled out while looking down and noticing the drunk inmate next to him had pissed his pants in his sleep and it was now getting on his shoe causing him to step across the cell to avoid the fluid.

"That's piss…it's gonna mix real well with the shit that's about to rain down on you and your friends." She whispered out to the youngest Roman who merely brushed off her threat.

"How's that mouth?" Mark asked as he remembered the punch Jill had given the woman.

This caused her to go silent before moving to sit down in her cell but continue to stare at the youngest Roman who kept his gaze away from her.

"Next time I'll make sure to hit more then your hand." She replied back with venom in her tone.

"You two married…you seem married?" asked the drunk inmate as he finally came to and looked at the duo.

While Mark was standing somewhat uncomfortably in his cell, his kidnapped was busy explaining her story to the police.

"I was at a club on Vinewood Boulevard, The Pulse. I was with my boyfriend and some friends when that guy came in and killed him. He was holding me hostage with a woman when you all found me." She stated while the young African American Deputy sitting across from her nodded his head at her story.

"I'm sorry to hear that, but can you tell me about the dead guys outside the building?" he asked while the woman went silent.

"Gang war I think." She replied, remembering the protocol training her father told her in situations like this.

"Is that so Dana?" came a new voice that caused them both to lift their heads and notice a somewhat aging African American man in his forties approaching them with a file in his hands. "Or should I call you Ms. Percival?" he asked with a raised brow.

"That's your name right, you're the daughter of Don Percival." He added before handing the deputy the file.

"Your prints came back and I was quite surprised with what I saw." He continued while folding his arms over his chest.

"If my prints came back and you know who I am then you probably know it's best to let me go." She replied while eyeing the man angrily.

"If your story is true, then I'm guessing those dead guys outside that hotel all work for your father. Which is in direct violation of law prohibiting Merryweather to operate on U.S. Soil-." He started only to be cut off by the woman.

"What does any of that matter…I'm the victim in all of this." She stated while the man nodded his head.

"That maybe true, but I want to know the full story about all of this. Like who is the man who kidnapped you and why did he do it." He replied.

"And I already told you that I don't know all he keeps talking about is getting someone back but not much details aside from that." She replied with a hint of venom in her tone.

"And that's why I'm going to continue holding you until I get my answers." The man replied before moving to walk away and leave the woman with the Deputy who merely looked at her with a mixed expression on his face.

After his talk with the woman he quickly moved to enter the holding cells of the building where he noticed the two fugitives from earlier standing in silence.

"Ms. Helga Webb, last known address Liberty City. What bounced from your prints almost broke our internet. Former Military now Military Contractor for Merryweather Security. As were all those corpses at that motel." He stated while looking to the woman who eyeballed him before turning his gaze to Marcus.

"See if it looks like a duck, quacks like a duck, then obviously it's a duck." He started with a chuckle before approaching the cell Mark was in while the Roman continued to have his back turned to him. "But you, Mr. Marcus Roman, you make no sense and what you did makes no sense. You're supposed to be some kind of Gangster, Crime Boss, or my personal favorite Criminal Mastermind who controls criminal organizations in both New Arcadia and Sunbelt City." He stated while Mark remained silent.

"I maybe a small-town Sheriff but I've seen a lot of fake and real gangsters in my day Marcus Roman and there seems to be more to you then that." He started while Mark kept his back turned to the man. "You went through her whole crew like they were nothing." He continued. "Weider still, no record of you in the military database but we both know that you have some kinda training. You don't get that good in the streets no matter how rough they are." He finished while Mark continued to remain silent.

"Well I hope you both enjoy our sandwiches because nobody's going anywhere until get the truth." He finished before sending looks at the duo and then watching as the woman started to clap.

"Good speech, Sheriff but you know little departments like yours don't handle homicides. They bring in the state police, but you obviously haven't made that call yet." She stated with a slight smile. "Election year?" she asked while the man remained silent.

"Racking up votes by playing the hero?" she asked before her smile started to face. "You let me out now and give me the girl and I'll tell my people not to permanently erase your name from the ballot." She finished only earning more silence from the man before he finally walking away.

"Trouble's coming Sheriff." Mark let out finally breaking his silence and earning the attention of the man.

"Why is that exactly?" he asked while looking to Mark who kept his back towards him.

"The people who paid her, Merryweather, they're gonna want this cleaned up. They're gonna want it done quickly and quietly." He replied while looking out the barred window.

"Delayed gratification's good…it built the middle class." He replied while leaving the duo alone.

"You know there's no stopping what's going to happen now…it's just gonna have to all play out." The woman stated while Mark remained silent.

While he continued to sit in the cell though Jill found herself at a pay phone outside of a gas station dialing the number Mark had given her with a somewhat scared look on her face. That look only magnified as she looked out to the road and noticed a series of vehicles filled with armed men making their way to the police station.

"This is Macintosh we're in route to the station and are setting up a perimeter." The Caucasian man with the long beard let out with an angry expression on his face.

"Good just get our prize by any means necessary." Replied a familiar voice on the otherside of the radio causing the man with the beard to give a slight smile before loading a fresh magazine into his M4A1 Assault Rifle.

Camp Broke-Jaw

Getting across the base wasn't as hard as Lee thought it would be as he found himself walking through the base's main HQ with relative ease. Getting inside didn't seem to be as hard as getting on the base itself but as he turned a corner and noticed two men guarding the exact room he needed to enter.

"Excuse me I need to get in there." He yelled out while eyeing the two men closely.

"Sorry private but only high-ranking officials are allowed past this point." One man stated with a hint of venom in his tone.

"I was afraid you'd say that." Lee replied with a hint of venom in his tone as he pulled out his knife and stabbed the first man in the throat before punching his own neck causing him to fall to his knees and grab his throat.

"You should have let me through." The Chinese man let out as he grabbed the man by his head and gave a violent jerk with enough force to break his neck and send him falling to the floor.

"I'm gonna need to clean that up and quick." Lee whispered out with fear in his tone as he rushed into the room and noticed that it was filled with computers but not a soul in sight.

"Easier then I thought." He added while walking up to the lead computer and beginning to type on it for information.

While Lee was searching for possible locations on Ana and Alison's whereabouts Task was doing his own mission of walking through the airfield and regrouping with Jimmy, Thire, Buck, and Eddy who found themselves planting explosives on a variety of things including the rather large fuel tanker next to the runway that was fueling up a rather large airplane.

"Did you guys get that one." Task asked earning a chuckle from the group.

"It's the biggest thing here of course we got it." Buck replied while Task nodded his head.

"Alright then…where are Tully and Charlie?" Task asked with a raised brow.

"Went AWOL and we're guessing from the looks of you Lee and Marco did the same?" Jimmy asked while Task merely nodded his head.

"We can't wait for them to meet us at our fallback point we're just gonna-." Jimmy started only to be interrupted by the sound of his radio going off causing him to quickly answer it.

"What is it?" he asked before putting the radio to his ear.

"Jimmy Lee are any of you there we kinda got a problem up here." Came the voice of Cunningham to the confusion of the redheaded man.

"What kinda problem?" he asked with a raised brow.

"There are some guys coming up here now and I don't think I'm gonna be able to stall them." He yelled out before Lee Jimmy gave a low growl.

"Shit do your best to stall them I'm on the way." Jimmy's voice screamed out to the shock of the trio as Manfred, Cunningham, and Roger each looked out the window of the radio tower and noticed a group of Mercenaries making their way inside of the building.

"Any idea how we are a gonna stall them?" Manfred let out with a scared look on his face.

"I'm gonna try to by us some time until." Rogers let out with a hint of fear in his tone as he looked to Cunningham and Manfred who merely nodded their heads before wishing him good luck then watching him walk out of the room while breathing heavily.

"Okay Roger you got this…you got this." He whispered to himself while descending the stairs only to come face to face with three men who looked up at him closely.

"Hey soldier." The lead man yelled out with venom in his tone.

"You an explosive expert?" he asked to the shock of Rogers who merely nodded his head.

"Alright then we need you to come and disarm a bomb soldier." He replied while Roger merely nodded his head with a fear filled expression on his face before following after the group.

"Shit!" said Lee as he finished transferring the data from the Merryweather servers into a hidden account the BSU members.

As he moved to head for the door though he was quickly stopped by a rather large Caucasian man standing on the otherside of the door in full military fatigues and carrying a M16A1 Assault Rifle in his hands.

"You're in so much trouble private." He said with a sinister smile while looking to Lee who gave him a scared expression.

"What do you mean sir?" Lee asked with a raised brow.

"Don't play stupid son you're here stealing our secrets that's treason against Merryweather and punishable by death. We also know about your friends and the bombs you've planted-" The man replied while Lee merely backed away from him.

"Well then I guess you caught me." Lee let out with a slight smile before he moved to look behind him.

"Go for the throat brother." He screamed out startling the man who whipped his weapon around and pointed at the empty doorway.

"Made you look!" Lee screamed out causing the man to turn around only to notice that the Chinese man had drawn his Sawn-Off Double Barrel Shotgun from the back of his uniform and was now aiming it directly at the man's head.

After pulling both triggers on the weapon Lee watched as the familiar sight of the man's face was turned to chum and meat and he fell back with a rather large splatter of blood on the wall and the ground before him.

"That was loud." He whispered out before loading two more slugs into the weapon and then rushing out the room in order to avoid the eyes of other Merryweather soldiers as they ran past him into the room where the shot was fired.

"HEY STOP RIGHT THERE!" One man screamed out as Lee reached into his pants pocket and pulled out a Frag Grenade.

"CATCH!" He screamed back on his own before tossing the weapon at the face of the man who screamed at him causing the mean to recoil in pain as the fourteen-ounce weapon slammed against his nose with enough force to shatter it and cause blood to leak from his face.

"SHIT!" one man yelled out while taking in the sight of the Grenade just before it went up in an explosion that killed all the Mercenaries in the hallway and sent Lee jumping out the exit of the building in order to escape the blast.

"Talk about tough shit." He spoke out to himself before rising to his feet and getting on his radio.

"Guys we've been compromised. They know we're here, they know about the bombs, and they know where Manfred is so getting to the extraction point maybe tougher than we thought." He stated with a hint of fear and anger in his tone.

"Shit we're heading back to the Airfield." Jimmy screamed out with fear and anger of his own in his tone.

"You guys don't need to worry about me Roger did something to get those assholes away from here." Manfred retorted with a hint of venom in his tone.

"It's only a matter of time before they find out he's not one of them and you're up there Manny, so our best option is to get to you." Lee shot back while running across the base.

"From where you all are it'll be a while before I see any of you. So I'll try to by you guys so time and assist from where I'm at." Manny replied while looking out the window at the various weapons on the airfield.

Before he could say anything else though the sound of a series of explosions caught the attention of everyone across the base as the sight of smoke rising from a few of the buildings caught everyone's eyes and left them all shock and confused.

"Everyone I'm detonating some of the explosives as a distraction for all you to get back to the Airfield. I'm in route myself, but I may be a while." Tully replied over the Walkie Talkie to the surprise of the group.

"Alright thanks but have you heard anything from Marco or Charlie?" Task asked with a raised brow.

"Believe me you'll know when they're coming." Tully shot back with a slight smile as he found himself running through the base just as a Mercenary turned a corner and ran at him from behind.

"Hey stop right there soldier." He screamed only to be met with a sweeping leg kick from the White Nationalist who watched him trip across the ground with a wide smile.

"You're a little to drunk for that." Tully pointed out with a slight smile as he moved to grab the man's AK-47 Assault Rifle and slam it over his head with enough force to knock him unconscious before running off with a smile.

While Tully and the others were heading to their respective locations on a base that seemed to be falling apart, things were a lot different near the tank field on the otherside of the large compound. Prior to getting the call of intruders on the base all of the tanks were recalled back to their respective hangers on the base while the leading Tank Commander found himself talking with three other officers.

"How many intruders do we have here exactly?" the Tank Commander asked while looking to the three men closely.

"We're not sure sir, but we do know they're all on foot and disguised as our own people." One man replied while the tank commander bit his tongue in anger.

"Damn it, hopefully they didn't get this far on the base." The commander screamed out with venom in his tone.

"Commander I think one you need to see this." One of the officers retorted to the confusion of the Tank Commander who looked out the window of the observation deck and noticed one of his M1A2 Abrams Tanks rolling across the training facility in the distance away from all of them.

"Isn't that Sergeant Peters Tanks?" asked one of the officers forcing the Tank Commander to move to the radio.

"Sergeant Peters return that Tank back to its respective quarters right this instant or I will have you court-martialed." He screamed out over the radio only to be met with static for a few seconds before watching as the tank came to a complete halt then to everyone's shock, surprise, and terror notice that it's Main Cannon was now being turned in their direction.

"I'm sorry but Sergeant Peters is in the next life right now and is unable to answer your call but please leave a message when you're up there with him." came the voice of an Italian American man over the radio causing everyone in the observation deck to freeze up in terror for the last few seconds of their lives as a booming sound erupted from the Tanks Main Cannon and almost in synchronization a violent explosion went off at the observation deck that caused the ceiling to be blown off of it and a fire to be started inside.

"Damn that was awesome." Said Charlie with a sick chuckle as he looked to Marco who sent the tank accelerating forward and running past the barbed wired fence that separated the tank field from the other parts of the base.

"Do it!" the man of Afro-Dominican descent ordered while looking to Charlie who merely nodded his head before pulling out a detonator from the back of his pants.

"We don't need anymore tanks spoiling the fun." He retorted before pressing the button on the detonator and then watching as every warehouse housing a tank went up an explosion that rocked the entire base and could be heard for miles.

"Holy shit what was that?" asked one Mercenary armed with a SPAS-12 Shotgun as he looked off in the distance before feeling a cold piece of metal being pressed against the back of his head that caused him to freeze up in fear.

"I'd call it a distraction." Lee muttered out before firing a shot that caught the man in the back of the head and sent his brains flying out of his skull in a sickening display.

The Chinese man didn't have much of a reason to break his cover and kill the man, but he needed or more so wanted the Shotgun and ammo the man was carrying with him. The Sawn-Off Double Barrel Shotgun he'd brought with him on the base was useful, but it took both shots just to pierce the rather tough body armor on the Mercenaries.

He also needed a more primary weapon then the Sawn-Off Shotgun and his Pistol. The fighting was becoming more and more intense with every passing minute and the Chinese man needed another weapon that he could truly count on and nothing was up his alley quite like a Shotgun.

"Guys report in what's your situation?" he asked over his Walkie Talkie.

"We've been compromised." Jimmy screamed out as he found himself ducking behind an overturned Humvee with Thire, Buck, Task, and Eddy as a group of Merryweather soldiers were lined up and firing on their positions forcing them all to drop down lower and lower to avoid the shots. "They got us pinned down." He added.

"I maybe able to help you guys out from here." Manfred yelled out over his earpiece at the BSU members while typing on his laptop.

"You need to worry about yourself brother, they're more then likely coming back for you." Lee ordered while Manfred merely gave a loud scoff.

"The immediate danger isn't here with me yet." The Indian man shot back. "The UAV's and Predator Drones on this base have really good firewalls compared to one I took down in New Arcadia, but I'm gonna give you guys some air support." He added.

"How you gonna do that?" Jimmy asked with concern in his tone.

"Task do you still have those drones I gave you?" Manfred asked earning a confused look from the Lakota.

"You mean those toys?" he asked with a raised brow.

"They're drones and if you have them pull them out right now." Manfred ordered while everyone sent looks to the man who watched as he pulled a Camera Drone from his backpack and held it up before watching as it's propeller blades started to spin before lifting into the air.

"It looks like there's an armory around the corner from you if you can get there then there's probably weapons you can use." Manfred replied over his headset.

"Interesting but how are we gonna get there if we're pinned down." Jimmy asked while Task continued to reach into the bag before pulling out a remote control car then setting it on the ground.

"Thank you, Task,!" Manfred replied as he took control of the RC Vehicle, pressed a button on his laptop, and shocked the group who watched as a cloud of smoke started to erupt from the underside of the vehicle before it started to speed in the direction of the Mercenaries.

"They're tossing smoke." One of the men yelled out thinking that the toy was a smoke grenade only to watch as it turned a sharp corner and started to circle around them and creating a cloud of smoke that blinded the Mercenaries.

"We've got cover let's go." Jimmy yelled out before running from cover with all the other BSU members who looked up at the Camera Drone and followed after it is turned corners and maneuvered around the building before finally arriving at the building and running inside before slamming the door behind them.

"That was a close one." Said Eddy with a slight chuckle.

"Yeah and it's gonna be a closer one when they come back at us with everything they got." Task shot back with a hint of venom in his tone.

"Exactly!" Jimmy replied while walking deeper into the building before finally finding the armory and seeing that it was completely stocked with weapons.

"Stock up on whatever you can carry we're gonna need all of it." Jimmy ordered while watching as the everyone rushed inside of the armory after him.

New Arcadia

The sun had already set on this day in New Arcadia but that wasn't stopping Mariah from getting some late work done as she found herself walking through the front door of her office with a somewhat annoyed expression painted on her face.

She'd been having a rather long day meeting with political officials from across the city. Like the Roman's she had a legacy within the city of New Arcadia that started out with crime but whereas Mark was now just starting to move their family name into a better image, Mariah had long since started that process and was now trying to cement her name further not only in New Arcadia but all of Louisiana.

As she opened the door to her office though she recoiled in fear as she noticed a trail of blood leading from her floor up to her work desk and saw a sight that would haunt her.

Johnson, to be honest she didn't know the man's first name or much about him besides the fact that he was her secretary for the last three years. She'd closed herself off from most of those around her in mere mundane positions of society.

Still the sight left her feel some levels of anger. Not for the dead man but the fact that someone would come into her office and kill him in a manner meant to be a threat to her.

She'd make them pay for that at all cost.

While she contemplated her next moves Sawyer found himself going by a different rabbit hole.

As he found himself driving around the 3rd Ward he immediately stopped his car at a familiar restaurant just around the corner from one of the many Housing Projects within the Ward.

After stepping out of his car and making his way inside he noticed that he immediately caught the eyes of a few Green Camouflage wearing gangsters standing around the restaurant with smiles that soon turned to scowls as they caught sight of the man walking into the restaurant.

"I think you in the wrong spot officer." An African American man with a shaved head and tattoos on the side of his neck spoke out as he approached Sawyer while looking him up and down.

"Nah I think I'm in the right spot Carlos. I'm looking for someone that I know you'll be able to give me his whereabouts." He spoke out with venom in his tone.

"Man you in talking to the wrong nigga son." He replied.

"Really you're not Carlos Thomas lead point for the Roman Boyz for this quadrant?" he asked with a raised brow and a slight smile.

"You best keep my name out your mouth." He interjected with venom of his own in his tone.

"Trust me I don't want to use it. I want to talk to Marrick Roman, not some low rank gangster whose on probation by his own gang because of some Pussy for Product Scandal." Sawyer shot back earning a growl from the man.

"Chill Los!" came a somewhat familiar voice that caused both Carlos and Sawyer to turn their heads and notice a familiar African American man stepping out of the back room with a rather serious look on his face.

"The fuck you coming down here with my name in your mouth for Sawyer?" the Middle born Roman asked while looking to the man angrily.

"Couple of Mexi kids related to a Vago OG got killed early this morning a few blocks away from here near French Town. You wouldn't know anything about that would you?" he asked with a slight smile.

"We ain't do that shit. We ain't sitting at the table and inviting them fucking Mexicans to our houses for block parties but right now we ain't trading shots with them either." he replied while Sawyer nodded his head.

"Even after they ripped off your drug house and left you in a hospital or did you get your revenge for that?" he asked with a smile.

"Oh that shit coming I put that shit on God, but right now we all about the peace in New Arcadia." Marrick shot back earning smiles from all the other Roman Gangsters in the room.

"So you don't know anything about Mariah's War with the Vagos?" he asked with a raised brow.

"Why the fuck would I know or even give a shit about either of them motherfuckers as far as I'm concerned all of them can kill themselves in whatever shit they got going on." Marrick shot back with anger in his tone.

"Alright then one last question." Sawyer started while Marrick gave him a raised brow. "Where's your brother or any of his entourage. He hasn't been seen in days and almost none of them have been seen either." He stated while Marrick merely chuckled.

"You're gonna have to ask them that." Marrick retorted before Sawyer nodded his head, gave his thanks, and walked out of the room while the Middle Born Roman gave a low growl before his cellphone started to ring prompting him to answer it.

"Who this?" he asked with a raised brow.

"How would you like to get the motherfuckers who put you in the hospital." Came a familiar voice that caused Marrick to raise a brow at the response.

Camp Broke-Jaw

"SHIT!" Lee screamed out as he barrel-rolled behind a stalled Humvee in order to avoid a series of shots coming his way from five Merryweather Mercenaries that drew down on him and attempted to take him out.

"Damn it don't you assholes take breaks?" he asked while cocking his Shotgun before breaking cover and firing a single slug that hit one man in the center of the head causing him to fall back while his blood sprayed in the eyes of another man.

The Chinese man then rested his body on the ground as a man armed with an AK-47 Assault Rifle unloaded on the truck he was using for cover and tearing holes through the metal. Despite lying on the ground Lee found that he still had a rather clear shot at the man from under the vehicle so he raised his Shotgun and fired a single slug that hit the man once in the right leg and actually detached foot from the rest of his body at the ankle.

"AHHHHH!" he screamed out like a bat out of hell while Lee finished him off with a headshot before cocking his gun again and then moving to reload the weapon.

"Shit!" he said while noticing that he was on his last two slugs and there were still three more Merryweather soldiers firing at him while another five were heading approaching them from behind.

This prompted the Chinese man to reach on his belt to see if he had anymore Hand Grenades or even some Plastic Explosives. Instead all he found that he had was a single Stun Grenade.

"Looks like I'm gonna have to make this work." He whispered under his breath before moving to pull the pin before he could though he was caught off-guard by a rather large explosive from the otherside of the street that knocked him to the ground and sent debris raining down on him from above.

"What the-?" he started before lifting his head and noticing a smoking crater on the otherside of the street and the body parts of the soldiers scattered around in pools of blood and ash.

He then started to look in all directions before finally lifting his head and noticing a rather large Predator Drone flying over his head and patrolling the area.

"That bird yours Manny?" Lee asked with a raised brow.

"Yeah I just managed to get it up and running." Manfred replied while Lee gave a low scoff.

"You should be using it to cover the others not worry about me." The Chinese man shot back.

"Trust me they're fine where they are but you'll need an escort to them." the Indian man shot back while Lee gave a slight chuckle. "Try and keep up."

While Lee was following his escort Marco and Charlie continued to wreak havoc on the otherside of the base with the Abrams Tank that seemed almost unstoppable with all the other Tanks and Aircrafts nonoperational. It was this that seemed to give the two IAA Contractors more courage as they drove across the base crushing vehicles, shooting down soldiers, and blowing up buildings almost without a care in the world.

"We've got another Armory in sight." Charlie called out while Marco moved the gun in the direction of the building that housed more of the weapons for the base.

"It's not a problem." Marco replied before firing off another round from the 120mm Cannon that sent the building up in an explosion and sent those that were hiding inside up in flames with it before being crushed under the weight of the rubble that came with its collapse.

"That should be the last of them." Charlie replied while Marco nodded his head.

"Good we'll proceed to the main Airfield then." The Dominican man retorted while Charlie gave a loud scoff.

"We'd be deviating from our orders by going to help those kids." The Italian American man spoke out while Marco gave a low scoff.

"I don't like the idea of it either but the alarm has probably already been raised and more Merryweather forces are probably on their way. Best to stick together then split apart when they get here." He replied while Charlie nodded his head.

"Let's just hope the bosses know not to hit the Airfield." Charlie replied with a hint of venom in his tone.

The sound of screeching tires could almost be heard for miles as several Humvee's and a IAV STRYKER pulled up in front of the armory with armed Merryweather Mercenaries pouring out of each vehicle with sadistic angry looks on all of their faces.

"Secure a perimeter around the armory, nobody escapes." Yelled out the main officer as he noticed wave after wave of soldier moving to surround the building before looking to a group of men and ordering them to plant charges on the door.

"Sir yes-." One of them started to say but before he could finish the sound of a violent fiery explosion where the five men stood caught everyone by surprise and caused them each to look up and notice a Lakota man armed with an Airtronic RPG-7 standing on the second floor of the armory with an angry scowl on his face.

"That got their attention." Task whispered out as he ducked down and started to load another Rocket into the Launcher.

"WIPE THEM OUT!" The lead officer screamed out before taking a round to the center of the head courtesy of Jimmy who was now armed with a G3 Battle Rifle and was firing well-placed shots out the window at the soldiers.

"GET TO COVER AND LOCK IT DOWN!" the redheaded man screamed out to those on the ground floor to the confusion of the soldiers before they watched the main door of the armory slide open and to their fright see an M2 Browning Machine Gun placed in the hallway with a man of Polynesian descent standing behind it with a serious look on his face.

"SHIT!" the soldiers screamed out as Thire opened fire with the weapon shredding the first four men around the door and watching them fall to the ground with rather large bullet holes riddling their bodies.

As the rest tried to get to cover behind the vehicles Task had managed to load another Rocket into the RPG and fired it in the direction of one of the Humvee's before watching it go up in smoke and take another six Mercenaries with it.

"EDDY!" Jimmy screamed out looking to the man of Irish descent as he started to pull pins from Grenades and begin tossing them out the window at the Merryweather goons who now found themselves trying to run to avoid the explosions to little avail.

"You get a bomb, you get a bomb, and you get a bomb. We're all getting bombed today." He screamed out with a sick smile while continuing to toss Grenades.

"I just love shooting fish in a barrel." Buck screamed out with a slight smile as he fired his MP5 Submachine Gun out a window and managed to hit one man in the back and two more in the legs as they tried to flee.

Before the group could enjoy their short victory though they watched in awe as a Humvee with a Browning Mounted on it pulled up in front of the armory along with two more vehicles.

"You had to open your mouth didn't you?" Thire yelled out with venom in his tone.

"Heavy artillery." Jimmy screamed out.

"Where the fuck did that thing come from?" asked Eddy.

"Their reinforcements must be arriving back." Task shot back as he loaded another Rocket into the launcher just as the Humvee started to open fire on the second floor of the building causing everyone to duck for cover as the powerful rounds tore through the walls.

"SUCK IT BITCHES!" Eddy screamed out blindly tossing another Grenade out the window in hopes of hitting one of the Humvee's, but his throw was off by more then a few feet and missed the Humvee but did manage to kill six other Mercenaries.

"That guys got one good arm." Jimmy whispered out while Task nodded his head before jumping up and firing a Rocket that managed to strike the hood of the Humvee and sent it up a violent explosion that caused everyone's morale to again spike at the sight.

"INCOMING!" Thire screamed out as he continued to fire the Heavy Machine Gun out the door and strike down any soldier that got near it.

"You okay down there Thire?" Jimmy asked while the man gave a loud scoff.

"Yeah this things just a little beat we need to get out of here soon." The Polynesian retorted just as a Merryweather soldier of Chinese descent ran at the door and rolled two Hand Grenades inside that stopped at the foot of the man.

"Damn!" Thire screamed out while grabbing Buck and jumping away from the Machine Gun just as the Grenades went off and not only destroyed the weapon but coated the hallway in flames.

"Assholes so much for that." Jimmy whispered out with anger in his tone as he loaded another fresh magazine into his weapon before ducking down to avoid a Sniper Round that went over his head.

"I'm running out of Grenades." Eddy yelled out with fear starting to rise in his tone.

"Same goes for Rockets." Task added with fear of his own in his tone.

"I'm gonna go downstairs and see what we have try to hold them." The redheaded man ordered while strapping his Rifle to his back and then heading for the stairs while Eddy pulled the M249 Light Machine Gun off his back and mounted it against one of the windows.

"SUCK MY BALLS PRICKS!" He screamed out while beginning to laydown heavy fire on the remaining and approaching Merryweather soldiers.

As Jimmy moved to head back into the armory though he was taken off-guard by a rather loud explosion coming from the otherside of the back door causing him to look on in fright as several Merryweather soldiers started to make their way inside via the back door.

"Take um down-." The lead man started only for the familiar sound of an AK-47 Assault Rifle going off caught all their attentions and caused Jimmy to hit the floor with a confused expression as he noticed the men fall to the ground with various bullet wounds covering their bodies.

"You guys should have been really protecting the back door." Came the familiar voice of the White Nationalist as he moved to stand over Jimmy before extending a hand to him that he quickly accepted.

Just as Jimmy went to stand to his full height though he was knocked back to the floor along with Tully and everyone else in the building while Task was thrown back first against a wall as two Merryweather Soldiers armed with Rocket Launchers fired on the building and hit it in various locations with the intent of bringing the building down.

Luckily the armory was built tough but Task and the BSU members knew it wouldn't last forever against the onslaught. So as he moved to reach for the RPG he gave a low growl as he remembered firing off his last Rocket and now being empty.

As he prepared to take another salvo of Rockets from the launchers he was caught off-guard by one rather loud explosion from outside of the armory that kicked off a wide cloud of smoke that coated the battlefield and left everyone almost blinded before they each lifted their heads and noticed that the approaching Mercenaries were now splatters of blood and thrown body parts on a pavement.

"Holy shit what was that?" asked Jimmy as he and everyone else lifted their heads and noticed the Predator Drone flying overhead before watching with smiles as Lee came rushing into the building with a serious look on his face.

"Shit you're okay." Said Jimmy with a sigh of relief in his tone.

"Yeah everyone okay?" Lee asked with a raised brow.

"Yeah we're whole." Task replied while walking down the stairs and eyeing the Chinese man with a smile while Buck, Eddy, and Thire approached the trio with smiles of their own.

"Guys I think you need to hurry up and move now Merryweather's Fleet is returning back to base." Manfred yelled out over his commlinks while the group each nodded their heads.

"Alright gather as much ammo and weapons as you can carry I stole one of their STRYKER's for us to use." Tully ordered earning nods from the group before they each went to the armory with almost everyone moving to grab ammo with the exception of Lee who threw away his SPAS-12 Shotgun and now had replaced it with an AA-12 with a thirty-two round Drum Magazine.

"I figured you may want these." Jimmy stated as he approached Lee with three cartridges of ammo that the Chinese man quickly took and started to inspect.

"These are fucking FRAG-12 Rounds!" Lee said with some delight in his tone while Jimmy nodded his head.

"What?" Thire asked with a raised brow.

"FRAG-12 Rounds, High Explosive Armor-Piercing Fragmenting Shotgun Grenade Ammo. I've always wanted some of this but they're hard to get." Lee stated with a wide smile.

"Well now you get to put it to use." Jimmy stated with a sick smile before the group heard a loud crashing sound coming from outside armory along with the movement of gears.

"Guys there's a tank headed your way." Manfred pointed out to the shock and confusion of the group before they were interrupted by a loud crashing noise.

"Don't worry that's Marco and Charlie." Tully pointed out while the BSU members all breathed sighs of relief.

"Alright then I guess you guys can link up with them and head back to the Airfield." Manfred pointed out before pulling off his commlink then looking to the door just as Cunningham came running back inside.

"Any luck finding Roger?" the Indian man asked earning a shake of the head from the man.

"No motherfuckers probably found him out and captured him." He yelled out with anger in his tone.

"I maybe to pick up some chatter like that on the radio you think you can cover me here while I do that?" he asked while Cunningham looked at him with a confused expression.

"You want me to control the drone?" he asked with a raised brow.

"It's like a game just keep it airborne and if you see trouble just call me." He stated only to move aside and walk over to another table on the far-side of the room where one of the radios was being used.

"We probably should have used this from the beginning to track their movements." He thought out loud before pressing a few buttons.

Just as the device came on though he was interrupted by a loud crashing sound coming from the front door followed by a Shotgun blast causing him to duck down and then look back up to Cunningham who'd taken the blast to the center of his head and was now lying with his back against the controls and his blood staining the ground.

"Command I've retaken the Air Tower and have killed the intruder." Yelled out rather bulky Merryweather soldier of German Descent as he stood over the body of Cunningham with an emotionless look in his eyes.

"Good work, time to put our Predator Drone they stole back to use." Came the voice of another man on the otherside of his Walkie Talkie causing Manfred to somewhat go wide eyed.

New Arcadia

The sound of loud club music was becoming to much of a familiar sight to Sawyer as he found himself walking through the dance floor of one of the newest but most talked about clubs in New Arcadia before heading to the back office where he noticed two rather large Caucasian men guarding the door with angry looks on their faces.

"Nobody gets through here." One of the men yelled out while Sawyer chuckled as he noticed a badge on one of the men's shoulders.

"Standard Security!" he pointed out with a chuckle. "I know Mark's laundering his money into a Private Security Company in this city, but he really couldn't pick a better name then that?" he asked with a raised brow and low growls from the men.

"Dude I think you need to turn around and leave." Replied another man.

"Yeah I'm not gonna do that so unless you two are gonna physically assault an on-duty officer I'm walking through that door right fucking now." He yelled out earning silence from the duo before they weighed their options and merely stepped aside.

"Good thank you." Sawyer replied before walking past them and entering the main office and not to his surprise see a rather busty curvy African American woman sitting at the desk in an all-white dress but to his shock not see anyone else with her.

"Officer Sawyer, it's been a long time." Courtney pointed out with a hint of surprise in her tone.

"Yeah it's been a while we should link up for dinner sometime." He pointed out earning a middle finger for the woman. "But I doubt your boyfriend Mark would like that." He added before looking around the room.

"If you're looking for him I haven't seen him in weeks and haven't heard from him just as long." She replied earning a chuckle from Sawyer.

"Come on you expect me to believe a guy like Marcus would leave an ass like yours here all alone." He replied with a laugh.

"Mark likes me more for who I am not my body. This is ass is just a plus." She replied earning a louder laugh from Sawyer.

"Really so you aren't rolling over in the middle of the night feeling his fucking dick pressed all the way against you?" he asked.

"That's enough." Came a familiar voice that caused Sawyer to whip his head around and notice Link walking into the room with a serious look on his face. "If you just came here to talk about my brothers sex life I think you need to go somewhere else for that." He replied while approaching the man.

"Wow Mark isn't here but he didn't attach you at his hip something big must be going down." Sawyer spoke out with a chuckle.

"Why are you here Sawyer?" Link asked while folding his arms across his chest.

"I wanted to know why Mark had stepped in yet and stopped this shit going down with between Mariah and the Vagos but I guess him not being here answers that question." He replied. "So maybe you can answer another one for me?" he asked earning a raised brow from Link.

"Is Alison with him because she hasn't been to work in weeks and called in that was going on vacation all of a sudden?" he asked earning silence from Link before he finally responded.

"I think you need to leave officer." He ordered before watching the men who were guarding the door walk in with serious looks on their faces.

"I can show myself out." Sawyer replied before moving for the exit the room with the two men following behind him and leaving Link alone with Courtney.

"So Alison is her name?" Courtney asked earning a low "Shit" from Link. "Is that the bitch he ran off with and left me here for?" she asked.

"It's not like that." Link replied.

"Then what is it like Link, I've been here almost a fucking month with not a single fucking phone call from Mark and you all keeping me out of your shit." She yelled out while Link remained silent. "So tell me what the fuck you know Link or get out." She added while the blonde-haired man remained silent for a few seconds before shaking his head.

"You want to know what's going on then fine I'll tell you." He yelled out with a hint of anger in his tone.

Camp Broke-Jaw

"Now this is what I call smooth sailing." Said Eddy with a slight smile as he sat in the back of the STYRKER with everyone else while Tully sat in the driver seat.

There were still a fair amount of Merryweather soldiers left on the base but those that weren't in hiding were trying to regroup or laydown fire on the vehicles to little avail as they were cut down but their weapons.

Little to the BSU members and IAA Contractors knowledge though the Predator Drone that they looked at being their eye in the sky had been compromised and the new man operating it was already prepping to fire the remaining hellfire missiles on the vehicle at the traveling convoy.

"Missiles prepped and ready to fire." He called out while Manfred watched him from afar before looking at one of the tables where he rested his Shotgun after shooting Cunningham.

"If I can get to it." He whispered out to himself before slowly breaking from his hiding spot under the table and then moving to reach for the weapon only to be stopped as the man got an incoming call on his radio forcing him to turn around and notice the Indian man who was still trying to reach for the weapon.

"Motherfucker!" he screamed out before charging Manfred and knocking him away from the weapon and onto the floor.

"You bitches think you can come here and attack us?" he yelled out before stomping the man several times in the chest and shoulders.

"I think we already did that." Manfred moaned out before earning another sharp kick to the stomach causing him to spit blood before taking another kick to the face and finally being tossed onto the body of Cunningham.

"You pricks never stood a chance." The Mercenary yelled out as he moved to pick up his Shotgun only to be stopped as Manfred charged him from the legs with enough force to knock him to the floor and begin punching him in the face.

"Fuck you!" he screamed out only for the man to grab him by the back of his head and slam him face first into a wall with enough force to bloody his nose.

"This is where you die kid." He screamed out as he climbed on top of Manfred and tried to choke him out for the Indian man to jab his thumb into the man's right eye causing him to let out a sharp cry of pain as Manfred dug, twisted, and finally popped his eye out of his skull before kicking him away.

The BSU member then managed to roll to the side and grab the Mercenaries Shotgun and fired a single blast that caught the man in the center of the chest and managed to knock him back onto the control console but staggering back up as the many of the pellets from the weapon failed to break his armor.

"DAMN YOU!" he screamed out as Manfred fired another blast hoping to hit the man's head but again only managing to hit his chest. This time though the blast came from below him and the shot managed to knock him upward and out one of the windows of the command tower and hit the hard asphalt below with a sickening crunch.

"Shit!" Manfred screamed out before collapsing to the ground. "Guys Merryweather reinforcements are here and their fleet is returning. If we're gonna finish this job we need to do it now." He stated while the others each nodded their heads.

"Don't worry brother we're-." Lee started only for a violent explosion to silence him and the others while filling the earpiece of Manfred with static as he went wide eyed and started calling out to the group.

Plaza County Sheriff's Department

"Sheriff…these guys are here about an extradition." Yelled out an overweight Caucasian officer prompting the older black man to approach him with a confused look on his face as he took in the sight of a rather heavy set elder Caucasian man standing with a smile while another man with a rather long beard and Mohawk stood back in the distance. "Nobody told me." He added as the man looked to the overweight man who presented him with his badge.

"Sorry to bother you Sheriff. The paperwork's on route, the fax is probably coming through as we speak." He greeted with a smile before putting his badge away. "Bottom line, I'm here to take two prisoners off your hands." He added.

"We're talking about a black male white female?" the Sheriff asked while sipping his coffee.

"Correct." The man replied with a smile.

"What's their story anyway?" the Sheriff asked with a chuckle. "The guy ain't talking much and the woman isn't giving us much help." He added.

"Yeah, I bet they aren't." the detective replied with a smile. "We've got 'em on a multiple homicide back in Los Santos for drugs." He added with a smile.

"That guys got heavy connections and word is the girls boyfriend was involved with him and now he's holding her hostage to get his money." The Detective replied with a smile while the Sheriff shook his head.

"Hang on you're talking about a female juvenile?" he asked while raising his cup to the man.

"That's right I hope she's still in your custody." He spoke out.

"Yeah…thing is we barely had time to process either of them." The Sheriff replied with a smile.

"Let us save you the trouble." He spoke out while the Sheriff looked to the man with the beard.

"Not till they've been arraigned." The Sheriff replied to both men's confusion.

"When's that, later tonight?" he asked while chuckling and looking to the heavy set Caucasian Sheriff.

"This Thursday!" The Sheriff replied to the man's anger.

"Thursday, what kinda town is this?" he asked with venom in his tone.

"The kind that does arraignments on Thursday." He replied with a smile earning silence from both men. "I suggest you take that time to get your paperwork. Come back Thursday maybe the judge will figure something out." He added while sipping his coffee.

"Yeah that's not gonna work for us." The Detective stated while sending a look to the man with the beard. "At least you can let us see them maybe ask a few questions?" he asked while the man shook his head.

"What's that sign over at the diner behind the register?" the Sheriff asked looking to the overweight Sheriff.

"Management reserves the right to refuse service." He spoke out earning a smile and a nod from the man.

"That's it. We need to get a sign like that." He replied before looking to both men.

"You don't know what you're dealing with Sheriff." The Detective started only to receive a whistle from the man with the Mohawk.

"They spoke their terms we have to respect them." He replied with a smile before moving to walk out the door with the Detective following him.

"I think that went well." The overweight officer replied with a smile.

As they walked out of the building the man with the beard sent a look to the Detective and watched him run off before he lifted his right hand to the sky then dropping it down with a smile as every light in the police station soon shut off with it.

"What the hell?" asked the African American Sheriff.

"You guys need to do something right now." Yelled out the Kidnapped Girl as she rose from her seat and watched the black Sheriff walk over to a female with short black hair tied into a ponytail.

"Myrtle get the staties on the phone." He ordered before watching the woman move to the phone while he looking out the window.

"Phone's out, Sheriff." She replied with a hint of fear in her tone.

"No, seriously?" he asked with a raised brow.

"I don't have a signal either." The overweight man added as he tossed his cellphone on the table.

"Radio." The woman asked before watching the man move to operate the device only to receive static on the other end.

"What's going on?" asked the much younger officer.

"Waiting is over." Merryweather Agent pointed out while Mark scanned the room.

"Guess so!" he responded while continuing to look out the window.

"Keep trying the radio." The African American Sheriff while moving to a gun cabinet.

"You think it's them?" asked the overweight man.

"Who, what are you two talking about?" the female replied.

"We turned away a couple of asshole city cops who didn't have their extradition paperwork." The overweight man replied while watching the lead man put on a Sheriff Issue Kevlar Vest and pull out a Colt Law Enforcement Carbine and loading a magazine into it.

"You need to start talking now." He ordered while looking to the woman.

"You need to let me go out there before they come in here." She replied.

"Who's coming, what's going on Sheriff?" asked the woman.

"We don't know what this is." He replied.

"Yet you're holding a rifle." The woman shot back.

As the Sheriff continued to look out window Macintosh now found himself walking out of the forest with well over twenty other Merryweather Agents armed with Assault Rifles and Shotgun taking up positions around the building.

"Roman let's go!" the Sheriff ordered while moving to door of Mark's cell.

"Handing us over so soon. I thought you'd show a little more sack than that Sheriff." The woman retorted with a smile.

"You're not going anywhere, I need you to start talking." He stated while looking to Mark then ordered him to face the wall and place his hands over his head to which the youngest Roman did without issue.

"Sheriff if he's going home can I have his sandwich." Asked the other inmate in the cell as he watched the officer force open Mark's door.

"Shit!" said Dana as she watched the Sheriff return with Mark before handcuffing him to one of the tables and forcing him to sit down.

As he did so each officer watched as Mark sent them each different looks before looking to the girl who was cowering in her seat.

"What do you think is going on right now?" the Sheriff asked while Mark chuckled.

"I think the phones aren't ring. That feedback from the radio tells me there's a jammer out there." He stated with a smile. "I think you're sitting alone in the dark Sheriff." He stated before adding. "You got wolves all around you and I think you know they're circling in for the kill."

"Question is though…what are you going to do about it?" he asked just as his smile finally faded into a more serious expression.

"It might help if I knew what we were dealing with." He replied while Mark nodded his head.

"Okay…A week ago I was in Sunbelt sharing a bed with the women I love-." He started only to be cut off by the overweight man.

"Women?" he asked earning a nod from Mark.

"Merryweather soldiers launched an attack on us and kidnapped them so in return I kidnapped her…the daughter of Don Percival himself." He stated while looking to the group closely. "They want her back and they want me dead for taking her. They tracked me to the motel and you got the full meat wagon." He finished.

"Thirteen…trained killers." The Sheriff started only for Mark to cut him off.

"I guess not so much." He replied with a smile before watching the man turn to look at the girl.

"Why?" he asked.

"I got a reputation as a badass to keep." Mark replied with a smile.

"I mean why did they come after you in the first place." He corrected.

"The actions of an old acquaintance is coming back to haunt me and they're taking it out on all of us." He replied. "A man's got a right to defend himself and defend those who can't." he added.

"You laid up for them in that motel when you could have run but you didn't." he spoke back.

"If you run, you can't see what's coming up behind you." Mark interjected.

"That's premeditation." The Sheriff spoke out while Mark shook his head.

"What's the end game in all of this then Marcus?" he asked while Mark chuckled. "If what you say is true then there really is no way you're getting out of this in one piece." He added while Mark remained silent.

"You're using her for bait." He added while Mark chuckled.

"Sheriff when these people come they come in numbers and they come hard. I've seen it twice already so save yourselves and give them what they want or let me go out there and take care of it." Mark stated while watching the man shake his head with a smile.

"Hand you over just like that?" he asked while nodding his head.

"Sheriff, I think we should consider what he's saying." The woman pointed out.

"You really think-." The African American man started only for the sound of automatic gunfire and glass breaking to catch them all off-guard and jumping to the floor in fear while Mark fell down in his chair and ducked behind a desk to avoid the shots.

"RETURN FIRE!" the Sheriff ordered before jumping to the side of one of the windows and begin firing a series of shots outside while the woman and overweight man did the same.

"There's an army of them out there!" the woman screamed out as she noticed the shadow figures standing off in the distance before ducking down to avoid more shots sailing over her head.

"Return fire two o'clock. I'll cover the right." The Sheriff screamed out over the gunfire before watching as the woman ducked her head down and moved to reposition herself.

"Sheriff God damn it it's a diversion." Mark screamed out trying to get his voice over the gunfire. "You need to cover the back. Cover the back door." He added.

"That back door is industrialized steel!" the Sheriff pointed out while Mark looked over to the girl who was ducking behind a desk before turning his attention to the much younger black cop who now lie dead on the floor with several bullet holes in his chest.

He was hit during the initial barrage but none of the other officers took notice as they returned fire. While Mark eyed the man he continued to at the man and notice a handcuff key on his waistband.

"Damn it they just keep coming!" yelled out the overweight man as he fired three shots from the window before ducking down as a bullet whizzed by his head.

The sound of a loud explosion from the back door is what caught the attention of everyone though as they each shifted their heads and noticed five men armed with Assault Rifles rushing towards them while another three tried to open the cell of the woman.

"Secure the girl." One of the men yelled out only to take a shot in the chest courtesy of the Sheriff who yelling to the others to shift their fire to the back door.

"Cover your eyes!" yelled out a man with a Shotgun as he fired into the lock of the woman's cell before kicking it open and watching as she rushed out with a smile.

"Shit!" yelled the overweight man as he took cover behind a desk in fear while the African American man continued to fight on and managed to hit one man with an AK-47 Assault Rifle once in the side of the head.

After killing that man though the Sheriff fell back with a Shotgun blast to the right arm courtesy of a Merryweather soldier who watched with a smile as the officer fell back onto a desk gripping his arm.

"Got you now." The man with the Shotgun started only to fall back as he felt a bullet collide with his throat.

The new sound of gunfire caused everyone to lift their heads in confusion as Mark rose from covering firing one of the Colt Carbines with incredible precision and hitting another man in the center of the head and watching him fall back in a pool of blood.

"He's loose!" the female Sheriff screamed out as the group watched Mark load a fresh magazine into the Rifle.

"Damn you!" yelled out the female Merryweather officer as she took a Pistol from one of the men and started to fire off a barrage of rounds at Mark who ducked backwards for cover just as the woman moved to run for the door.

She didn't get far though as Mark jumped from cover and fired a single round that hit once in the back of the head and sent her sliding forward in the dirt.

"Take cover!" Mark screamed out as he moved to stand alongside the backdoor while a group of Merryweather soldiers stood outside firing rounds inside.

"Shit!" Mark whispered out to himself as he looked out the door and saw something he really didn't expect to see.

His Van!

The vehicle with more blood on it then most wasn't parked back at the motel but was instead speeding off the road and in an instant slamming into the men who were shooting alongside the door.

"Damn it!" Jill screamed out as she put the vehicle in reverse and sent it backing into the back door of the station before jumping out through the back door as the remaining soldiers fired rounds into the front windshield.

"Glad you could join us." Mark yelled out while the woman shook her head.

"I wouldn't want to miss it." She replied as the other officers continued to shoot out the windows before in an instant the sound of gunfire finally seemed to cease.

"Do you think they're giving up?" the female officer asked as Mark walked to look out the backdoor and notice that everyone who wasn't hit outside had left.

"Not by a longshot." He replied in anger.

"You know I can't let you run." The Sheriff spoke out while keeping his Rifle trained on the back of Mark's head while Jill stood by with her Pistol raised at him.

"Your injured and your weapons empty Sheriff." Mark replied to the man's confusion as he looked to Jill and ordered her to keep an eye on the girl.

"Hey where do you think you're going?" asked the female Sheriff as she rose from beside the dead officer with her weapon raised to Mark.

"Defending those who can't defend themselves." He retorted before moving to remove the bright orange colored jacket they had given him to wear and then throwing on a bulletproof vest.

Camp Broke Jaw

The sound of Manfred's screaming voice seemed to be what finally awoke Jimmy as he lifted his head and noticed that the STYRKER they were using was now turned upside down with Buck, Eddy, and Lee now lying unconscious in the vehicle with blood leaking from various parts of their bodies.

As sound started to return to the man he could make out the faint screams, yells, and approaching gunfire as Task, Marco, Charlie, and Tully now found themselves standing behind the stalled tank firing off their weapons at a group of about twelve approaching Merryweather soldiers while Thire climbed into the vehicle and tried to pull out the others.

"Glad to see you're up." The Polynesian called out while Jimmy rubbed his blood covered forehead.

"The fuck happened?" he asked with a raised brow.

"We got hit by an Anti-Tank Rocket. This thing took most of the damage but it's totaled and they got the tank right in the treads so it ain't moving." He yelled out while Jimmy nodded his head before moving to help the man move Buck and Eddy out of the vehicle just as another Rocket came speeding their way and crashing on the ground right next to them.

"Shit they just keep coming." Task screamed out as he loaded another Rocket in his own RPG before firing it at an approaching Humvee then watching it go up in a fiery explosion.

"How far are we from the Airfield?" Jimmy asked while picking up his Rifle and firing off five shots that managed to hit one man in the chest and cause him to stagger back before finally falling down.

"About a block away but we aren't going anywhere if we don't clear these assholes out first." Marco screamed out while firing his ACR Assault Rifle at the men who started to advance on them.

Before they could even reach the BSU members the sound of a loud banging noise that reminds the group of professional drummers banging against their drums started to go off around the group causing many of them to cover their ears as the banging drowned out almost all other sounds and left them somewhat deaf to anything but it.

As they turned their heads though they watched in shock and surprise as Lee stood behind them firing the AA-12 like a madman with no real precision or care as the powerful FRAG-12 Rounds of the weapon ripped through the bodies of the Merryweather soldiers like they were nothing but paper and blew holes the size laptops into each of their bodies, ignoring their armor, and even striking the men behind them.

"Holy shit!" said Tully as he and the others watched as Lee fired at the man with the Rocket Launcher hitting his hands and striking one of the Rockets on the man's back causing it to explode along with all the others and killing all those around them.

"Damn I love this thing." Lee yelled out with a smile after hearing the click of the now empty drum magazine.

"I guess that's really all we needed." Said Thire with a smile before he moved to pick up Eddy and throw him over his shoulder while Task did the same with Buck.

"We're going to have to book it from here." Marco started only for the sound of gunfire going off to cause the group to run for cover as more Merryweather soldiers came after them on foot or in vehicles firing their weapons at the group that was moving as fast as their legs could carry them.

"I don't think we're going to make it." Lee yelled out while jumping back to cover the group as they finally made it into the Airfield with Marco reaching into his Bulletproof Vest and pulling out a Green Flare just as the group made it to the communications tower where Manfred stood at the door waving for them to run.

"What's that for?" Jimmy asked while looking to the man who merely smiled before tossing the flare in the direction of the communications tower and causing it to land at the front door in front just as the group ran inside and closed the door behind them.

"TAKE COVER!" Marco yelled out just as the group heard a series of loud explosions coming from outside of the tower that actually shook the ground and was worse in noise then Lee's new Shotgun.

"What the fuck is that?" Jimmy asked in fear as the group continued to make their way up the stairs before looking out the window of the tower and notice that there was now something new flying over the military installation.

At first glance it looked like an ordinary airplane but upon closer inspection one could see a variety of weapons placed on the side of the aircraft.

"Is that a-." Tully started before Charlie cut him off.

"AC-130 Gunship, you boys like to threaten your enemies with drone strikes but strikes from that thing is worth more than any threat." The Italian man stated as the group watched as the aircraft went into another circular turn with it's weapons pointed back in the direction of the base.

Then in an instant the Aircraft started to unload on what was left of the soldiers on the ground with its two 20mm Vulcan Cannons while it's L60 Bofors 40mm Cannon and portside M102 Howitzer turned what remaining building on the base into rubble almost in an instant to the shock of everyone.

"I don't get it, if Devlin was going to use that this entire time why send us here?" Task asked with anger as he looked to Marco and Charlie.

"He needed people inside to shut down the defense system and blow armory. He doesn't want a two hundred and ten million dollar plane blown right out of the sky after only dropping a few bombs." Marco stated with venom in his tone.

"Still there's no hiding what we all did today. Don Percival will have to open his eyes and see us for what we are now." He added while Lee looked to him with a raised brow.

"And what are we?" he asked.

"The guys who are gonna burn his entire empire to the ground." The Dominican man shot back with anger in his tone.

Plaza County Sheriff's Department

"What the hell do you mean they attacked Camp Broke Jaw?" Macintosh asked with a hint of shock and venom in his tone before he threw his cellphone to the ground in anger.

"Damn it burn those motherfuckers out of there." He screamed out before watching as two men one with a Molotov and the other with a lighter started to rush towards the Police Station ready to toss the ignite and toss the incendiary.

After the first men lit the cloth the thrower quickly positioned himself to toss the bottle but before it could leave his hand a single shot rang out and a well-placed 5.56 Round went through his hand and shattered the bottle causing the fiery liquid to splash over the bodies of not only the thrower but his partner as well.

The sight of the two men trying to fight the flames covering their bodies seemed to unnerve the Sheriff Officers but bring a smile to the face of Mark who watched them move in the flames like they were performing a dance.

"Shit!" Macintosh whispered under his breath as he watched the two men collapse and scream in pain.

It was this distraction that Mark used to cut through the forest around the police station almost like a sword through flesh as he fired the Colt Rifle and struck one man three times in the chest before watching him fall while squeezing off rounds into the dirt.

The noise seemed to attract the attention of the other Merryweather Gunmen who moved to intercept Mark who continued to run through the jungle in hopes of not getting pinned down or out-flanked.

As he came across another man who was staring off in the distance looking away from him he immediately jumped down to one-knee, got into a firing stance, and fired off three more shots that hit the man in the chest and in the throat.

To some of the Mercenaries they came to an assumption that the shots were probably coming from the police station and started to return fire. This was Mark suspected as he came across two more men, one armed with a Shotgun and the other a Rifle, firing off rounds shots in the direction of the police station.

With one placed shot to the back of the head the Creole man made short work of the man with the Rifle, seeing him as the more dangerous threat. The sight of his comrade falling quickly caught the attention of the man with the Shotgun though and he immediately whipped around with his weapon raised in the direction he thought the shots came from.

After scanning the area he moved to turn around but immediately fell back as Mark fired five shots into his chest and watched him hit the ground with a thud before moving to reload the Rifle.

While Mark was picking off the Mercenaries, he was also being hunted by Macintosh who was moving quickly and quietly through the woods hoping to stumble across the man.

"HELP HELP ME!" screamed out a wounded Merryweather Goon who had taken a round to the stomach and was now lying on the ground screaming for help with his guts in his hands.

His cries were soon answered as two more Mercenaries came from the woods and approached the man. They then each moved to grab one of his arms and drag him away but never managed to make it a foot away from where he layed as Mark came from behind them and opened fire on both men with a barrage of rounds that left them each stumbling and then falling forward.

"Shit!" screamed out one man with a Shotgun as he moved to fire a shot at Mark with a Shotgun before running off only to miss the Roman and hit the tree next to him.

Mark didn't do the same as he fired the remaining bullets in his magazine into the man's back and watched him hit the ground with a loud thud. He then moved to take cover again behind another tree to reload but upon doing so he quickly spotted a man armed with a Sniper Rifle aiming in the direction of the police station.

"Shit!" Mark whispered out as he turned a corner from the tree and shot down another man armed with an M4A1 Assault Rifle and shot him four times in the chest and face before moving for the man with the Sniper Rifle just as he got a bead on the female Sheriff looking out the window.

Before he could squeeze the trigger though he froze in place as he heard the familiar cock of a gun behind his head. "Damn!" he started only to forever be silenced as Mark shot him once in the back of the head and splattered his blood against the leaves.

Things then became almost like first person shooter to the youngest Roman as he ran past another tree and noticed a man with a Shotgun patrolling the forest only to be hit three times in the chest by the Concrete Soldier who watched him fall back against the tree and lean against it with blood shot eyes before looking up and being shot once in the head.

"Jesus Christ he's really taking them out." Said the Sheriff.

"Yeah assholes how do you like that?" the Female Sheriff screamed out with a smile.

"You ever see that Western where the guy comes riding into town and it turns out he's like the devil or death or something?" the Overweight Sheriff asked while Jill continued to stand over the girl only to turn her head and notice a somewhat familiar figure walking into the station with a sadistic grin on his face.

"HELP!" another Mercenary groaned out in pain as Macintosh walked up on the man with a serious look on his face before scanning the area in hopes of catching sight of the youngest Roman.

As the man lifted his hands up in support from the man Macintosh did what he thought was right. He put a single bullet into the man's head in order to put him out of his misery. "Shit we can't keep this up." He whispered out.

While he continued to hunt a man armed with an MP5 Submachine Gun found himself spraying wildly into the forest before needing to reload. Once he heard a branch breaking behind him though he quickly whipped around and accidently sprayed down one of his own comrades and watched him fall to the ground with a loud thump while Mark stood back in the distance before shooting the man once in the back of the head.

As Mark went back to running through the jungle Macintosh had finally caught sight of him and as he moved to lift his rife and take aim at the back of Mark's head he was soon interrupted by the sound of helicopter blades striking the air and a blinding light that caused him to miss his shot and fire a bullet that went over Mark's head causing the youngest Roman to whip around and look up at the chopper.

"Internal Affairs Agency! Drop your Weapons!" came an all-to familiar voice to the youngest Roman as he looked to the chopper somewhat with a smile.

Macintosh didn't share the same sentiment though and as he lifted his gun to the aircraft he was forever silenced by a single shot from a .50 Caliber Sniper Rifle hitting him once in the head courtesy of an Afro-British woman who couldn't help but to smile at her actions.

"Put us down!" Kyra yelled out as she looked back to Mark and watched as he started to make his way out of the jungle.

After about thirty minutes of going over the dead both Mark and Jill now found themselves sitting on the ground in front of the police station with mixed looks on both of their faces before the former of whom noticed a familiar woman step from the helicopter and approach him with a smile.

"That's quite an entrance." Mark greeted despite having a smile showing little emotion in his tone.

"You look like shit, Roman." She responded after looking the man up and down.

"Yeah, it's been a rough couple of days." He interjected while looking around. "What brought you all the way back here?" he asked with a raised brow before watching Kyra turn her head in the direction of the helicopter with her own smile fading.

"He did!" she replied as Mark and Jill noticed a familiar dark haired man wearing an all-white suit step out of the helicopter with his usual evil scowls.

"Isn't that-." Jill started only to be met with a nod from Marcus.

"The new Director of the IAA, Dean Devlin himself." He interrupted before moving to stand up and eye the man angrily as he approached him.

"You still have the girl?" he asked while Mark nodded his head in anger. "Good!" We can now begin real negotiations with Percival." He added.

"You should have been negotiating with Percival." Mark replied with anger in his tone.

"Don't stand there and look at me like you are above me Roman, all you did was kidnap some school girl but I dealt a significant blow to Merryweather today that speaks more volume then what you did." He replied in anger while Mark continued to eye him angrily.

"You had no right using my brothers as your errand boys." He shot back while Devlin merely chuckled.

"You screw my wife Mark, but at the end of the day all you and your friends are will be nothing but errand boys." Devlin shot back in anger before moving to walk past Mark.

"Wait!" Jill called out earning the attention of the man. "Did they really have to go?" she asked while looking to the man closely.

"The less people know about what happened here today is better for everyone. Both me and Mark know that and if my men didn't show up here today he would have done the same." He retorted while both Mark and Jill stood in silence before he spoke out again. "I suggest you two get ready for exfil you're both going home." He added before moving to walk into the Sheriff's Department where he noticed the bodies of each of the Sheriff's being placed under white sheets courtesy of his men.

"Any other survivors?" Devlin asked while keeping his back turned away from a shadowy figure standing in the background.

"No sir not unless you want me to do the same to their families." Patrick retorted as he walked from the shadows with a smile on his face while Devlin moved to stand over the scared girl in the corner.

"Won't be necessary we have what we need." He finished while smiling at the girl with his usual sinister grin.

Authors Note: Goddamn that was a long chapter and now everyone see's why I split this chapter and the last chapter up into two. I assumed I was gonna have over 29,000 words if I put them both together but this is well over 23,000 and the last was over 12,000 that's over 35,000 words. Too much for once chapter so I hope you all like my decision with breaking them up.

A lot went on this chapter with Mark and Jill working together as an interesting pairing in my eyes because as you can see Mark is in a dark place with Alison and Ana being kidnapped and he sort needs that someone to comfort him and Jill sort of acted as his shoulder to cry on at the time.

I wanted to add more in with Sawyer investigating and finding out more about the war going in New Arcadia between Mariah and the Vagos while also showing more bodies being dropped on both sides but this chapter was so goddamn long and I really wanted to put it up fast because I know a lot of you are in a lot of suspense I had to push those things back to next chapter not only that but also because I wanted to add more action in next chapter.

Now time for the biggest thing that happened in this chapter the attack on the Merryweather base. Man that was long coming and's it really the bread and butter to this entire chapter and it makes sense with everything everyone did. BSU doesn't have Mark to lead them so Lee is taking point and I wanted to show him really lead the group into the combat zone and I think he did a good job.

Some broken bones and injured but only two causalities in Cunningham and Roger who I introduced earlier in the story as the guys who broke into Cruz's house. How Roger went out though was based on something I saw on a TV show, it was a fucked up silly way to kill him but come on you almost never see that happen.

Manfred really got his first kill today, well by his own hands, and let me tell you that will affect him in the next couple of chapters because like Link he's also an innocent one. You never see them pick up and use guns they're usually the guys who are the talkers and thinkers to Mark and Lee's brute force.

Marco and Charlie with the tank was well…fucking awesome. You gotta admit if you have to infiltrate and destroy a base of any type the first thing you should get is a fucking tank to do the most damage. I am disappointed though because I also had ideas for an Apache Helicopter and an F22 Fighter Jet but those ideas were scrapped just to get this chapter out faster.

I also brought back Kyra to help in this war not just because she's close to Ana, but also because I noticed with Mark on the West Coast, Lee on the East Coast, Link not really being a fighter, Adahy and Felix not working with BSU anymore, and Davey, Tup, Tector, Billy Kitchen, and Robbie being injured their aren't that many characters I can call on to help with guys. So I had to really go digging through the grapevine of who was alive, who was dead, and guys who actually like Mark and BSU to really help them all out and then I remembered I haven't featured Kyra in while. Who knew.

Stick around for next chapter as negotiations to get Alison and Ana back are conducted by Devlin and Percival, Mark, Task, and the rest of BSU lick their his wounds in Sunbelt and deals with old demons from the past, Marrick makes a move on the Vagos, and Felix finds earning more respect within the Vagos.

Goodnight everyone thank you all for reading Zilla 2000 out.