Chapter 58: Merryweather Counter-Attack

Propositions Are Made

Sunbelt City (Three Days Later)

"NO…STOP…MARCUS!" it was the familiar yells and scream of another bad dream that forced the youngest Roman awake in a cold sweat that left him panting deeply in fear and in anger.

As he looked around the living room of the Loft in Downtown Sunbelt, he often frequented in the past to avoid the search efforts of police and enemies. So far it still remained unknown to many people including to most BSU members but remained a staple piece when hiding from the enemy.

The memories of the battle between him and Merryweather still burned in his mind and the more he thought about the Mercenary Company and the knowledge that they still held Ana and Alison burned him on the inside and the out. To the point where he knew he couldn't sleep.

If he couldn't sleep…he might as well HUNT.

After rising from the couch he quickly moved to make his way down the hall before moving to walk pass one of the bedroom doors and noticing a familiar blonde haired woman bending over against the bed to grab something off the floor.

While doing so Mark took a rather long look at her behind as it was propped up in the air and only covered by a pair of black panties.

Soon he had to shake his head and look away before making his way down the hall and stopping at the closet at the end of the hall and then quietly opening it where he noticed an all-black safe was locked.

After putting the combination into the safe he quickly swung it open then took in the sight of what the safe held inside of it. The safe held his new number one weapon while in the city of Sunbelt.

He didn't like to carry weapons across state lines so that made him bring his favorite Rifle into Sunbelt difficult, but he didn't really need to. Lee and the others had attacked one of Merryweather's largest facilities in North America just a few days prior and had brought him back something that Link stayed, "Screamed His Name!" and oh how it did.

At first glance the weapon looked like a simple M249 Light Machine Gun but upon closer inspection one with a well-trained eye and love for guns could see that it was a different variant of the weapon. This particular variant had been modified not only by Merryweather but also by Mark who'd spent the last couple of days adding attachments to it to better fit him.

He started off by adding a much longer barrel to increase the range of the weapon, a side laser attachment to improve some accuracy, a better stock to lessen the recoil of the weapon, and he'd also changed out the Pistol-Grip on the weapon for another more mesh grip that wouldn't do too much damage on his hands when firing the weapon.

Those were just what he added the weapon was already outfitted with a Muzzle Brake as another piece to help reduce the recoil of the weapon, a Thermal Scope for well seeing heat signatures, a two hundred round drum magazine, and an M203 Grenade Launcher mounted on the bottom of the weapon.

The already present attachments is what sold Mark to the gun but with everything else he added.

After grabbing the weapon and strapping it to his back Mark quickly made his way back into the living room while sneaking a peak back inside of the room at the blonde-haired woman who was now dressed in nothing more then a towel and was making her way into the bathroom that was in the room.

The last thing he needed right now was to tell her that he was going out hunting again.

After grabbing his M1911, Kevlar Vest, and Combat Knife then stuffing them all into a duffel bag Mark then moved to step out of the Loft and make his way out of the building before going across the street and entering the parking garage where his black van was parked in its usual spot.

"Time for some fun!" he muttered out with a slight smile.

Elsewhere

"Yeah we can't save the testicles we're gonna have to cut them off."

This was the first clear sound Task had heard before he jumped up from his prone position with wide eyes screaming and cursing as loud as he could before noticing a familiar Chinese man standing before him with his arms out.

"Easy bro they're not talking about you." Lee pointed out before pointing to the television which was showing another episode of the show "Fucked up Stories from the ER with Host Madd Dogg. "It's amazing how fast a once good rapper could fall." Lee added before noticing Task grab his forehead in pain.

"Damn my head, what happened?" the Lakota asked while continuing to rub his head.

"We were having a council with the Rifas when we got hit up by the Azteca's, Psychos, and them fucking Russians." Stated Lee earning a slight nod from Task who could remember up to that point. "You got into a big fight with Baba Yaga himself and mostly won, but they were merely a distraction. Merryweather showed up and then well…things turned bad for us." he added to Task's confusion.

"Two Attack Choppers to be exact with a shit ton of guys. Ernesto came back to help us and we did hold our own…up until the point where they started shooting Missiles at us." Lee stated with a chuckle while Task rubbed his head.

"It's starting to come back to me…along with getting blown up." Task replied while Lee nodded his head.

"You probably took some years off your life and fucked up your hearing but you're in one piece and best of all you saved Cheta's life by pushing her out of the way." Lee stated while Task immediately went wide eyed at his statement. "I'm sure she's gonna be forever grateful if you know what I mean." The Chinese man added with a smile.

"I'm not worried about her I'm worried about my brother and what that fucking Russian said." Task shot back earning a nod from Lee.

"We looked into what he said and well…-." Lee started before trailing off.

"What?" Task asked with venom in his tone.

"Your brother was stabbed, but he's stable and in protective custody." Lee retorted earning an angry growl from Task who slammed his fist against the bed in rage while Lee tried to calm him down.

"I got into this life to help my brother but now I'm causing him pain." Task spoke out while hanging his head as Lee approached him and merely kneeled down beside him before putting his hand on his shoulder.

"We're gonna make it right brother I promise." The Chinese man interjected while Task merely nodded his head.

Before either of the duo could say another word though they were interrupted the familiar ringtone of Lee's cellphone and merely looked over at the device as it rested on a table in the room before the Chinese man moved over to pick it up.

"Looks like Mark's hungry for some bird and I could go for some bird as well." Lee let out with a sick smile while Task merely raised his brow.

"Bird what do you mean?" he asked with confusion evident on his face.

"You know Eagle!" the Chinese man retorted before moving to walk out of the door while Task continued to sit back in confusion before realization hit him.

The Logo for Merryweather was that of an Eagle.

Meanwhile

As the Chinese man walked out on the Lakota, Felix found himself sitting outside of his home with a rather mixed look on his face.

He hadn't been back to the place he once called home since the day his mother was murdered. It brought back memories, some good some bad. The fact that SCPD didn't do a good job cleaning up his mothers' blood didn't help much either. It just drove him further away.

Until today!

Today he sucked up his anger and sadness and with the aid of Adahy came back to the place that was once his home that will now forever be stained as the place where his mother was killed.

He'd cleaned up much of the place but still no matter how hard he scrubbed it didn't take away the mess that was his life.

After a few more moments of sitting outside he watched with an emotionless expression on his face as a teal Emperor pulled up in front of his home and he watched a familiar Ondero step out of the car with a pair of black sunglasses covering his eyes.

"What's with the shades it's night time?" he asked with a raised brow.

"Kinda nursing a shiner." Ernesto retorted before lifting the shades and revealing that he had a slight blackened right eye.

"The other guy worse?" Felix asked while Ernesto nodded his head.

"Put his ass to sleep ese." He retorted with a smile before moving to take a seat next to the man.

"How'd you find me here?" Felix asked while looking away from the man.

"Loka…she figured you came back here and wanted me to check on you. Everything been mucho loco these last couple of weeks with the shit going down with the Rifa's and Merryweather." Ernesto stated while Felix nodded his head.

"If you were gonna hit BSU and the Rifa's you should have brought me along with you." Felix retorted while Ernesto shook his head.

"The plan was to let Merryweather have at those Cabron's. If they saw you there they may have turned their guns on us as well…again." The Ondero retorted while Felix nodded his head.

"Syke O said you and him went back to help Mark and the others despite leading them into the trap…why'd you do that?" he asked earning a few seconds of silence from Ernesto before he finally responded.

"You know many of the Vatos across the Barrio are saying I should give you up to Merryweather to save everyone." He retorted earning a not so surprised look from Felix. He suspected that many of them wanted to just give him up. He didn't hold it against any of them in truth, they were facing almost impossible odds and were losing Carnales left and right because of him.

"The reason I went back for Mark is the same reason I won't give you up, because we're all stuck in this shit together and if we're to survive it…we're gonna need each other and the shit those BSU Cabron's have done I could never see us pulling off. They kidnapped Don Percival's daughter, survived numerous attacks, Attack Choppers no less, and they managed to destroy Merryweather's largest North American base in a matter of hours." Ernesto stated with shock and surprise in his tone that came from saying all of that out loud.

"The only reason they did any of that is because of their connections to the IAA." Felix shot back with a hint of venom in his tone.

"Exactly amigo, it's because of their connections we have Onda backing us but they have the Federal Government backing them and in this war that's gonna speak more volumes." He declared while Felix remained silent.

"I don't want to work with them again." Felix retorted while Ernesto nodded his head.

"If you want revenge for your mother then you're just gonna have to power through it." The Ondero interjected before going silent as both he and Felix lifted their heads and noticed an all-black van pulling up in front of Felix's home and coming to a slow halt.

"Damn!" said Ernesto as he moved to reach for the handle of his .44 while Felix reached behind his back for his Glock only to stop as they noticed a familiar trio stepping out of the van with mixed looks on their faces.

"Hold your fire." Jimmy yelled out while lifting his hands to show that he was unarmed along with Mark and Lee.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Felix asked while looking angrily to Mark and Lee before watching the former open the sliding door of the van and then ordering for him to get in.

"I'm not going with you!" he shot back with venom in his tone.

"If you want revenge for what happened to your mother you would want to." Lee shot back while Felix eyed him angrily.

"Keep her name out of your mouth." He screamed out in anger while Mark merely chuckled.

"All that anger that you love to throw at us instead of throwing it at the true threat." The Creole man shot back while Felix turned to look at him closely. "Face it Felix, this war is yours and all of us are merely getting our hands dirty in it…but now it's time for you to do the same." He finished with a smile.

"We've gotten our hands dirty, BSU has gotten their hands dirty, Rifa's got their hands dirty, Task, the Vagos, the Azteca's, and the IAA have all gotten their hands dirty in your war…it's time you finally got some Merryweather blood on your hands." Jimmy stated while Felix remained silent.

"You got a lot of nerve coming here giving ultimatums." Ernesto stated with venom in his tone.

"I owe you and your boy one for coming back to help us Ernesto but come are you really gonna sit here and allow Felix to sit inside hiding while your soldiers die in a war that's not there's." Mark retorted while Ernesto merely chuckled.

"Not our war, but I bet if your two Hyna's hadn't been kidnapped you would have pointed Merryweather directly at us." He shot back while Mark shook his head.

"Yeah well this is the hand that we've been dealt ain't it?" Mark asked with venom in his tone.

"I mean you don't have to come and help us Felix-." Lee started before trailing off. "I mean the three of us are enough to handle this job anyway we're just inviting you along because we thought that maybe you'd want some revenge but I guess we were wrong." He added while Felix remained silent with Mark continued to eye him.

"I guess we have our answer then…let's go!" Mark ordered before moving to turn around only to be stopped by Felix yelling out at the trio.

"This better not be bullshit." Felix yelled out while Mark nodded his head before pointing for the sliding door of the van while approaching Ernesto.

"I'm coming as well." The Ondero retorted while Mark shook his head.

"There's only room for four on this job." Mark retorted earning a low growl from Ernesto.

"That's bullshit, if you try something-." He started only to be cut off by the man.

"We're not bullshitting, after we're done with this job Merryweather will strike back and as far as they know my guys are still in hiding between here and New Arcadia. So you already know where they're gonna come looking and when they do you need to have your guys ready." Mark stated while Ernesto gave a low scoff.

"You guys do the damage and my guys pay the consequences?" he asked while Mark shook his head.

"We'll be here to back you up just don't shoot us when this is all over with." Mark retorted while Ernesto remained silent before watching the man make his way back to the van and climb inside.

Hours Later

After gathering everyone's gear the group of four now found themselves driving down the streets of New Arcadia with the song No Jesus Christ by Seether blaring loudly on the radio. There wasn't much talking going on between the group as they each sat back taking in the music.

Despite being a former member of BSU Felix had a rather unique taste in rock music that was somewhat different then most of the other guys. Mark liked a lot of Indie Pop, Indie Rock, and Hard Rock, Lee liked Alternative Rock, and Jimmy liked Emo Rock.

He himself liked some songs from each of their categories but he was always a big fan of National or Mexican Rock. He was always a big fan of guitarist Carlos Santana because of his mom and even managed to put Mark on a few songs. When it came to music, he was the most open-minded person of anyone he knew especially black people.

As he sat back in the van wearing familiar black long-sleeved shirt over a bulletproof vest with a flaming eagle spray painted in white on the front of the vest. The vest brought him back to his old days apart of the BSU Militia. Mark had many of them spray paint various emblems, symbols, and markings into their vest as a form of intimidation for their enemies while also letting them know who hit them.

His vest featured a flaming eagle while Mark's featured a half-bloody skull with a knife, Lee's had a coiled dragon, and Jimmy had a crosshairs on his own. There wasn't much intimidation from the looks but the mask they each wore added to it.

They reminded him of the mask serial killers wore in movies or the mask parents got kids to decorate for Halloween and they were another part of their usual décor and they seemed to carry the most weight.

As Felix flipped the mask around in his hands he earned a low scoff from Lee who gave a low growl before saying, "I bet you didn't think you'd be wearing any of that again!"

Felix merely ignored him though and merely moved to load a few spare magazines for his H&K416 Assault Rifle into the back of his pants.

"I doubt any of us thought we'd be wearing these again." Mark replied breaking the silence that had developed between the group. "I'd retired these outfits because they bring more unwanted attention on us, but right now…we want Merryweather to know we're coming for them." He stated while Felix gave a loud.

"You want them to know we're coming so what exactly do you have planned?" he asked with a raised brow before Mark finally stopped the van with a squeaking halt.

"Take a look for yourself." Mark let out causing Felix to move to look out the front windshield of the vehicle and immediately go wide eyed at the sight before him.

When Mark told him that they would be hitting Merryweather he thought that they would be attacking a base or a supply convoy but nothing like this. Before him was a familiar rather luxurious three story mansion near the outskirts of the city. This particular region was home to some of the wealthiest people within the state who held much sway and power over the state.

"This isn't what I was expecting." Felix muttered out earning a chuckle from Mark and Lee. "Whose the target exactly?" he asked while looking to the duo.

"Billionaire Businessman and Oil Mogul Ted Jameson." Mark stated with no real emotion in his tone. "He's one of Merryweather's biggest investors and owns a number of keys stocks in the company." He added with a smile.

"His wife Ivana is a some kinda Italian Fashion Designer and is hosting a Gala tonight where Ted himself will announce that he'll be running for Governor of New Austin. He's also showing his support to our next would be president Jock Cranley." Lee added with a smile of his own.

"You really think that racist is gonna win?" Felix asked while Lee shook his head.

"I don't support him but I know winners when I see them." Lee replied.

"James is putting his money to use and Merryweather is acting as security for the affair." Jimmy stated while looking out the window of the van.

"I don't give a shit about Jameson or his wife, the main target is their Merryweather Security Team. We cut through them like butter, Jameson and many other Merryweather investors will start pulling their money out of Merryweather when they see they can't protect them." Mark stated while Felix nodded his head.

"Okay sounds like an easy plan but how are we gonna get inside of there?" Felix asked with a raised brow before looking to Mark who merely chuckled at his response.

Unknown Location

The sound of silence was becoming almost haunting to Alison as she found herself sitting on the old moldy floors of the Merryweather Prison Cell. She was an FIB Agent but she was beginning to feel more and more like one of the people she'd caught and thrown in jail.

The room was blanketed in black, there was no window, and she'd long lost count on how many days she'd been captured. To make the situation worse they were now keeping her and Ana in different cells away from each other so they couldn't communicate or plot an escape, so she thought.

She hated not being with the Chinese woman because at least when she was around, she felt more at ease.

Just as she was about to close her eyes and fall back into her deep slumber though she was interrupted by the sound of the door swinging open and a blinding light flooded her eyes causing her to throw both hands over her face in order to avoid its lights.

"Dinner time bitch!" a soldier yelled out as he dropped a metal tray of food on the floor and kicked it over to the redheaded woman who quickly snatched up the sandwich on the tray and started to take bites out of it.

"Piece of shit!" the soldier muttered out as he watched her eat before getting a call on his radio and then walking away so that the FIB Agent wouldn't hear what he was being ordered.

As he walked away from the door though Alison quickly noticed that he didn't completely shut it all the way and there was a tiny glimpse of light coming through the opening.

New Arcadia

The song Close to the Grave by Kodak Black blared loudly over the speakers in Marrick's apartment as he found himself sitting on his couch trying to drown his sorrow in weed and alcohol.

It had been a few days since his friend Scooby had been killed at his brother's baptism. He and the man weren't that close in the later years of life, but they did go a way's back. As far as Rutherford Lee High School, where they'd taken Mr. Charles History Class.

He didn't really like Scooby at first but the two became really close and he respected the man's wishes to keep his brother out of the life that both he and Marrick lived.

He wanted that and he got it, but look at where it got them both.

Before the middle-born Roman could think more on the matter he was interrupted the sight of a familiar somewhat African American woman in her late forties with long black that was tied into a bun walking across the floor before moving to stand in front of him.

The woman's name was Giselle Simone and what many people in New Arcadia didn't know about the woman was that she was the woman who could be in truth considered Marrick's own North Star.

"How long are you gonna sit here crying about another dead nigga." The woman asked while Marrick gave a low growl.

"I ain't crying!" he shot back with venom in his tone.

"Of course, you are…you only come to me when you need a shoulder to cry on." She responded while Marrick looked away from the woman in anger.

When it came to down to Martin and Marcus, they each had white women in their lives as their better half's, but Marrick was different, he was strictly loyal to his so-called black queens. He'd be lying if he said he never fucked a white girl or didn't find them attractive, but he refused to give his heart to a white girl or Asian the way his brothers did.

What had worse then them though was a strong affection for the woman who was twenty years older then him and took his virginity back when he was just a teenager in high school. He was shy and nervous back then but now he was rolling in confidence and he owed her for all of it.

"Face it mama's boy you come for the pussy but you stay for the-." She started only for Marrick to slam his fist down on the table to silence her before leaning back down to look away from her.

Before long she moved to take a seat beside him and rest her head on his shoulder in a move he was too familiar with. "You know what you need to do Marrick, so why don't you just get up already and go do it?" she asked with a raised brow.

"I don't know where to start looking." He replied.

"White boys with swastikas and Satanic shit all over them, shouldn't be too hard to find." She muttered out while grabbing Marrick by the sides of his head and then bringing her lips against his own for a deep kiss.

Outside Sunbelt City

The sound of loud classical music filled the ears of thirty-five year old newspaper Journalist Rachel Jones as she found herself walking the main guest floor of the ball with her usual smile and wave as she walked past many people.

She was a Celebrity Journalist for Weazel News and was slowly on the rise within the company, at the same time though even had to admit she didn't want to be at this party.

The place was swarming with people who were practically kissing the asses of Ted James and his Trophy Wife for the year. He had married five times in the last eight years and with the longest one being three years and the shortest a mere seven months.

She wasn't here to show her support to him, she was here to see just how much support he was giving Jock Crawley. She didn't support the man, or his campaign and she wanted everyone to know that.

As she moved to make her way into the room where the models were walking the runway she couldn't help to hold in a laugh at the rather horrible and comedic clothing the models were wearing. They all seemed to border along the lines of crazy to just plain stupid if she would be a judge and wouldn't want to be caught dead in a single one of them.

As the models continued to make their way on the stage she couldn't but to give a sickening groan at them. She could never see herself starving herself to just to get famous off her looks she also found herself to be somewhat average. Sure she had long natural red hair, light brown eyes, and a pretty smile but she didn't have the body for it in her own regards.

She must have been sitting for no less then ten minutes before the sound of screams filling the air caused her to jump from her seat along with everyone else who turned their heads and noticed that one of the security guards was now lying flat on the floor of the main entrance way with blood spewing from the side of his neck.

"What the fuck who the hell did this?" asked a Merryweather Mercenary as he moved to pull out his Walkie Talkie only to get hit once in the top of his head and fall out to the shock of all the other guest as a Black Canister came flying through the doors and a blinding blue flash quickly enveloped everyone around it.

"MOVE IN!" Mark screamed out over his Walkie Talkie as he came crashing through one of the windows in the building and fired off a barrage of rounds from his Light Machine Gun towards the ceiling causing everyone to run for cover or a nearby exit.

"Shit!" Rachel screamed out as she started to run as fast as her legs could carry her towards a nearby exit.

"COVERING FIRE!" Mark screamed out from behind his mask as he noticed five Merryweather Soldier running towards the upper stairway causing him to fire another barrage of rounds at the approaching men and managing to strike two of them in the chest and forcing the others into cover.

The sound of screaming now seemed to muffle out the sound of gunfire as Lee and Jimmy found themselves running through the front door past the fleeing people.

"Don't shoot me." One balding Caucasian man in a three-piece suit screamed out while putting his hands in the air.

"Then stay out of my way." Lee screamed out while hitting the man in the face with his AA-12 Shotgun before walking over him and then moving into the main ballroom.

"STOP RIGHT THERE!" yelled out the leader of a group of five Merryweather soldiers as they moved to draw their Pistols at the Chinese man who merely fired off a barrage of rounds from the Assault Shotgun and blew various holes in their bodies.

He was still using the Frag-12 Rounds for added damage against the rather sturdy Merryweather bulletproof vest but the Mercenaries wore. These particular soldiers Kevlar wasn't as heavy, and the rounds seemed to merely split their armor with relative ease.

"Shit I should just use regular rounds save the heavy shit for the real fight." He muttered out before ducking for cover as two more Merryweather Agent came at him with M4 Carbines.

"Fuck you!" screamed out a Merryweather Agent as he fired off several shots at Jimmy who ducked down for cover before barrel rolling out and striking him several times in the chest.

"I'm moving through the South Lawn towards the back entrance, Lee once I get into position, I'll be able to give you covering fire." The redheaded man called out over his Walkie Talkie before shooting another man while the Chinese man fired a single slug into the ankle of a man who was shooting at him.

"Take your time." He responded before moving to reload.

As the duo found themselves now found themselves fighting Mercenaries on the outside Mark was inside ducking under a table for cover as three Merryweather soldiers armed with Assault Rifles fired down on his location and kept him suppressed.

"FELIX!" he yelled out before the man of Quechan descent barrel rolled into the main floor with his Rifle at the ready and striking one soldier in the center of the head causing him to fall forward off the staircase and then crashing onto a glass table at the bottom.

"Puto de Madre!" he whispered out while shooting another man in the neck and then finishing off the final man with a shot in between the eyes and then watching him fall back with a sick smile on his face.

"Man, I miss this gun." He inwardly told himself while looking down at the Rifle with a smile.

The weapon was once his number one weapon while he was a member of BSU but when Mark and the others took their tattoos back, they also took their weapons. He didn't care if he had to fight each of them to keep it because this time, he wasn't letting it go.

"LOOKOUT!" Mark screamed out breaking Felix from his concentration as he watched the Roman fire a barrage of rounds above his head causing him to jump forward before watching as the Crystal Chandelier came crashing down on top of a group of four Merryweather soldiers crushing them under the weight of the light fixture and shattering the crystals in the process.

"Shit!" Felix whispered out with fear in his tone as he looked back and took the sight of the pool of blood that was forming around the dead men that was now staining into the dark blue carpets.

"I hope that wasn't expensive those stains aren't coming out anytime soon." Mark muttered out before smiling as he noticed that the leg of one of the Merryweather soldiers was twitching almost like that of a roach or Spider after being stepped on.

"Thanks!" Felix let out as he lifted himself off the ground while looking at Mark closely.

"We're in this war together so we might as well get on the same page and watch each-others back." The Creole retorted while turning his back on the man.

"You say that now but if Merryweather hadn't kidnapped Ana, Alison, or come after you, would you be for helping me us then?" Felix asked with a smug grin while Mark merely chuckled.

"No I wouldn't but at least I'm being honest about it." Mark replied with a hint of venom in his tone as he smiled at Felix who merely gave him an angry expression before watching him walk away.

"They're gonna be regrouping on the second floor to protect James and his wife and while they're doing that we need to sweep every room on the lower level to make sure we don't get hit from behind when we go up the stairs." Mark stated earning a nod from Felix who didn't like following orders from the man but would tolerate him now.

He didn't want to admit it because he didn't want to give him credit but at the end of the day Mark was still a tactical genius when it came to making battle strategies and out thinking the enemy. It was this vision that made him feel safe falling the commands of the man and he would need them here in what he could best describe as the belly of the beast.

While the four men continued to cut through the Merryweather Guards on the second floor of the building in the main office a blonde haired Caucasian man with a military style flattop found himself giving orders over a Walkie Talkie while an elderly Caucasian man in an all-black suit sat back with a much younger blonde haired blue eyed woman.

"Who are these people Ted?" she asked with fear in her voice.

"What are you doing, I pay you people to protect me not sit back here and hide." He yelled out while looking to the blonde-haired.

"Don't worry Mr. James my men are handling the situation right now." He muttered out only to be interrupted by a serious of yells over his Walkie Talkie.

"Seventh's Squads been wiped out!"

"Moran and Doug's units are gone as well."

"Conrad's dead and his unit is being gutted on the front lawn-." the voice over the radio screamed out before the man it belonged to fell with a Shotgun blast to the back of his head that blew off the right side of his face and left him falling forward dripping blood on the floor.

"I think I got the leader." Jimmy screamed out while looking to Lee who was reloading the drum of the AA-12.

"Good with one head gone the rest will fall." Lee yelled out before jumping from cover and firing off three shots from his AA-12 and effectively blowing off the right hand of one man and then finishing him off with a shot to the center of his mouth.

"Goddamn it shoot those motherfuckers." One Merryweather soldier screamed out before he was hit in the right cheek courtesy of Jimmy who watched him fall into the bushes spitting up teeth, parts of his tongue, and moaning out in pain.

Before the redheaded man could celebrate though he felt a sharp pain in his side before looking up an noticing a Merryweather soldier armed with an FN FAL Battle Rifle firing at him causing him to run for cover before jumping through one of the man windows of the mansion and landing in the kitchen with a loud groan.

"Shit!" Lee yelled out before following Jimmy through the glass while the mercenaries regrouped around them.

"Get them!" one man screamed out before he moved to jump through the window only to be hit once in the right leg courtesy of Lee who'd grabbed Jimmy by his arm and pulled him out of the kitchen and then shutting the door behind him.

"I said get in there!" yelled out another soldier as he and the remaining mercenaries entered the kitchen with their weapons raised before rushing for the door only to slip on a strange yellow liquid that was covering the floor.

"Did one of those pricks piss themselves?" asked the man with the FN FAL before he got a clear look at the substance and realized that it was too thick to be piss and when realization finally hit him what it was he could only go wide eyed as Lee stood outside of the door to the kitchen with a match in his hand.

"SHIT GET-!" he started before Lee dropped the match at the edge of the door and igniting the yellow substance with the mercenaries still standing in it and causing them to become engulfed in the flames.

As the kitchen was then filled the sound of screams and banging on the door Lee merely looked over to Jimmy who was slowly standing up with a slight pain in his side.

"You good to keep going?" he asked while the man merely nodded his head before loading a fresh magazine into his Rifle.

"Goddamn it where is that motherfucker?" yelled out a Merryweather Guard as he and three others searched the various rooms in the lower levels for any signs of Mark who had found himself a hiding spot and had turned off the lights to each of the rooms.

"Look!" one of the men whispered out causing the others to each turn their heads and notice the barrel of Mark's M249 sticking out from behind an overturned table.

"We got you motherfucker!" one of the men yelled out as they each raised their Rifles only for Mark jump from a nearby closet with his Combat Knife and M1911 drawn.

The closest Merryweather Agent didn't stand a chance as Mark stabbed him in the right shoulder with enough force that the blade actually went out the man's arm and split the artery under his armpit.

"Shit!" the other three each screamed out as they tried to shoot at Mark who merely lifted his M1911 and fired off a series of shot that hit one man three times in the chest and another twice in the neck.

"Damnit!" the last man screamed out as the blood from his comrade squirted out and hit him in the face and mouth before he was tackled by Mark and knocked to the ground.

"Don't worry you won't be needing to wipe your eyes ever again." The Creole screamed out before he dug his fingers into the man's eyes causing him to let out a sickening scream as Mark's nails penetrated his eyes and pushed them further into his skull until he finally went limp.

"Piece of shit!" he whispered out before standing up and spitting on the corpse of the man before hearing the cocking of a gun behind his head.

"Drop your weapons and get on your knees or I put a bullet in her head." His words drew a slight chuckle from Mark who kept his gaze away from the man.

If he thought, he could get him to submit with the life of someone he didn't give a shit about he had another thing coming.

But as Mark turned the side of his head around, he couldn't help but to go wide eyed as he noticed the man was holding a redheaded woman in his arms with a gun to the side of her head. He couldn't make out the woman's face, but the physical frame and hair seemed so much like Allison that Mark was left stunned for a few seconds.

"Please!" the woman groaned out as the man kept his arm tightly around her neck restricting her breathing and causing her to somewhat cough.

The sight of which seemed to sharpen the gaze of Mark who eyed the man with daggers while he continued to yell at him to, "BACK UP!".

His words went on deaf ears though as Mark whipped around and fired a single shot from his M1911 causing the woman to close her eyes in fear and anticipation for the sharp pain of a bullet but instead the feeling of the man's powerful arms pressing against her windpipe actually faded and the warmth of his body dissipated as he fell back onto the ground with a loud thud.

As the woman moved to look behind herself she quickly realized that the man was now lying flat on his back with smoke coming out of his mouth from where Mark's bullet had went into his mouth and blew out the back of his head.

After a few seconds of staring at the lifeless Merryweather Guard Rachel quickly turned her head back to the masked man in front of her and noticed that he was now standing just a few inches away from her and was looking down at her.

The sight of him seemed to cause her heart to beat much faster as she looked up into his sharp yet hungry eyes that were hidden behind the painted mask he wore and the skull with a hole that was spray painted on his chest.

Before she could move to walk away from him, she was caught off-guard as the man wrapped her into his arms, causing her to fight back, and then wrestle her against his chest into what she quickly realized that he wasn't trying to attack her but instead he was trying to hug her.

As that realization set in she slowly started to stop fighting him as he pressed her harder against his chest in move that left her shocked and stunned. This feeling only magnified as she heard him whisper the phrase "I missed you" soothingly into her ear causing her to go wide eyed before moving to hug him back.

She didn't know what was going on but she might as well have went along with it.

After a few seconds of hugging the woman he thought was Alison, Mark quickly pulled away from her to get a look at her face but upon doing so he quickly realized that she wasn't the woman he was hoping for.

He'd shut the lights off to get the jump on the Merryweather Agents, and in the darkness, one could easily confuse this woman for Alison. She had the same hair color, physical height, and their bodies were somewhat built alike with this woman being leaner than his FIB love. The biggest difference though that gave them away was their eyes.

Alison had a set of pretty baby blues, but this woman's eyes were a shade of brown that was closer to Mark's own color then hers.

Upon realizing this Mark quickly let the woman go as he felt like the biggest jackass in a room full of rich white people.

"Leave now!" Mark ordered as he pointed to a nearby broken window and watched as the woman ran off with no debate while he shook his head in anger.

"Damnit!" he yelled out with venom in his tone.

While Mark had an internal battle with himself, Felix found himself sitting back in a room where he'd layed his own trap for the several Merryweather soldiers for him.

The group didn't bring anything aside from ammo with them for the mission, but Mark had given them either a Claymore Mine, Flashbang Grenade, Frag Grenade, or a block of C4 to use just in case they got into a tight spot and Felix was glad he'd taken the Claymore Mine.

He wasn't good with truly wiring explosives like C4 or Semtex like Mark, Lee, and Jimmy, but if there was one thing, he was a master at using it was a Claymore Mine. It was one of the simplest of explosive devices but did a lot of damage.

It was this same explosive that he'd setup on the otherside of a closet door while he stayed back two rooms down the hall looking out into the hallway through a crack.

"Come on come on!" he whispered out with anticipation filling his voice as he pulled back the slide of his Rifle before watching as a Merryweather Agent grabbed the doorknob before pulling it open.

The resulting explosion and the screams that resulted afterwards brought a wide smile to the face of Felix as he jumped from cover and started opening fire on the group striking one Merryweather Agent that was wiping his eyes once in the neck and then another who'd been knocked to the ground in the top of his head.

There was literally nothing left of the man who'd opened the door and the man nearest him had lost both of his legs and was now screaming out while clutching the nubs where his legs used to be with a pain filled expression on his face.

"Kill that motherfucker!" yelled out a Merryweather Agent before he coughed up a full ounce of blood that came from a internal bleeding after he was thrown chest first against the wall as a result of the explosion.

He didn't get a chance to raise his weapon though as Felix shot him twice in the chest and watched him fall back as the blood squirted upward towards the ceiling.

"Talk about bleeding like a stuffed pig." He whispered out before looking to a Merryweather Agent who'd lost his right arm and leg that was now using his left to try and crawl away.

"There is no escape Puto!" he yelled out before stepping on the stump where the man's right arm used to be.

"You're gonna die for this motherfucker you and your entire family." He yelled out with venom in his tone.

"You already killed Mi Familia!" Felix shouted back before moving to stomp on the man's head until it was a bloody mess. He didn't care if he was hurting his foot in the process either, he just wanted to make the man suffer and bleed the same way they made his mother hurt.

With Felix and Mark distracted, Lee and Jimmy now found themselves in the basement of the Mansion shooting down any Mercenary that followed them down there.

"Shit we gotta hurry." Jimmy yelled out while Lee nodded his head as the duo noticed that the basement doubled as a laundry room as well as wine cellar.

"Rich people man do they really need all this shit?" Lee asked while watching the redhead man walk over to the end of the laundry room where they noticed the Fuse-Box that was resting next to the rather large Hot Water Tank.

"Isn't that like a safety hazard or something?" Jimmy asked while Lee nodded his head.

"These rich fucks care about there house looking nice not if it's up to code." The Chinese man retorted as he moved for the Fuse-Box and tried to pry it open only to notice that it was on a lock.

"So much for shutting off the lights." Lee spoke out before the duo heard a crashing sound at the door that kept them apart from the Merryweather Agents.

"I got an idea." The redheaded man spoke out before smashing one of the brass pipes of the Hot Water Tank.

"Dude are you trying to fucking kill us?" Lee asked before watching as the pipe came off and Jimmy merely nodded his head before pulling out his Frag Grenade.

"You may want to find the other way out of here." Jimmy let out with venom in his tone just before the duo was interrupted by gun shots in the distance as the Merryweather Agents blasted into the doorway.

"What's happening out there where are the police." Ted James asked with venom in his tone as he approached the blonde-haired Merryweather Agent.

"Sir trust me everything is under- BOOOM!"

The explosion was deafening, earth shaking, and seemed to drown out everything that was making a sound at the exact same time as it. The force also knocked everyone on the second floor off their feet while those outside of the mansion watched with wide eyes as a large section of the Right Wing of the house was now a flaming wreckage of rubble that was either burning on the ground or falling back down to the earth like rain.

There was also sparks flying from the wreckage as well as the power in the house was then immediately shut off from the damage to the fuse box.

"What the fuck was that?" asked James as he looked to the blonde-haired man who was trying to raise any of his troops on the second floor but only received static.

"They cleared the lower levels and cut the power, so unless the police come here in say two minutes, they're gonna be regrouping and coming straight for us." He replied with fear in his tone.

"Then do something." The woman retorted with fear of her own in her tone as she eyed the man who looked to five of his soldiers and gave them a simple order, "Get the Browning!".

The sound of both Lee and Jimmy coughing is what helped Mark and Felix find the duo as they noticed them crawling from under the rubble of a room whose walls had been knocked down from the force of the explosion.

"You two alright?" Mark asked while helping them both up to their feet and noticing them continuing to cough.

"Never better the powers off." Jimmy retorted.

"Yeah and Manfred's Jammer should still be stopping the nearest police station from getting 9-1-1 calls but I doubt they didn't hear that explosion." Felix retorted while Mark nodded his head.

"All the more reason for us to get moving." Mark replied as he loaded a fresh magazine into his Light Machine Gun before leading the group back into the main entrance and up the stairway where they noticed that everything appeared clear.

As they slowly started to make their way down the hall though they had to immediately recoil as a series of .50 Caliber Bullets came flying their way as the remaining Merryweather Mercenaries stood outside of the main entrance to the second floor office as the final stand.

"Motherfuckers." Said Mark as he took off his shoe and tossed it into the open and watched as it was cut to shreds by the powerful rounds. "They got that thing angled in the right spot so that we can't put any real fire on it." He stated while the group each looked to him.

"They're getting desperate then, my guess is they're just waiting for the police as of this point." Jimmy pointed out while Mark nodded his head.

"Or calling for Merryweather backup." Felix added while Mark nodded his head.

"Keep them distracted I got an idea." Mark replied before moving to run away from the group.

"What the fuck is he about to do." Felix asked while looking to the duo who merely shook their heads.

Los Santos

The sound of shuffling footsteps filled the mind of Daniel Percival as he found himself walking down the hallway of Merryweather's Corporate Headquarters in Downtown Los Santos with a rather serious look on his face that was fading with each step he took towards his brother's office.

It didn't take long for the news of what happened at Camp Broke Jaw to spread across the country like a wildfire. The news proclaimed it as a terrorist attack against the Security Company as a rather violent protest for their actions in the Middle East.

But he and his brothers knew the truth. Merryweather wasn't under attack by terrorist they were under attack by the Internal Affairs Agency, or the IAA, and a group of juveniles who were being led by people he had to admit were becoming more of a pain in his ass then he originally thought.

He didn't know who this Marcus Roman was, where he got his training, or what branch of military he severed with, and would hide his military records but he could assume the man must have been a Navy Seal of some sort of Special Operations Commando who got mixed up with a street gang.

As the man entered the main office his quickly noticed his older brother sitting behind his desk with a rather stern serious look on his face. It was the same look their father used to give them when they were growing up and whereas he never mastered the facial expression his brother Don did and with his already imposing sadistic demeanor it just made everything worse for him.

"Take a seat Dan!" the CEO spoke out earning a nod from the man as he moved to take a seat across from his brother. "You comfortable?" he asked.

"As comfortable as I can be in times like this." He replied while trying to keep his anger in check.

"That's good at least you can feel something." Don interjected while nodding his head. "I've got over five hundred dead soldiers that aren't feeling anything because of you and my wife is as cold as ice to me right now." He added while the man nodded his head.

"I had no idea who those women were when my men kidnapped them." He replied.

"You keep saying your men, but I think you mean my men. You have a share in the company and have control of a few of my units but at the end of the day they're all mine." Don retorted earning an angry expression from his brother.

"These motherfuckers raped and killed my daughter, your niece, don't you think we deserve our revenge?" he asked with a venom in his tone.

"From what I've been hearing you've exacted your revenge on the men who raped and killed your daughter and now you just want everyone who was there and everyone close to them." Don stated while his brother remained silent.

"I want them to suffer the way I suffered." He replied.

"And your quest for revenge has led to a sizeable loss to my company, the kidnapping of my daughter, and the destruction of our largest base in North America." He retorted with venom in his tone.

"And what all have you done to them?" he asked.

"I opened the doors to negotiation…I want the men who killed my daughter and everyone who made her disappear from me." He stated with venom in his tone. "We have two of what they want, now we can get your daughter back and one of them." He added while the Merryweather CEO nodded his head before the sound of a knock at his door caused him to lift his head.

"Sir we have a situation." The female receptionist called out to both men's confusion.

Sunbelt City

"Damn it!" Felix screamed out as he ducked for cover after narrowly avoiding a series of shots from the Heavy Machine Gun that would have completely gutted him.

"Shit we've been at this shit for almost five minutes, we're gonna run out of bullets before the feds even get here." The man of Quechan descent yelled out while Lee and Jimmy provided him with covering fire.

"Mark's got a plan let him do it." Lee replied while Felix gave a loud scoff.

"Oh yeah and what's his-!" he started before another explosion caught them all off-guard followed by a series of screams as they noticed a large hole open up under the feet of the men manning the Machine Gun and then watching as they all inside before being completely covered in the rubble.

"What the fuck was that?" Felix asked as the group watched as Mark walked up from behind them with a smile on his face.

"Shit I was off by a few feet." Mark replied to the group's confusion.

"You put C4 directly under them?" Jimmy asked while Mark nodded his head with a smile. "Smart plan brother!" he added with a smile.

"Let's do this." Mark spoke out while loading a fresh magazine into his M1911 then kicking in the door to the room where the group was met by a series of screams and gunfire from inside.

Unknown Location

It must have been a full ten minutes before the guard that was keeping watch over the hallway had walked away giving Alison the chance to make her way down the hall.

It had been about thirty minutes since she'd escaped her cell and so far she hadn't been spotted and the alarm hadn't been raised that she'd escaped.

At least to her knowledge.

As she continued to move down the hallway of whatever building she was in she couldn't help but to think about Ana and where she might be located or if she was even still here. She wanted to find her, but she knew that she needed to find an exit and a way out of this place before she left.

After another few minutes of turning corners for what felt like forever she was stopped though as she noticed two Merryweather guards talking to each other before cocking their guns and running off.

"Shit!" she whispered to herself before feeling a hand on her shoulder causing her to slowly turn around and notice a familiar dark-haired Caucasian man standing behind her with a smile on his face.

"I got something to show you, but you missed the turn to my office." He said with a wide smile that seemed to leave Alison frozen in fear. "Now come on it's really important for the both of us and I got other important things to handle." He replied before moving to turn and walk away while Alison continued to eye him.

Things then seemed to slow down for her and two human instincts of survival were beginning to run through her mind. Fight or Flight. She could fight and try to kill this guy whose a trained soldier or test her luck by running away from him and pray that he doesn't shoot her.

The more she weighed her options though she decided to do another human instinct of survival that most people didn't know…obey.

She followed him to his office which was a rather large room up a flight of stairs in the maze that was the building and took a seat across from him before watching him move over to a desk and pour a drink into a glass.

"I admire that you tried to escape, it shows that you're still somewhat mentally there. After a few days of being here most people would just shut the door." He replied with a chuckle before walking over to the woman and putting the glass in front of her with a smile.

"Where's Ana?" she asked earning a chuckle from the man.

"Now I can see you don't like being here, so let me get to the chase." He stated before walking over to his computer turning it around to face the woman.

As she looked at the screen she noticed a video playing of four armed gunmen shooting it out with security guards in what could be guessed as a rather luxury mansion.

As she got a good look at each men she quickly realized which one was Mark because he was wearing the same vest with the painted skull that he wore the day she and Ana was taken. The other two she figured were Lee and Jimmy from the weapons they were carrying and but she couldn't guess who the last man was.

After watching a few minutes of the video it shifted to a camera in a bedroom with a man armed with a Pistol standing guard over an elderly man and a much younger woman. As the door was kicked open by Mark she watched as the man with the Pistol shot him once in the vest causing him to stumble back before Lee shot him in the center of the head with the Shotgun and blowing his brains all over the walls.

Jimmy and the second man then secured the elderly man and woman and forced the man down onto his knees in front of the camera while Mark moved to stand over him with his knife drawn the man screamed and begged for his life.

Then to her shock Mark then took off his mask to reveal his face along with Lee, Jimmy, and then the last who shocking to Alison revealed himself to be Felix. All of people she assumed that it may have been Task or even Buck, but not the man of Quechan descent especially with how much he and Lee hated each other.

Then in a bloody display of gore Mark raked his knife across the man's throat and spilled his blood onto the table while the woman sat back screaming before Jimmy hit her over the head and knocked her out. Then in a move that Alison would never expect, the Roman pulled the US Flag off a pole and stuck the body of the elderly on the pole followed by his head.

"It seems your boyfriend is fighting hard for you and is really fucking people up along the way." The man stated with venom in his tone as he looked to Alison before showing her videos of the group attacking Camp Broke Jaw, kidnapping Percival's daughter, the shooting at the Warehouse, and a few more videos.

"The IAA is fighting hard to get your friend back, but that one and his friends are fighting hard for you and they've cost this company a lot of money and soldiers just for you." He stated with a smile. "You can't imagine the look on my bosses face when he saw this video."

"What do you want?" Alison asked while the man merely took a seat across from her.

"For this war to end…peacefully and I feel like you can help me with that." He replied while Alison gave him a confused expression.

Sunbelt City

The had already risen on this new day in New Arcadia as Mark found himself walking through the front door of his Downtown Loft with a serious look on his face that soon faded as he was greeted by a familiar voice after closing the door.

"Late night!" the voice asked causing him to turn his head and notice the familiar blonde haired woman sitting on the couch with a rather serioius look on her face and her arms folded across her chest.

"Morning Brooke!" he greeted before moving to walk over to the couch.

"You could have told me you were leaving last nigh." She stated while Mark merely shook his head at her response.

"Better if you didn't know, keeps you from worrying so much." He replied.

"Well I was worrying all night…I didn't get any sleep." She replied while Mark remained silent before dropping the bag with his M249 Light Machine Gun on the floor.

"I saw the news!" she started before while he continued to take off his bulletproof vest before looking down at his shoeless foot and moving his toes. "So I'm not gonna ask you about what you did last night…but I think it's appropriate if I ask are you okay?" she asked while contining to watch the man.

"Yeah…just a few bumps and bruises but I'm fine and so is everyone else." He retorted while the woman nodded her head before moving to stand up.

"Well I guess I'll make breakfast." She replied while Mark merely chuckled.

"Nah I'll handle breakfast I got a really big appetite right now." He replied while moving to take a seat on the couch.

"If I'm gonna be living here I might as well show my appreciation." She interjected with a smile while moving into the kitchen just as Mark took a seat on the couch.

He'd come here with Marrick hours before the meeting with the Rifa's and discovered that Brooke was living in his loft. She claimed that her roommate hadn't payed her half of the rent and their landlord kicked them out and she found refuge here. He didn't question her story, what he did question was how she knew about this place. It was a secret even only a handful of his Milita members knew about its whereabouts, so how does Brooke whose really only friend amongst the men was her boyfriend Ryan know about this place.

He would have pondered it more, but he overspent himself these last few hours and needed to rest.

Elsewhere

The sound of the front door opening startled Ernesto, Adahy, and Loka who quickly rose from their various seats in the living room and watched with mixed expressions as Felix walked into the living room with a rather serious look on his face and some blood on his clothing and face.

"It's not mine!" The man of Quechan descent greeted as he dropped the sack with his H&K416 on the floor. He managed to keep the group from asking him about the weapon, but he had a feeling Mark knew he was taking it what he didn't know though was Mark truly didn't care about the Rifle.

The group had stolen a shit ton of guns from the Merryweather base so what was one gun they'd taken when they first arrived in New Arcadia year ago.

"We saw the news and know whose blood is it." Ernesto retorted. "You do know there's gonna be a lot of blowback since you killed one of the richest men in the country." He stated while watching the man walk to the bathroom.

"Wouldn't be the first." Felix retorted.

"He shouldn't have been anything but another rich Gringo and you shouldn't have gone with them." Loka shouted out while Felix turned on the water and started to wash the blood from his body.

"I need to avenge my mother and killing Merryweather Vatos is the way to do that and I don't like sitting and waiting for them to come for me." He stated while the trio went silent at hus response. "It's like you said Ernesto, if we want to stand a chance against this threat we need to be a unified force and I don't like Mark or Lee, but if they can help me get my revenge…I'll tolerate them." He finished before finally cleaning himself and shutting off the water.

"And right now all of BSU are in hiding between New Arcadia, Red Stick, Sunbelt, and Blackwater. Merryweather has no idea where they are between these four cities…but they know where we are and they're calling in reinforcements." He stated while Ernesto looked at him angrily.

"So they're coming here?" Ernesto asked.

"I don't know, but we need to be ready just in case." he spoke out before walking out if the bathroom and leaving the group to themselves.

New Arcadia

The song Bullet with Butterfly Wings blared loudly over the stereos of the familiar club in the 17th Ward as Marrick found himself walking through the front door with one of his soldiers referred to around the hood as Rex after.

He was a rather fair skinned man of an African American father and white mother. He had his father caramel complexion but his mothers baby blue eyes with short black hair that was hidden under a black hoodie, green cargo pants, and black boots.

Unlike most gangsters from New Arcadia the man was known because he didn't wear flashy clothes, drive flashy cars, or even sag his pants or speak in slang. He was product of the U.S. Marine Corp and because of that he wasn't very liked by many of the gangsters or drug dealers in the hood unless they were in a gunfight with their backs to the wall. He did have the respect and friendship of Mark though who would often talk to the man.

As the duo walked into the back office they quickly noticed a famiiar blonde-haired man sitting and talking with an African American woman and an Irish and Japanese woman who were all sitting around a desk.

"Does nobody guard that door?" Link asked with anger in his tone.

"Ain't nobody gonna guard my ass white boy." Marrick retorted as he approached the desk and looked to Link and Courntney. "Where is my brother and the rest of them cats?" he asked in a stern tone.

"Mark, Lee, Jimmy, and Task are all still in Sunbelt while-." Link started before Marrick cut him off.

"Still I thought them niggas left that bitch?" he asked with venom in his tone.

"More Merryweather Mercs are touching down tonight in the city and they've got Mark's full attention right now." Link retorted.

"Right they got his full attention but some fucking Neo-Nazi's come into my hood. Kill my nigga and his brother at they fucking Baptism and that shit's alright." Marrick yelled out.

"It ain't like that Marrick." Courtney responded.

"Then what is this shit then, you ain't got to worry about hood shit no more since my brother gave you this shit. So what is this shit then?" he asked with venom in his tone while the group remained silent.

"We have a truce rthat's been working out with the Dixie Mafia and trying to reach out to them is…complicated." Link replied.

"Then I guess you coming with us to uncomplicate the shit then white boy." Marrick replied earning a confused look from Link.

"What why me?" he asked with a raised brow.

"So you can run that silver fucking tongue of yours and get them motherfuckers to give me names." He yelled out before grabbing the Caucasian man by his arm and pulling him away while the three women looked on with wide eyes.

"I'll make sure he's alright…better then just sitting here." Said Nikki as she looked to Jen and Courntey who merely shook their heads at the Irish woman.

Sunbelt City

The sound of his room creaking open is what caused Task to lift his head up in anticaption for the Chinese man, but instead he was greeted by a familiar woman of Argentian descent looking back at him with an emotionless look on her face.

"It's about time you woke up." She greeted before moving to take a seat next to the man.

"Surviving a shot from a missile requires great rest afterwards." He replied with a slight chuckle.

"So you remember the missile…what else do you remember?" she asked with a raised brow.

"In truth I didn't remember the missiles until Lee told me." He replied while rubbing the back of his head. "Everythings really a blur I remember fighting Ivan, him holding you hostage, and then the Attack Choppers but not much else after that." He stated before looking back at her.

"Well you saved my life…three times to be exact." She let out while Task looked away from her.

"I wasn't just gonna let you die." He retorted while the woman chuckled.

"You got a crush on me or something?" she asked causing the Lakota to blush before she interrupted him. "Don't answer that, I don't want to know the answer to it." She interjected while Task merely nodded his head.

"Can you move?" she asked causing Task to slowly roll over in his bed to turn to face her with a slight smile on his face.

"Yeah I'm good!" he replied with a smile earning a nod from the woman.

"Good!" she replied before moving and punching the man square in the mouth and causing him to fall back on the bed.

"OW!" he screamed out while clutching his nose.

"What the fuck was that for?" he asked with venom in his tone.

"For not listening to me when I told you to shoot that fucking Russian." She yelled out with anger in her tone.

"Good next time I'll let him kill you." He shot before letting out a loud squeal of pain as the woman punched him in the chest and knocked him back before crawling on top of the man and then pressing her lips to his own.

Meanwhile

The song Delirium by Mass Sky Raid blared loudly over the radio for the youngest Roman as he found himself sitting leaning against the kitchen cabinet eating a breakfast that consisted of a Shrimp, Ham, Spinach, and Bacon omelete with a side of Basil.

It wasn't what he originally wanted but he didn't want the shrimp to go to waste and, despite it being just an idea in his head, turned out rather well and seemed to be something he had to have someone else try for a second opinion.

Brooke was still in the shower so she hadn't been able to eat, but he was willing to cook up another one just so she could have a fresh one and give him her opinion.

Just as Mark went to take another bite out of the omelette though he caught the familiar sound of a doorknob turning that caused him to lift his head with a raised brow before looking to the living room door and slowly reaching behind his back for his M1911.

He didn't know who was at the door, but he wasn't taking any chances especially with Brooke's life being just as endangered by his prescene.

As he moved closer to the door though he watched with sharp eyes as it swung open and a familiar African Amercian woman and Caucasian man stood on the otherside with a smiles on their faces that quickly faded upon seeing Mark standing before them with a gun pointed at them.

"JESUS CHRIST MARK!" Tasha screamed out with fear in her tone before Mark lowered his weapon and moved to push past her and Ryan to look outside the hallway.

"You trying to give us a hard attack man?" he asked while Mark circled the duo closely.

"No but I'm curious how you found this place and what you're doing here?" the Creole asked with venom in his tone.

"What are we doing here the real question is what the hell are you doing here?" Tasha asked with venom in her tone.

"This is my apartment, I'm the one who pays the bills here and I made sure nobody knew about it so tell me how do you know about it?" he asked while appraoching the duo.

"You mentioned this place once before to me in the past. You said you came here to avoid people." Tasha declared while Mark eyed her closely.

He didn't know if she was lying or not but it would make sense if he did tell her this at the time they were together.

"Okay then why are you here?" he asked while eyeing the duo closely without noticing Tasha look over to the kitchen and notice two plates sitting on the table.

"Not trying to see you and whatever girl you're screwing." The woman replied earning a low growl from Mark.

"Baby please…let me talk to Mark alone." Ryan let out to the confusion of the woman and the Creole who both sent him looks before Tasha sent another look to Mark who merely gave her a low growl before watching her walk off.

"I see you've started to grow your own brass." Mark replied while eyeing the man angrily.

"Look I'm gonna be straight with you because I'm desperate." He started while Mark raised his eye at him.

"It's been hard for us since we got exiled from BSU and it's even harder finding a job when you're listed as a gang leader apparently." Ryan started while Mark nodded his head and folded his arms over his chest while he was listening to Ryan though he failed to notice Tasha as she walked out of the living room and down the hallway into the bedroom where whoever was in the shower was still showering.

"Money's been tight and my parents aren't really giving me much help after all the shit that went down between us years ago." He continued as Mark looked away from him, Tasha finished going through his pockets and managed to pull out his credit card before looking back to the bathroom and opening the door with a slight creek and saw the figure of a Caucasian woman in the shower.

"So why are you here?" the Creole asked with a raised brow.

"Tasha remembered you mentioned this place was where you would go if things got too hot for you and she figured there must have been money or even guns I could probably sell here. We don't have power back at our apartment and they're threatening to throw us out." He replied earning a chuckle from Mark.

His grandmother always taught him never wish harm on others but hearing Ryan's situation right now brought a smile to his face. He wished him and Tasha all the darkness in the world when he found out about them and to find out that they were literally living in the dark was hilarious to him.

"Since you're here though I figure I might as well be straight with you and ask you for the money." He replied while Mark let out a deep laugh.

"So let me get this straight I save your lives multiple times and you come here with the intent of robbing me. Now you're begging me for money, why would I help either of you?" Mark asked with anger in his eyes.

"Because you two may act like you hate each other but at the end of the day Mark, you still love Tasha and I know for a fact that she still loves you." He stated while Mark continued to eye him closely. "You may hate me and you may hate the two of us being together but I know you hate to see her suffer." He added while Mark remained silent for a few seconds.

"You don't need to grovel for his money baby." Tasha yelled out as she walked back into the living room and looked to the two men. "We'll get it from Brooke." She replied to the confusion of Mark and the shock of Ryan at her statement.

"If the middle man is working for us so far why should we cut it out now." She added while Ryan shook his head at her statement.

"The fuck are you talking about?" Mark asked with a hint of venom in his tone.

"Like he said Mark we both still care for each other, I wouldn't call it love but we still care for each other. Brooke on the other hand…still has undying love for Ryan and thinks she can win him back by doing whatever the fuck he says." She stated while Mark eyed her closely.

"She doesn't get a sex, a kiss, or even a hug but if Ryan calls her up and tells her that she needs money…she'll give her last just to give it to him." Tasha finished while approaching Mark who looked to Ryan who looked up at the doorway where they noticed the familiar blonde-haired woman standing in the doorway with tears beginning to form in her eyes.

"Mark!" she called out while the man kept his gaze away from her.

"Oh so now I see how you get him to give you money you sleep with him on the side." Tasha screamed out while Mark remained silent.

"It's not like that!" Brooke shot back.

"Oh it's not like that…right I guess Mark wouldn't screw someone like you. I mean you were terrible with Ryan so what makes you think you're any better now and you're not pretty enough to give Mark a hard on espeically one like I gave him." Tasha started causing Brooke to recoil.

"Face it Brooke you're nothing more then an ugly side bitch who thinks-." Tasha started only to be cut off as Mark slammed his fist against the coffee table and got the attention of everyone.

"GET OUT!" he ordered looking to both Tasha and Ryan who both sent him mixeds looks before walking out the front door with different expressions on each of their faces.

As Mark continued to look to the door he couldn't help but to give a low growl before hearing Brooke tear up, run off, and back into the room where she shut and locked the door.

"Damn it!" he muttered under his breath before taking a seat back on the couch.

With everything Tasha had just told her, everything now seemed to make more sense. Brooke getting kicked out of her apartment, living in his loft, and just about everything else that happened to him. It all came slamming into him like a freight train.

Chester Parish, Louisiana

The song Speed it Up by Gunna blared loudly over the speakers of the dark blue Buccaneer as it roared down the long stretch of road in the neighboring mostly rural Chester Parish. The parish was the fifth most populous in the state, but in a state with a population of less then five million that wasn't saying a lot.

It was also just like any other Parish to Link and Nikki who found themselves sitting in the backseat of the car while Marrick and Cide sat in the front the latter was sitting in silence while the former was bumping his head to the music.

"You hear that, that's real music my nig." The Roman yelled out while looking back to Link.

"Sounds the same as any other rap song to me bro. It's always getting money, getting more money, my money is better then yours, my car is better then yours, my girl is better then yours but I don't love her, or my personal favorite I got females but they're absent from the music video." Link stated earning a slight chuckle from Rex who couldn't help but to laugh at the man's remark.

"That's all life is really, what's better?" he asked while looking back to Link.

"An actual story, real problems, and not the problems whose bullshit I can't relate to." Link shot back.

"That's because you white you don't relate to nigga's from the hood." Marrick shot back.

"What's Mark's excuse then?" he asked with a raised brow.

"That nigga on some other level shit bro. He from New Arcadia, grew up in Dockington, been all over the south into the some of the best music cities in the country and he gets his shit off in a fucking moshpit." Marrick shot back.

"Actually Mark avoids the moshpit for good reason…we don't like being hit with spin kicks." He retorted with a slight smile.

"What's the point of going to a concert if you're not in the moshpit?" Nikki asked with a raised brow. "Knocking pricks out is the best part." She added while Link and Marrick both shook their heads at her.

"What is this place you're dragging us to anyway?" she asked while looking to the Roman.

"Just for the record I didn't invite your ass." He pointed out earning a middle finger from the Irishwoman.

"She's got a point thought Marrick." Link shot back while sending Middle Roman a look before he nodded his head.

"Manchesterville!" Marrick retorted to the confusion of Nikki while Link raised his brow at him.

"Mark's mentioned that place before. He said it gives the realest of Shitholes a bad name." Link pointed out while Marrick nodded his head.

"He ain't lying either. My mom's used to tell me stories about that place, it's a two hour drivw but a hundred years behind the rest of the world." Marrick replied with a hint of venom in his tone. "They don't like niggas there unless they swabbin out the toilet, sweepin the floors, or steppin off the curb to let the white man pass." He added while both Nikki and Link sent him looks.

"The Klan's alive and kicking there. Call themselves the Supreme Order of Caucasian Klansmens." He replied while Nikki looked at him with a raised brow.

"SOCK!" she whispered out after reading the acrynomn.

"You and they'll sock you good in the mouth out there." Rex spoke out while Link gave a raised brow at the man's response.

"I guess they're gonna love you two out there." She retorted while looking to the two men with smiles.

"If it's that bad why are we going out there." Link asked with a raised brow.

"The motherfuckers that killed my homie were White Supremacist but niggas also say them bitches came in with some Satanic bullshit. That rules out them being apart of the Klan because to them fucks God is good always and forever, they ain't Dixie Mafia either because they ain't pulling shit like that, so that only leaves the AV and if they AV them Dixie niggas and the Klan will give they ass up." Marrick retorted while Link gave him a raised brow.

"Why would they do that?" he asked while Marrick chuckled.

"There's always been a barrier for fucking white people in this goddamn state." Marrick retorted. "In the late fucking 90's the fucking Grand Wizard of the Klan for Governor of this place." He pointed out while Link nodded his head.

"Bitch as nigga didn't win but at the end of the day we saw a true divide in fucking white people here." He added while looking in the rearview mirror at Link and Nikki. "He was a WASP, White Anglo Saxon Protestant who came from money because of his dad. The same goes for most of the niggas in the Klan down here, they come from money and that motherfucker wasn't even born here. Creole and Cajuns though…they the real people of this fucking state and most of them dirt fucking poor, Catholic, and hate people not from here coming here telling them what to do."

"The Dixie Mafia a lot of them niggas follow the same beliefs of the Klan but they'll put that shit aside for money anyday and most of them niggas Creole or Cajuns here." He continued.

"The AV though, the Klan and Dixie might work for them in prison but down here they seen as fake. They work with Mexicans, they call themselves Aryans yet allow Jews, members marry non-whites, and as of now allow Satanist." Marrick pointed out while loooking back at the road. "If they AV someone would have had to serve with them and they'll give us them to clear their names of another Hate Crime." He finished while Link and Nikki continued to remain silent.

After a few more minutes of driving the group found themselves driving over a railroad passing just as an all-black pickup truck came speeding up behind them.

"Hey!" Rex whispered out while looking to Marrick as they all heard the loud hum of the trucks engine as the driver started to swerve behind them. "What's his game?" he asked while looking back with Link and Nikki.

"Pass me stupid." Marrick yelled out signalling with his hand.

Just as the truck came speeding around them the group noticed a Caucasian man with long blonde hair hidden under a black beanie sticking his head out the window and smiling at them. "The fuck?" Link asked before the group watched as the man stuck his head out the window of the vehicle and spit out a large clump of tobacco onto Marrick's windshield.

"Oh hell no!" he screeched out before turning the wheel and slamming into the side of the truck with enough force to nearly knock it off the road.

As he went in to make another slam though the truck merely flew past him and left his car behind.

"Motherfuckers!" the middle born Roman screamed out with venom in his tone.

"Well I can see they're neighborly." Link pointed out with a slight smile while Marrick turned on the windshield wippers and started to clean the spit.

After a few more minutes of driving the group had finally managed to arrive in the small town that to both Lee and Rex seemed almost like it was ripped straight from a 1960's brouchure. The streets were just as decadent as Marrick had mentioned and the clothing the people wore didn't seem to help in any regards.

"This seems like a good plan but how are we gonna get an audience with the Grand Wizard himself?" Link asked just as Marrick parked his car in front of the towns city hall.

"We make our prescence known." The middle Roman muttered out as he turned on the song Every Diss by B Will and quickly sat back in his seat while the Caucasian people walking by merely gave him passing glances.

North Sunbelt City

The continued news report of what happened to Ted James seemed to be the only news that was broadcasting across the state of New Austin. At least that's what it seemed like to Robert Brady as he sat back in a reclining chair watching the news.

He was a rather young male at the age of twenty-five with short black hair, dark black eyes, with some facial hair already showing, and a somewhat warm demanor who was a native to Sunbelt. He was a recent member to BSU, though he did hang with many of their members while he was in college in Dockington City.

He had come back to the city to be closer to home a week ago. He had heard stories about Mark while he was in Capital City and most seemed to be mixed. Some called him a good friend and strong leader while others saw him as a cancer that would be the end of the group.

It wasn't long upon coming here that he saw how the atmosphere here was much different then the Chapters he'd been to on the East Coast. BSU here was almost militarized under Mark and Lee, he'd carried guns before but never really had to use one up close until he came here. He was usually the guy with the knife but here everyone had to use a gun and know how to use it.

He didn't understand the concern…until this war with Merryweather kicked off. When he first heard of it, he thought Mark and the others were insane for trying to lead them into a war with Paramilitary group, but to his surprise it seemed to be Mark and his trusted soldiers doing most of the fighting with them only handling things from a defensive prospective.

Still he'd seen a lot of his brothers killed and he had no interest of joining the military in his lifetime but that's what things seemed like for him and many other BSU members now.

"Turn that shit off Brady!" Harvey yelled out causing Brady to turn his way and notice the rather serious look on the bald Caucasian man's face. "Motherfucker had it coming if he was funding Merryweather." He added while looking to the man closely.

"Glad we got Mark, Lee, and Jimmy on our side if they could do all of that damage in just a few short minutes." Mary retorted while looking back at the two men with her long black dreadlocks swinging in the process.

"Yeah those guys are really stirring shit up." Harvey retorted with a wide smile as he found himself rigging up the pieces to make a bomb. "How long before Lee and Jimmy come back and pick up this stuff anyway?" he asked while looking to the woman closely.

"Five minutes if they aren't stopped." She retorted whiel turning around and putting her hands on her hips. "Is it ready?" she added while the man nodded his head.

"Think so, fucking hope so." Harvey shot back before looking to Brady. "You know you should feel lucky Brady you only been with us three weeks and now you're meeting the bosses in person. They're the whole reason I'm here, they helped me get clean." He stated while Brady nodded his head at the man's response.

"They helped all of us get clean…especially Marcus." Mary shot back with a smile on her face. "Can you pass me some gas?" she asked with a smile.

"Sure!" he replied with a gruff tone before moving to grab a canister of Gasoline and walk over to the woman.

"Thanks!" she muttered while moving to pour some Gasoline into a bottle of alcohol in order to make a Molotov. "I guess Marcus is a legend in Dockington as well huh?" she asked earning a nod from the man.

"Yeah he's famous in all the right and wrong ways." He replied while the woman chuckled.

"Yeah he can rub some people the wrong way but trust me he's a really good friend here and I'm glad you're here with us now." She replied Brady nodded his head with a smile.

In truth, he didn't really like Harvey, Mary, or any drug addict for the matter. Even if they were clean, once an addict always an addict in his books. Unlike here in Sunbelt and Dockington, the Capital City Chapter of BSU had a zero tolerance for addicts past and current. They wanted to help addicts get clean just like any other chapter, but they drew a line at letting them join.

The more he hung around the duo though the more he saw that they weren't really true members of BSU that guys took seriously. They seemed more like the expendable crash dummies Mark and Lee didn't give a shit about.

For instance, here they were handling materials and components used to make explosives when none of them had any real training doing so and were just following things Mark had written for them in a book. It was only them doing it as well he was sent here to observe and make sure the bombs got made and he wasn't supposed to touch anything.

So either these guys could go up in a violent explosion and nobody would care or they had some value and Mark just didn't show it. The former seemed the best if not only option.

"Guys there's something weird going on, the streets are clear." Said the guy standing next to the window acting as a lookout for the group causing Harvey and Mary to approach him.

"What?" Harvey asked with fear in his tone.

"Is it us?" Mary asked while looking back at Brady with a raised brow.

"Fuck, Lee and Jimmy are gonna be here any minute." Harvey pointed out while Brady looked to the lookout and noticed a red dot on the side of his head.

"IT'S A RAID!" Brady screamed out as a bullet came flying through the window and hit the lookout in the side of his head blowing his brains against the wall and instantly killing him.

"Holy shit!" Mary screamed out as Brady knocked her to the floor along with Harvey just as more bullets came through before finally a Flash Grenade was tossed in through the window.

"Out get out!" Harvey ordered causing Jacob to rush for the door only to be knocked back as it was kicked open and the Grenade went off creating a blinding light and deafening sound.

The last thing he could make out though was a total of three Merryweather Soldiers made their way into the apartment with their weapons raised.

Manchesterville, Louisiana

The sharp pounding in Link's head seemed to be the only thing the man could feel as he found himself sitting handcuffed in the back of a police car with Marrick who was sitting back with a smile on his face.

It didn't take long for someone to finally comfront the group after Marrick had put on the song 69 by Tekashi69. It came in the form of the same two people who spit on his windshield.

After thing were done everything became a blur to the BSU member as he recalled Marrick and Cide fighting it out with the duo before they were each taken down by men armed with baseball bats including himself.

Now he sit in the back of a Sheriff's car with a chuckling Marrick while the blonde haired Caucasian woman sat in the driver seat with a serious look on her face.

"You boys picked the wrong town to come start shit." She let out with a thick Cajun accent. "I guess violence is just in your nature though." She added.

"My nature, you say that like I'm a god damn animal." Marrick shot back with venom in his tone.

"I calls them as a see them." She retorted with a smile before looking over to Link.

"And what's your story son why are you following someone like him around?" she asked while Link chuckled.

"I'm his brother by extension you know once removed and two shades lighter." The BSU member retorted.

"Well ain't that awful. It should be a crime for those monkeys to adopt white babies. Shit will just pollute their mind just like yours." She spoke out while Marrick chuckled.

"Lady my mom wouldn't bring home a stray dog let alone his pasty ass." Marrick shot back with venom in his tone. "And you talk big, but I bet that's because you ain't never got that get right from a real man." He added while the woman chuckled.

"I don't sleep with animals." She retorted with malice in her tone.

"Really could have fooled me, you maybe the Sheriff out here but in the real world, the city where people actually matter, you ain't shit but the only white bitch to get rejected from college." Marrick shot back causing the woman to eye him angrily before slowly starting to laugh.

"You won't be talking so big now but you won't be talking so big once Harken is done with you." She replied while Marrick chuckled.

"Yeah they all say that but it never truly means shit." The Middle Roman retorted with venom in his tone.

Sunbelt City

Things were finally starting to return to Brady as he slowly opened his eyes and realized that he was now sitting handcuffed to one one of the wooden chairs in the apartment living room with Harvey sitting next to him on his right and Mary sitting at his far right both of whom were also handcuffed.

As he moved to get a closer look at the duo he noticed that Mary was still knocked out and Harvey appeared to have been beaten with a swollen bloody left eye and blood covering his shirt.

"You don't tell them anything Brady, ya hear?" Harvey moaned out causing the man to nod his head before the duo watched as the door opened and a Caucasian man with short brown hair carrying a sky blue suitcase.

"Hello thank you for waiting so patiently." He let out while a Merryweather Soldier armed with an M16A2 walked in behind him and stepped aside as he set his suitcase on the table in the room. "We can get started now, and now you can tell me where I can find Marcus Roman." He finished while opening the case and then turning around to point at the trio.

"You're wasting your time here then buddy, Mark left Sunbelt a few hours ago for Blackwater." Harvey stated with venom in his tone but not fooling the interrogator.

"You know I have superpowers?" the Interrogater asked while smiling at Harvey.

"Fuck your powers you pathetic piece of shit." Mary added finally waking up and looking to the man with a scowl on her face.

"Oh…sound like someone needs a demonstration." The Interrogator pointed out with a smile. "I'll show you exactly how powerful I am." He stated while rubbing the woman's chin and causing her to squirm in her chair before slapping her across the face and then stepping back.

"I take my hand like this." He started before putting his right hand into the shape of a gun and pointing it at the head of Mary. "I point!" he added just as Brady noticed the guard who came in with him point his Rifle at the head of Mary as well and then cocking it.

"Mary!" Harvey whispered out with a hint of sadness in his tone.

"And-!" the Interrogator started before trailing off with a sinister smile.

"Do it, you son of a bitch!" she screamed out with anger and fear in her tone at the realization of this being her final moment.

"NO!"

"BANG!"

The Interrogator and the Gunmen seemed to be in synch because just as he said the word the gunmen pulled the trigger and fired a single round into the head of Mary whose neck jerked back before falling forward with her blood spilling from the wound onto her clothes and onto the floor.

"No!" Harvey continued to scream out as Mary's blood painted his shirt, jacket, and the side of his face.

"Ain't that something?" the Interrogator asked with a chuckled while watching Harvey try and break free from his restraints.

"So how about it, are you ready to talk now…hm?" he asked while kneeling down in front of Harvey who remained silent for a few seconds before spitting his blood into the face of the interrogator.

This almost drew a chuckle from Brady before he watched the interrogator reach into the suitcase and pull out a hammer. "I'm getting tired of your bullshit!" he screamed out before hitting Harvey once over the head.

He then followed up with three more hits that caused a rather prominent dent in the side of the man's head before finishing him off with another hit that killed the man and caused his brains to ooze on the floor.

"Start talking…I won't go so easy on you." The Interrogator yelled out before pointing his finger at Brady who watched as the gunmen lifted his weapon and aimed at his head.

Before he could say anything though the sound of Harvey's cellphone ringing quickly got the attention of the Interrogator who moved to pull it off the dead man and look at it.

"Not Marcus but Shen!" he started sending a look to Brady before looking back to the gunmen and then watching as a Shotgun blast went through the door and hit the man in the back blowing out his spine and ribcage and sending it sliding it to the floor.

Then to Brady's shock the door was kicked open and the familiar sight of a Chinese man armed with Sawn-Off Double Barrel Shotgun caused him to go wide eyed.

"Wait…wait!" the Interrogator started before Lee shot him in the ankle with the weapon causing him to fall to the floor screaming in pain while looking up at Lee who was reloading the weapon.

"Fuck you-!" the interrogator started before Lee forever silenced him with a Shotgun blast to the center of his head before moving to the last survivor and moving to untie him.

"Glad you're still in one piece Brady we're getting outta here." He stated before catching the sound of approaching footsteps and then jumping back onto his feet and moving to shut the door and then stand behind it.

As the door came swinging open with two armed Merryweather soldiers coming inside with their weapons raised Brady could feel his heart raise once again and as one of them moved to look behind the door, Brady could see why he was in good hands as he squeezed one of the triggers on the gun and hit the man in the chest before turning it to the next man who knocked it aside with the butt of his Rifle before moving to wrestle the man.

The man outsized the BSU member but Lee had the better leverage and was able to take him off his feet and send him falling back into Brady and knock all three of them down.

As Lee moved to stand back up though he was then hit by a headbutt courtesy of the Mercenary who knocked him back to the ground before drawing his knife, jumping ontop of the man, and then moving to stab him in the head while Lee tried to fight him off.

"Shit!" said Brady as he looked on the floor for something and quickly spotted Harvey's phone resting next to him.

He then used his hand that Lee had managed to free to grab the phone before tossing it at the Mercenary and hitting him in the right eye. Lee then took this momentary distraction to reach over and grab the hammer the interrogator had used to kill Harvey and strike him over the side of the head causing him to fall back before Lee hit him once again in the right eye making him let out a ear churning scream as he reached for his eye and fell back.

Lee then went in for the finishing blow and climbed on top of the man and repeatedly struck him over the head until there was a rather large hole in the side of his head.

"Piece of shit!" the Chinese man muttered out as he slowly rose to his feet and went back to helping Brady before finally freeing the man.

"We gotta go Merryweather is regrouping and coming after us." Lee replied as he helped Brady to his feet and walked out of the room.

Elsewhere

Last night was a long night like never before for Rachel. It was a night like no other and something she was proud to say she survived because most weren't so lucky. The casulty count of the James Mansion Massacre, as the media was calling it, numbered in the hundreds with most of the casulties being Merryweather Security Guards and the rest being those caught in the crossfire.

She was reporter and that meant she knew how to dig up the truth and read between the lines. These lines there seemed to be fuzzy, hazy, and strewed between fact, fiction, and what people wanted the world to think.

She was sent here not only to get a checkup but also to interview some of the survivors of the party. She hated doing this especially with Tracy Tang from Weazel News filling in her spot and hogging her spotlight. The woman wasn't a really journalist and often stretched the truth instead of giving the real story unlike herself.

She would call this mess a random act of violence and a complete clusterfuck then point to the right for everyone to own a gun and looser gun laws as the only solution. Rachel herself didn't have all the answers, but there was one thing she did know and that was Merryweather was at war. She didn't know with who but if one was to look at the patterns of their recent attacks one could see that they were being hit in their own backyards and whoever had a hand in their pocket was being taken out as well.

As she found herself sitting on her laptop looking through recent news reports she couldn't help but to lift her head and notice several well muscled and tattooed men walking around the waiting area wearing nurses scrubs.

"A little to big to be a nurse." She whispered out while noticing that one of the men had a his hair cut into a mohawk with tattoos running down the side of his neck.

As she noticed one of the men break away from the rest of the group she couldn't help but notice as one of the men broke away from the rest and quickly climbed into an elevator.

"Shit!" she whispered out while rising to her feet and then looking to the other men as they started to break away. "This place is about to become a warzone."

No sooner had those words left her mouth the siren from the fire alarm quickly went off throughout the entire building followed by a voice on the P.A. telling everyone to evacuate the building in a calm and ordely fashion.

She doubted this was the work of Merryweather for some of the soldiers before her seemed just as confused as she was but ever the opportunist the groups the group quickly started to make their way through the crowd of people that were pouring out of the hospital and into the streets.

"Shit I think we should go." Said Task after Cheta pulled her lips away from him and rose up to look at the siren.

"You really want to stop all of this?" she asked with a raised brow while moving the hands of the Lakota to her breast.

"I don't want to die in a fire." He replied with a smile.

"It's a big fucking hospital." She shot back with a hint of anger in her tone that soon faded as the duo heard the door to the room open and noticed a rather muscular nurse with a shaved head and tattoos on his arms standing on the otherside with a serious look on his face.

"SHIT!" Task screamed out as he and Cheta watched the man move to draw a Pistol from his pants only to recoil as the Latoka grabbed his tray of food and tossed it at the man and burning him once the hot grits hit his arm.

Cheta was the first to move then as she ran at the man and quickly tried to wrestle the Pistol from his hands only for the Mercenary to punch her once in the mouth and knock her back before Task tackled him to the ground and caused his gun to slide across the floor.

"Stupid fucking bitch!" the Mercenary screamed out as he punched Task in his injured side before throwing two more punches and catching him in the mouth before headbutting him away.

As he went to rise to his feet though he was stopped by three bullets hitting him in the chest and casuign him to fall back clutching his wounds while Task sent a look to Cheta who stood with her Glock 19 raised.

"You brought a gun into a hospital?" he asked.

"When you're a Rifa you bring a gun everywhere." She replied before walking past the dead Mercenary picking up his Pistol and then handing it to the Lakota. "There's probably more where he came from." She added the Lakota nodded his head and checked the gun for bullets.

Then in an instant the lights soon went out in the entire hospital and if the fire alarm didn't get people out of the hospital fast enough the sound of gunfire and the powering being off quickly got them all running four flats.

The same couldn't be said for Rachel though as she slowly and stealthly followed behind the disguised Merryweather soldiers as they walked around the waiting room with mixed looks on their faces.

"What the fuck happened to the lights?" asked one of the men as he approached two more soldiers who merely shook their heads.

"No fucking clue sir." He replied while Rachel sunk further behind one of the seats for cover she didn't go unnoticed though and soon a flashlight from a Shotgun was shining down on her.

"I think you're in the wrong place lady." The Merryweather Agent muttered out earning the attention of the others who quickly started to approach the woman before forcing her to sit in one of the chair.

"The boss doesn't want no witness." One of them spoke out causing the reporter to snap her head up towards them.

"We're a little late for that aren't we." The leader responded with venom in his tone.

"Wait you don't have to kill me." she yelled out with fear in her tone only to go silent as one of the men slapped her across the face with enough force to knock her from the seat.

"You brought this on yourself when you chose to stay instead of go." He shot back while moving to point his Pistol at her head.

As Rachel moved to cover her face with her hands the sound of a gunshot followed by a wet splashing sensation soon hit her, but to her shock she didn't feel any pain. Then as she lifted her head she realized why as the man with the gun to her head stood with a bullet wound in the center of his throat spraying blood onto her before falling back on the floor clutching his throat.

"We're under attack-." Another Merryweather soldier called out as he and the others looked to the door where they noticed a figured wearing a painted bulletproof vest rushing in firing his M1911 like a madman and striking another soldier down with a shot to the side of the head before barrel rolling to take cover.

"He's here, that fuckers here." Rachel heard another man scream out before moving to take cover behind a seat in order to avoid the bullets flying over her head.

"Shit he's got a uh-."another soldier started before Rachel watched as he fell back with what she quickly noticed was an steel bolt sticking out of the center of his head.

"Holy shit!" she whispered out in fear as two more Merryweather Agents fell until there was only one man lefdt armed with an MP7 Submachine Gun.

"Come out and face me motherfucker!" he screamed out before firing a barrage of rounds at the chairs and forcing Rachel further to the floor as she felt the heat of the bullets burn across her body as they tore through the chair. "Fucking mother-!" he started before being hit in the side of the head and forced to fall backwards.

The thumping noise of him hitting the floor seemed to make Rachel scream out as she continued to lower herself to floor in order to not be seen, but this soon faded once she noticed a shadowy figure standing over her.

"You and me gotta stop meeting like this." The voice of the man greeted cauing the woman to snap her head up and notice the familiar painted skull on the bulletproof vest on the man's chest.

"You!" she muttered out while Mark merely cracked his neck before pointing for the door leading into the waiting area.

"Leave now!" he ordered before walking past her while loading another bolt into the Crossbow then slinging it across his back. "I don't here distant footsteps." He screamed ouit causing the woma to run for the door before watching him scoop the MP7 Submachine Gun off the dead mercenary and then make his way for the elevator.

Manchesterville, Louisiana

The once smooth road had quickly turned to gravel causing Marrick and Link's already uncomfortable right to be much worse as the Sheriff drove them off-road into a secluded gated area deep in the woods outside Manchesterville.

"You boys should start pissing your pants now." The woman spoke out while Marrick chuckled.

"I just might gave your lazy ass something to clean up." He retorted just as the woman pulled the car up to a barn before stepping out then unlocking the doors for the duo.

"Oh shit!" Link muttered out as four rather large men quickly opened the doors and started to pull each of them out of the car before taking them into the barn and knocking them to the ground.

"Try that shit again homie!" Marrick yelled out to one of the men who knocked him down only to be stopped as Link tapped him on the shoulder.

This feeling quickly caused the man to turn his head in the directiuon Link was looking and quickly notice that there was a man a distance away from them. He was a rather tall Caucasian man who was mostly balding with a long white beard and baby blue eyes. His appearance wasn't what startled the duo it was instead his action that left them both intimidated.

The sight of what he was doing did bring back memories of the past to Marrick. He remembered going fishing with his grandparents, Martin, and Marcus and his grandfather showing him how to gut, skin, and clean a fish before it was ultimately cooked and seeing the man prepare to do the same to a rather large deer didn't seem to faze him the same way it did Link, who seemed to be somewhat frozen in fear.

"You two gave my boys a pretty good drubbing today." The man greeted while whipping his Knife. "It's gonna be hard to look in their pictures with all them bruises you put on them." He added while keeping his gaze focused on his knife.

"They had it coming." Marrick shot back with venom in his tone.

"Well, I know those two pretty well and you might be right." He retorted before finally looking up at the duo and then turning his gaze to the deer. "Still an apology'd go a long way." he finished before starting to cut away at the skin of the deer. "As a first step."

"What's the second step?" Link asked with a seriosness in his own tone. "Paying for their kindergarten?"

Hearing Link joke brought a smile to the face of the man who quckly put down his knife and started to approach him and Marrick. "We got a real nice town here with real nice people. Last thing we need is you comin' down here creatin all sorts of problems."

"We just down here looking for the assholes who killed my friends at they Baptism or answers on where we can find them." Marrick retorted with venom in his tone. "Don't suppose any of you cousin fuckers know where we might them?" he asked while looking around the group.

No sooner had those words left his lips Marrick was immediately greeted by a kick to the back courtesy of one of the men behind him causing him to turn around and eye the man angrily while the rest moved around to circle him.

"You best watch your back homie." He let out with venom in his tone.

"You know we usually cut off the balls of an upidty nigga like yourself if they talked to us like that." The man retorted breaking the silence that he had started.

"But you won't because you know who he is and who his family is." Link shot back while eyeing the man with a smile. "That means you also know who I am and what'll happen if you touch me and I will remind you that I won't be pretty." He added causing the man to go silent again.

"You know I'll be the first to can that some of this we brought on ourselves." He started before giving the duo a slight smile. "For starters, we might should have picked our own cotton." He finished before laughing at the duo.

"I damn sure don't want to live around a bunch of Negores. If I wanted that I'd move to Africa, but boys who worship Satan and all his evils…are just as bad and I don't want anything they're selling.." He replied while eyeing the duo closely. "You know my daddy he owned a church-." He started before Marrick cut him off.

"I don't give a shit about what your damn daddy owned." He retorted forcing the man to go silent again as he moved back to the door and quickly started to pull some organs from its body.

"This here is America and that shit don't fly here." Harken continued while Link chuckled.

"This is just a hunch, but I'm guessing you never asked an American Indian how they might feel about that." He interjected while eyeing the man closely. "We know quite a few and can bring them here to tell you how they feel."

"God put the white man in charge for a reason." He retorted while moving to approach Link while wiping his blood covered knife on his pants. "But I guess you wouldn't know anything about that, you probably haven't read your Bible in a while." He continued while eyeing Link closely. "You can stand there and pretend you don't know what I'm talking about but watch the news. Niggers and Spics are everywhere, they're in sports, music, space, and one of them is finally about to end his term as President. Anywhere there's a white man's job to be had and you do-gooders want to give it to them. You want to give someone like him that power. It's bad enough we got homosexuals and mud-dippers there as well." He finished before pointing to Marrick who merely eyed him angrily.

"You are an ugly man…with ugly ideas." Link started while eyeing the man angrily. "And no amount of hiding behind that Bible of yours is gonna change that. You're a dying breed and so are your ideas."

"These people actually think they deserve to eat, sleep, shit, and shop where we do. You really standing here telling me that you believe that and see that as normal." He interjected with venom in his tone.

"I can't believe you don't." Link retorted.

"Those boys you're looking for ain't here, their kind just like your own ain't welcome here." Harken started while eyeing the duo closely. "Wherever swamp they came from you better start checking your own backyards." He replied with venom in his tone.

"I'm done talking to a Nigger and his Liberal Bitch!" he replied before moving to turn and walk away from the duo who rose to their feet and moved to walk away.

"You know, hey, while we're here and you're there-." Link started turning back to face the man who merely turned his head at him. "Maybe you can enlighten something for me." He stared earning a raised brow from the man who merely looked back.

"What exactly the fuck is it you people want hmm?" he asked with anger and venom in his tone that seemed to echo throughout the barn. "What does your world look like?"

"White, pure, holy, and free of all those who wish to dirty it up." He replied with a chuckle.

"But what is it that you want?" Link asked before moving to approach the man to Marrick's confusion. "There are black and brown in music, sports, space, and we all that you can tear shit down but what is it that you intend to build because at the end of the day music, sports, and even the white house maybe black but whites own it?" he finished while Harken merely remained silent and only blinked at him before saying, "I'd just be wasting my breath."

"You have no idea, do you?" Link asked while eyeing the man closely. "I thought so!" he finished before turning around and proceeding to walk away with Marrick in tow.

"Motherfuckers!" Marrick whispered out before he and Link walked out of the barn and noticed the female Sheriff sitting on the hood of her car cleaning her nails before moving to open the door for the duo.

Then to her shock and surprise the duo merely kept their gaze away from her and walked away, choosing to walk back to the police station then ride with her.

"I think I like you white boy." Marrick muttered out as he smiled at Link who merely remained silent.

Sunbelt City

The song Crazy Train by Ozzy Osbourne quickly filled the ears of Ernesto, Syke O, La Tortura, Lady Casper, and Adahy as they found themselves walking behind Felix as he walked them into the Hop and Bowl bowling alley on the North Side of the city.

It seemed like an out of place area for them to be meeting Lee and Jimmy, out in the open and in front of a crowd of people, but it seemed to be the best bet at first.

Upon entering the building the group quickly spotted Lee, Jimmy, and two more BSU members sitting over by one of the lanes talking amongst themselves before waving them ovem.

"Glad to see all of you decided to come." Lee greeted before rising to his feet and eyeing the group closely.

"We didn't have much of a choice." Syke O replied sending a look to Ernesto who kept his gaze on Lee and Jimmy.

"Why'd you bring us here and where's Marcus?" he asked while Lee merely chuckled.

"Merryweather has launched a counterattack against us and went after our friend Brady here and a bunch of our known safe houses." Lee replied while Ernesto eyed him closely. "They're also going after Task at this moment and Mark's getting him out as we speak." He added while sending a look to Adahy in hopes of seeing some form of change in emotion in his demeanor but it never came.

"So they're going after you why should we be worried about you?" La Tortura asked while Lee merely chuckled.

"Because we're in this together and we intercepted a few of their messages and you don't have to guess who their next target is." Jimmy stated while eyeing the group closely. "We've also learned that they're operating out off a freighter at the Port of Sunbelt." He added while eyeing the group closely.

"We do this together we let Merryweather know that we're a united front against them and with everything we've done and everything you can do together…they know'll they're fighting a two fronted war." Lee stated while Ernesto eyed the duo closely.

"So are we gonna get the cars ready or are you just gonna stare at us?" Jimmy asked while smiling at the group.

Elsewhere

"GET DOWN!" Task screamed out as he pulled Cheta down to the floor in order to avoid a bullet aimed directly at her head courtest of a Merryweather Mercenary firing a MP5 Submachine Gun at the woman.

"Motherfucker!" the woman screamed out as she fired three rounds from her Pistol and managed to strike the man three times in his chest.

"How many of these Cabrons are here?" asked Cheta in anger as she moved to reload her weapon.

"Don't know just feel lucky these assholes aren't wearing their usual Kevlar. These bullets wouldn't even knock them back." The Lakota responded as he shot another man in the chest before hitting another in the center of the head and then watching him fallback before knocking over a case filled with surgerical tools and medicine and used it for cover as another wave of bullets flew over his head.

"Move up on those motherfuckers." Yelled out one of the Merryweather Soldiers firing an MP5 and forcing Task deeper into cover moving to reload only to step back and watch as the Mercenary closest to him was struck in the face and fell back screaming with a bullet lodged in his cheek.

"Shit, let's see how you like this." He whispered out before pulling a Hand Grenade from behind his back, pulling the pin, and tossing it at Task who merely went wide eyed before grabbing Cheta by her shoulders and pulling her out of the blast radius.

After the Grenade went off the sprinkler system inside the building soon followed and doused everyone and everything in water and creating a somewhat misty setting over the hallway.

"We got them now-." Started the man who tossed the Grenade before he let out a loud ear piercing scream of pain as he felt something sharp and cold embed itself in the side of his back and going through his kidney.

After turning around to see what it was he was quite stunned to see the end of an arrow sticking out his back and what made his eyes go wider was the white almost clay looking piece of plastic wrapped around the arrow.

"OH SHIT!" he screamed out just before a violent explosion went off blowing a rather large hole in the side of the man's back and splattering his organs onto the men next to him while also knocking them back.

"Holy fuck!" one of the men yelled out as he violently spit out chunks of the man's intestines after they flew into his mouth and lodged themselves into his teeth.

"Don't worry you're gonna join him soon!" A familiar voice screamed out causing Task and Cheta to lift their heads and watch as a familiar masked man came running from the end of the hall firing off an MP7 Submachine Gun and striking down the man who was spitting out intestines and the two men standing closest to him.

"It's the Roman!" one of the men yelled out before taking a bullet in the side courtest of the youngest Roman who quickly ducked behind cover as the group as the remaining Merryweather Agents turned their bullets on him.

"You're gonna die here Roman." Another man screamed out causing Mark to merely chuckle at his response.

"Good to know!" Mark screamed out before firing a barrage of rounds angling towards the ceiling and then watching as the Mercenaries covered their heads without realizing that Mark's intentions weren't to hit the tiles and send them crashing down ontop of them, but to hit the water pipes for the Sprinkler System.

With this move Mark got his wish and a smile soon spread across his face as one of the pipes burst open and a flood wave of water fell onto the Mercenaries who couldn't do anything but cover their heads and leave themselves wide open for an attack.

Seeing the opening as well, Task and Cheta wasted no time in joining in on Mark's barrage and quickly cut down the remaining Merryweather Mercenaries with relative ease before being approached by the youngest Roman.

"You two just gonna lay there until the cops show up?" he asked earning a roll of the eyes from Cheta before she moved to rise to her feet while Mark moved to help the Lakota to his feet.

"You knew they were coming?" he asked while Mark nodded his head.

"Yeah and we're ready to spank them back…they'll learn." He replied with a sick smile that quickly faded as his cellphone started to ring causing him to quickly answer it with a roll of his eyes.

"What is it Sullivan?" Mark asked with an annoyance in his tone.

"SCPD has arrived and are setting up a perimeter. If we're gonna get out of here we need to leave now." The voice on the other end shot back while Mark rolled his eyes.

"Alright we're on the way." He finished before hanging up the phone and putting it back into his pocket.

"He sounds new." Task retorted while Mark nodded his head.

"Dockington BSU have been helping us out by sending us guys from up there to help in the war." The Creole retorted while Cheta gave a chuckle.

"Why are they being so generous?" she asked as Mark started leading the group down the stairs of the hospital and into the parking garage.

"They're trying to get a major project off the ground and need money for it. So now they're kissing my ass for money." Mark replied as the group finally made it into the garage and noticed a solid grey pickup truck with a Dockington license plate parked in the garage.

The trio then watched as a short Caucasian man with short brown hair hidden under a black baseball cap stepped out of the driver seat of the truck and quickly opened the back door for the group.

"You whole?" Sullivan asked while looking to Mark who merely nodded his head.

"Yeah so stick to the plan." The Creole replied earning a nod from Sullivan before watching as the passenger door to the truck opened and outstepped a woman with short redhair, bright green eyes, anda shoulder tattoo of a dragon going down her right arm.

"I got your gun ready." The woman greeted before moving to open the truck bed for Mark who merely nodded his head before jumping into the tailbed while Task and Cheta jumped into the backseat.

"Take us to the party." Mark ordered before watching the duo hop into the front of the truck and drive awy from the hospital.

Elsewhere

The sound of shuffling feet seemed normal at the normally busy docks of Sunbelt, but at one particular area of the docks there wasn't much shuffling feet or the moving of cargo as this area was patrolled and under the control of Merryweather Security who'd setup their usual no one in no one out protocol with heavily armed guards on the ground and on the top of the carrier ship.

At first glance one would think this place was inpregnable, but this wasn't the case to two particular guards as they noticed two Mexican men walking and talking to each other in Spanish before being approached to the duo.

"Hey you two can't be here." One of the men screamed out casuing the two men to raise their hands in the air before speaking out in Spanish. "Shut up…I said shut-." He continued before feeling a sharp pain the back of his neck and falling backwards his his partner who was hit in the back of the head courtest of Jimmy who had setup a Snipers Nest in one of the towers on the dock.

"That was calling it close." Said Syke O and he and Felix sent looks to the tower Jimmy was perched in and noticed him merely smile.

"Quit complaining you got a clear window into the ship. Your job is easy we're the one's doing the real dirty work." Jimmy shot back with a hint of venom in his tone.

"Yeah just remember to keep the fighting outside of the ship and don't detonate anything until after we're done." Felix shot back before moving to follow Syke O onto the boat where they noticed two more Merryweather officers patrolling the front.

Just as Felix went to draw his Pistol though the silence that had built around them was again interrupted by a loud explosion at the far end of the docks as a series of cars ranging from Trucks to Tornados, Peyotes, and Dominators came speeding through the front gates with members of BSU, Aztecas, Vagos, and even Roman Boyz jumping out well armed and ready to engage the mercenaries.

"Shit we're under attack-." Started the guard in front of Felix before he was ultimately shot in the head courtesy of Jimmy who watched with a smile as he fell off the side of the boat and fell into the waters below with loud splash that was followed up by a loud explosion as Lee fired a Grenade from his M79 at a group of mercenaries that were trying to run for the boat.

"You come into our house we come into yours." He shot back before loading another Grenade into the Weapon and firing it at Humvee while Ernesto, Davey, Eddy, La Tortura, Lady Casper, Adahy, Brady, and a few other BSU and Azteca members rushed into spots to take cover before firing shots at the direction of the boat where Merryweather soldiers were starting to charge out firing their weeapons.

"Fucking assholes!" yelled out a Merryweather soldier armed with an M16A2 before he managed to hit a BSU member in the chest and watched him fall only to be grabbed by his arms and pulled behind cover courtesty of Buck.

"These assholes got the advantage in range." Ernesto yelled out to Lee who loaded another Grenade into his Launcher while the man loaded another magazine into his AKM Assault Rifle.

"You're telling that to the guy with the Shotgun." Lee retorted while ducking behind his car as a barrage of rounds came his way."We don't have to kill all of them. The goal is to create a distraction so Felix and your boy can do their job." He added while watching as an Azteca was hit in the side of the courtesy of a Sniper on the boat.

"Jimmy they got a Sniper on us." He shouted over his radio before another man was hit in the center of the chest.

"Correction Snipers, plural." The redheaded man shot back as he noticed several Snipers standing atop the back portion of the boat picking off guys who couldn't get to cover in time. This included three Vagos, two Aztecas, and two BSU members.

"Shit!" Jimmy called out before taking aim at the head of one of the Snipers and hitting him in the right eye and watching as it was blown clear from its socket.

He got his desired result but what he wasn't counting on was the Snipers getting a bead on his location and redirecting their gunfire towards him and forcing him into cover.

"Shit they spotted Jimmy." Lee called out with venom in his tone.

"MACHINE GUN!" a BSU member screamed out causing everyone to turn their heads and notice a Mercenaries with a Browning Machine Gun pulling back the slide of the weapon and then taking aim at the men on the ground.

"EVERYBODY DOWN!" Lee screamed out with fear in his tone as he pushed Ernesto to the ground while Davey and Eddy did the same to La Tortura and Lady Casper just before the loud hum of the weapon went off, deafened everyones ears, and cut a hole clean through the attacking force.

The Sunbelt City Roman Boyz were the first to go there was only ten of them in total who came to help Lee and the Vagos and they'd managed to avoid losing anyone in the initial crossifre but the powerful rounds from the .50 Caliber Machine Gun quickly rectified that as they tore through all ten men like they were merely the wetest of paper.

"SHIT!" Buck screamed out as he fell back after the blood from one of the dead Roman Boyz, an overweight African American man with a blonde Mohawk, that was hit in the side of his head and twice in the chest.

"Goddamn it there goes our left flank." Lee screamed out in anger before watching as three BSU members along with five Vagos and two more Aztecas were taken out by the slew of automatic gunfire before Ernesto took a few shots at the Gunner only to duck back down for cover.

"Shit they need to fucking hurry."Ernesto yelled out with venom in his tone.

While the group was now being picked off by the Gunner Felix and Syke O found themselves deep in the bowels of the ship planting a series of explosives throughout the interior of the ship in keys places where they hoped the Mercenaries would not see.

After planting and arming two more explosives the duo quickly had to take cover behind a corner as they noticed five more Mercenaries running down the hallway carrying M72 Rocket Launchers and M32 Grenade Launchers.

"That doesn't look good for everyone outside." Felix stated while Syke O gave a low growl.

"Shit!" he whispered out in anger before moving down the hallway.

"Fuckers!" Adahy whispered out in venom as he watched a female Chola get hit five times in the chest and blown back onto the hood of a car with rage in his eyes before he fired several shots at the Gunner and managing to hit the weapon but not the man behind it and force him into cover.

Seeing that the Machine Gunner was now momentarily distracted, Lee saw an opportunity and quickly snatched it. He fired his last Grenade at an angle as high as he could and then watched with a smile as it slammed at the feet of the Snipers who were quickly blown to pieces and thrown from the boat and into the bloody waters below.

"There's your opening brother take it." He whispered out before ducking back down as the Gunner hopped back on the weapon and moved to return fire on the group only to be stopped by a bullet striking him in the side of the head.

"Thanks for the assist brother." Jimmy spoke out while returning fire and striking down several Merryweather soldiers in a quick session before noticing the men with the Rocket Launchers coming on topside of the ship.

"They're bringing out the heavy artillery." Eddy screamed out while Lee gave a low growl before looking to Brady who was still firing at the ship only to stop as Lee moved to give him a command.

Before he could give his command though he was stopped by the loud honking of a car horn speeding there way before finally a Silver Pickup Truck came bursting through the gates before making a sharp screeching turn completely around and allowing Mark the perfect field of fire.

Almost in an instance he had his Light Machine Gun ready and quickly opened fire on the men with the Rocket Launchers and managed to shred two of them to pieces while hitting another man in the leg causing him to roll off the boat while those who remained ducked for cover from the powerful bullets as they tore through a few unfortunate mercenaries with ease and left them each falling into the waters below.

"Motherfucker!" One man yelled out as he loaded a series of Grenades into his Launchers before firing them all out over the shipyard and causing everyone to scatter as a series of explosions went off around them that took the lives of four Vagos, two BSU members, and an Azteca while the main group members were doing whatever they could to survive the onslaught.

"SHIT!" Mark screamed out as he was slammed against the side of the truck just as one of the men armed with a Rocket Launcher rose to his feet and pointed it in the direction of the attackers before firing it at the group and kicking up another violent explosion that knocked everyone off their feet, sent the truck crashing into a cargo container, and sent Mark rolling out of it.

"TU PUTA MADRE!" La Tortura screamed out with anger in her tone as she felt a piece of shrapnel in the side of her leg giving him great pain. She then felt a pair of hands grab onto his shoulders and pull him into cover before readying their weapon.

"Shit they're reloading that thing." Adahy whispered out with anger in his tone as he watched the two men load up another Rocket and move to point it in the direction of the remaining attackers.

"Damn it!" Lee whispered out while moving to pull a detonator from the back of his pants.

The plan was to wait for Felix and Syke O to have the bombs set and get off the ship before they blew it. At this rate though their survival seemed dimmer with each passing minute so the Chinese man wasn't being given much of an option.

Before either of them could fire it though they were each hit in the back by a series of bullets that left them each falling forward in pain before looking back and watching as Felix and Syke O came rushing their way before jumping off the side of the ship and landing in the cold waters below that seemed to be a mix of red and white.

The waters around them seemed to somewhat muffle the loud bang of the explosions going inside of the ship but not the shockwaves that pushed them back and sent them almost flying back towards the docks where everyone else stood with smiles on their faces watching as another explosion went off from inside of the ship that sent flames spewing out and raining debris into the waters.

New Arcadia (Hours Later)

The song Untouchable by NBA YoungBoy filled the ears of Link as he found himself standing in the kitchen of a home in the 3rd Ward where a party was going on for Marrick. He didn't think he would be welcome but Marrick had brought him and Nikki here after they'd returned for Manchesteville. The Irish Lass like him was in the kitchen, but unlike him she was getting attention from some of the men at the party.

Not that he wanted much attention anyway, these type of parties weren't his cup of tea. There was alcohol, drugs, and music he wasn't accustomed to. He did would admit to liking some old school rap but never being much of a fan of new school and wouldn't take the time to hear songs from new rappers unless they were on the radio.

After a few more minutes of sitting and thinking to himself he was soon interrupted as Marrick quickly approached him with a white cup in his hands and quickly extending it to the man.

"I don't drink!" Link retorted only to earn a laugh from the man.

"You don't drink when you with my brother, but when you with me you trying everything." The Middle Roman shot back earning a roll of the eyes from the man before he took the cup and took a quick sip only to recoil at the rather bitter taste of the drink and the burning sensation it left going down his throat.

"What the fuck is this?" he asked with a raised brow.

"Vodka nigga straight." Marrick replied with a chuckle while watching the man tap his chest and clear his throat. "You alright white boy, I see why my brother keep you around now." He added while Link looked at him with a raised brow.

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

"You ain't no hitter, I have yet to see your ass pick up a gun and use one. You ain't out here cutting niggas throats while they sleep either. All you do is sit back, run your mouth, and say a bunch of big words." He added while Link chuckled.

"Mark knows our strengths and our weaknesses. I'm not a hitter or cut out to be one…I have too much of a conscious." He replied earning a laugh from Marrick.

"Nigga everybody got a conscious, you want to know how we deal with that this shit?" he asked earning a raised brow from the BSU member. "With money, pussy, and shit that put you in a trance. I know Mark be drowning y'all niggas in Skrilla and you got that drank so all you need is one more thing." Marrick retorted earning a raised brow from the BSU member who sat back and then watched as a rather curvy fair skinned African American woman with short black hair and wearing a bright red dress approached him with a smile on his face.

"Don't say I never gave you anything." Marrick replied while moving to take a sip of his drank as the woman approached Link and a gave him a quick kiss on the cheek.

She then took him by his right hand and started to pull him away with Link looking on in confusion and Marrick standing back to watch with a smile on his face.

"You really getting chummy with that one?" Rex asked as he moved to approach Marrick who continued to drink his beer.

"He showed heart today, but now I'm really seeing why he so important to Mark. That nigga always thinking even when Mark ain't thinking he thinking. He got more sense then most of the homies in my own clique." Marrick he spoke out with a smile. "My brother maybe the leader of his little group, but that white boy is the brains of his little operation and I can use someone like that in the long run." He added while Rex nodded his head.

"What makes you think he'll be willing to help us?" Rex asked.

"Give him what he wants." Marrick replied with a slight smile.

Sunbelt City

The song Walk Away From the Sun by Seether played blared loudly on Mark's Sterero as he found himself pulling up to his loft with a rather serious look on his face.

Brooke's car was still parked in the driveway so he figured the woman hadn't left…yet. He was still somewhat pissed at her for what she did, but at the same time he understood why she did it. Love and Loyalty to the one that betrayed them was a problem they both shared.

A normal person would've left their cheating ex and any bullshit they'd gotten themselves into, but their lives were far from normal and how they handled situations was far from normal. Ryan needs money Brooke would screw him over to get it for the ex-president and whenever Tasha needed saving he would leap at the chance to save her when nobody else would.

He didn't want to admit it or say it out loud but he still loved her enough to risk his life for her, the same as he would for Ana, Alison, or Courtney. Despite everything she'd done to him…he still loved her.

After opening the door and making his way inside Mark quickly looked around the living room of the loft and noticed that there were a couple of packed bags thrown acrosss the living room in a mannor similar to that of move in day.

The sight seemed to make Mark breath out a small sigh of anger before making his way to the bedroom where he noticed the door was closed shut but the sound of shuffling feet on the otherside could be heard clearly.

After giving a quick knock, he entered the room without a care and quickly recoiled as he watched Brooke snap her head back and look at him with tear filled eyes and once white clear arms covered in blood that was dripping from a small cut across her right hand.

"Shit!" Mark whispered out before rushing over to the girl and taking her injured hand within his hand and taking a look at the wound before noticing a bloody knife on the floor with wide eyes then finally looking back at her.

"I couldn't go through with it." She whispered out with fear and sadness in her tone while Mark merely shook his head before ripping a piece of the sleeve from his shirt and then wrapping it around the girls arm.

"You shouldn't have attempted it." He replied while continuing to wrap her wound. "We've buried enough of our family these last few days. We don't need to any you to the graveyard as well and I don't intend to let that happen." He added with a hint of venom in his tone.

"Tasha's right though, I'm pathetic I thought if I helped Ryan I could win him back or make him see he made a mistake getting with her over me." She started while Mark kept his gaze away from her. "I'm stupid for thinking that…there's no reason for me being here. I'm not needed by anyone." She added while Mark gave a low scoff.

"You sure about that, because I need you to help keep my head on straight." He replied earning a confused look from the woman. "Merryweather kidnapped the two women I loved, in return I kidnapped Don Percival's daughter on orders from Devlin. My intentions after that was to really take the fight to Merryweather. To snatch up, execute, and destroy anyone that was in the way of me and them." He started while Brooke watched him closely.

"How did I make you change your mind?" she asked while looking to him with a raised brow.

"There aren't many people in this world who geniunely care about me, Alison and Ana are the main two. When I lost them I thought I'd lost that, but then I got your phone call and I realized that they missed one person in their effort." He replied causing Brooke to slightly blush at him. "We weren't really close in the beginning but now, I feel like we are and I feel like you're one of the closest things I have to a real best friend." He added while continuing to smile at the woman.

"You'll find love someday with someone who really deserves you, but right now I need you to keep me whole…or else I don't know what I'm gonna do otherwise." He finished earning a nod from the woman before she immediately went wide eyed as Mark wrapped his arms around her and brought her in for a tight hug that she easily accepted back with a hug of her own.

After a few minutes of hugging the youngest Roman she soon started to feel him start to tense up against her. First it was his muscles then his heart beat started to grow rapid, along with his breaths, and soon she could make out the sight of his hands reaching into the back of his pants where the handle of his Pistol was sticking out.

"Mark what's going-." She started before starting to look back and then going silent as she realized that there was something standing in the doorway watching them with a rather sick smile on his face.

The man was somethat shrouded in the shadows to Brooke, but Mark was getting a really good look at the man. In terms of height he may have been about two inches shorter then the six foot two Roman with rather long black hair that was styled into the usual bowl cut that Mark had become accustomed to seeing white people, a trimmed five o'clock shadow, beady black eyes that were locked sharp on him, and wearing all-black.

The man didn't have a visible weapon but Mark could easily tell the guy was military. He managed to sneak into the apartment without even being heard and just the overall way he looked and seemed to carry himself reminded Mark a lot of some of the Veterans he'd met in his life.

"I know I broke into this place and spied on you two, but I can assure you Marcus. I'm unarmed, alone, and only here to talk. Like real men." He pointed out while Mark continued to eye him angrily before looking down to Brooke who was standing still in his arms. "Come on I come bearing a gift that I know you'll really enjoy." He added before moving to walk back into the living room and leaving Mark alone with Brooke.

"Stay here!" he ordered before letting her go and moving to walk past her only to be stopped as she reached out and grabbed his arm in order to keep him in place.

"No don't go!" she whispered out while holding onto the man tightly only for Mark to pry himself loose and tell her he'd return before making his way out the door and then shutting it behind him.

After slowly making his way back into the living room, Mark quickly noticed the man sitting at the kitchen counter drinking a glass of what looked like Whiskey to him. "Wow you guys are really serious about that drug free shit. I'm glad I carry my own though." He pointed out with a chuckle before holding up a flask to Marcus.

"You got thirty seconds to tell me who the fuck you are and why you're here or that Whiskey is going to be painting my floor." He yelled out with anger in his tone earning a chuckle from the man.

"Straight to the chase and good with intimidation. I like you already man." He spoke out while Mark gave him a confused look before watching him take another sip of his drink. "I'm Lieutenant William Poindexter, at least I was back when I was in the Corp." he stated while Mark nodded his head. "Now I'm with Merryweather and I work directly for Don Percival himself as one of his elite guard." He added while Mark chuckled.

"You must be proud of yourself?" he asked with sarcasm in his tone.

"Well I get to see the world, meet interesting people, and do all sorts of things in my free time." He pointed out with a smile. "Yeah I like it…and you would like it to." He added while Mark chuckled.

"Sorry I have a thing about killing when it isn't necessary." The Creole retorted earning a chuckle from the man.

"Really so was killing all my friends necessary Marcus?" he asked while looking to Mark with a smile.

"When you have the people I really care about…yeah it is." He retorted while the man nodded his head.

"Alright I guess I'll get to the point to all of this then." He started while Mark eyed him closely. "This war between our two sides needs to end…right now."

"It wasn't my boss who came after you and yours it was his brother looking to seek revenge for his daughter and using the company to do so. In truth though…we been knew it was your organization who had something to do with her disappearance." He continued to Mark's shock. "Your friends fled the scene of the crime and you cleaned it up but you weren't able to guess a traffic camera that had been installed the day before would catch you leaving the scene."

"If you knew we were involved, why wait now to make your move?" Mark asked with a raised brow.

"You killed my bosses nieces…not his own child and Mr. Percival can see the lines through the cracks. He knew about your IAA status at the time and decided it be best to leave you alone but his brother Dan, once he found out about you he decided to act without knowing your connection to the IAA." He continued before turning to smile at Mark. "We knew you had a connection to the IAA…I never would have guessed you would be screwing the Directors Wife to his knowledge…and an FIB Agent on top of that means you must have a lot of pull back in Capital." Finished before chuckling.

"Stay on topic and get to the point." Mark ordered earning a nod from the man.

"The point is…I'm tired of burying my brothers and sisters then going home to their wives and children and lying to them that their mommy or daddy and in some cases mommy and daddy died fighting for their country when instead they got killed because some asshole underestimated his enemy and dragged them into a war nobody wanted against an enemy that even I have to admit is more formidable then any other we've faced." He finished while eyeing Mark closely. "And I know you feel the same Roman, you're tired of burying your dead and you just want to go home with the women you love…and I'm here to make it happen."

"Even if we do come to a truce between us, do you really believe the brother will just let this shit go." Mark asked with a raised.

"If we give him what he wants then maybe it'll settle him." Poindexter stated earning a raised brow from Mark.

"And what is it that he wants?" Mark asked with a raised brow.

"The last man involved with his daughters death, the return of his nephew, and you." He replied earning a chuckle from Mark.

"I can understand the first two but you can guess why I draw the line at the last thing." Mark started before looking to him angrily. "Especially since you only have two people we want and we have two you want." He retorted while Poindexter nodded his head.

"I'm guessing you don't know then?" he asked while Mark gave him a confused look.

"We ran some test on your women when we first got them, for reasons I'm not going to see for fear of you shooting me, but we discovered that one of them is…five weeks pregnant." He stated to Mark sudden shock that seemed to take the breath out of his lungs and punch him square in the gut almost like he'd been hit by a Shotgun blast directly to the stomach.

"I'm gonna give you a few seconds to let that sink in." he added while Mark moved to take a seat next to him earning a chuckle from the man.

"You may need this to think straight." he started before pushing the flask towards Mark who merely pushed it away.

"Keeping your morales that a good start." He continued while Mark sat still a remained silent. "You and me both know what'll happen to your friend Marcus, but you…there's something special about you and that's something we need at Merryweather and Mr. Percival sees that. I'm not asking you to choose your life over your childs, I'm asking you to give your kid the life you never had." He stated while Mark continued to sit in silence before noticing the man sliding him a piece of paper.

"You're next target, if you hit it I'll have my answer on where you stand on my offer. If you don't then I guess we'll be seeing each other on the battlefield." He replied before moving to rise from his seat and then making his way out the door while Mark sat in silence and anger before slamming his fist down on the countertop with enough force to crack it.

"Damn it!"

Authors Note: And finally finished, sorry this update took me longer then I expected. In truth it's longer then I originally thought it would be. Most of it went to that party crashing the group pulled in the beginning.

I know it seems out of taste for Mark to invite Felix in to help them, but come on everyone has gotten their hands dirty prior to this chapter but Felix and I wanted him to show his newfound bloodlust for the group who killed his mother. I think he filled a little of that bloodlust in this chapter.

Also let me know how you feel about the Link-Marrick combination. I know I've shown Marrick interacting with Lee and Jimmy but never Link and I can see the two of them being quite the pair for some comedic relief.

I can't think of much else to talk about so thank you all for reading have a good day and Zilla 2000 out.