Grand Theft Auto: New Arcadia

by Zilla 2000

The story of an FIB Agent, a crew of gunmen, and Gun-Runners trying to survive, clean up, and rise in the city of New Arcadia. A city where drugs, corruption, and murder go hand-in-hand and those living there try to survive with scars that were left after a hurricane washed away much of their lives and brought an influx of pain, problems, and fear into their city.

71. Chapter 71

Chapter 71: The House of the Rising Sun

Pt. 1

Outside New Arcadia

SNAP

This was overbearing almost constant sound that filled both the ears of Tasha and the still injured Ryan as they both found themselves sitting in the backseat of dark blue Baller with out of state license plates. The vehicle was being driven by a BSU/Militia member that neither of them knew could place because of the black mask that covered the man's face as he drove.

The same could be said for the man sitting beside him in the passenger seat of the vehicle and another man sitting in the back of the vehicle. However, unlike the driver both these men were remaining vigilant to their surrounds.

Their hands, tightly clutching their M4A1 Assault Rifles as they scanned their surroundings and paid close attention to every car they passed on the road. It was this silence and the constant bumping of the road that seemed to be annoying Tasha the most as she found herself finally snapping then yelling without even knowing.

"Can one of you tell me where we're going and where the hell is Mark?" she asked, the venom in her tone spitting like acid. Her anger would soon go nuclear as she noticed all three men ignore her with only the man in the passenger seat moving to flip on the radio to her annoyance.

The bumping of the road was then replaced by a guitar being played in a familiar chord that instantly brought back a lot of memories to Tasha.

House of the Rising Sun

It was one of Mark's favorites and she would often remember catching the man listening to this whenever he found himself homesick, back when they were dating. The song was one of Mark's favorites and to this day she never could understand why and how he could relate to it.

As the song continued to play, Tasha noticed that the landscape had quickly changed from city streets to a bridge with water on both sides and finally a suburban neighborhood. She wished the men would answer her question.

Not that much talking needed to be done.

They both had been informed about what happened to Buck, the attack on Mark and the others near the Mississippi River, the shooting of Manfred, the attacks against the Roman Boyz, and the almost endless back and forth going on between the two sides.

They were being attacked on all fronts in both New Arcadia and Sunbelt City from enemies they never would have suspected of working together against them. They didn't need to hear it from Mark, Link, or Ren to know that they were heavily outnumbered, outgunned, and out maneuvered. To make the situation worse was the fact that all of them were heavily battered, the death of Buck morale was at an all-time low, and with Manfred down they'd lost their eyes in the sky and couldn't track the movements of their enemies.

This was a time and situation Ryan, who wouldn't admit out loud, that he was happy he was no longer in charge. This was something he knew he couldn't handle.

Reasons like this were why he recruited Mark and signed off on the Militia. He needed a General and Soldiers to fight and win their wars and that's exactly what Mark was.

As for Tasha her mind was only focused on her former love. Mark wasn't an armchair leader, he was a solider and she knew he'd be leading the counter attack, taking part in all battles if he was able, and no matter how many enemies were coming he'd be deep in the trenches.

Even If This Would Be his Final Battle!

After a few more minutes of driving, Tasha and Ryan found themselves now entering the pinnacle of BSU's money, Mark's New Arcadia connections, and the constant urge from BSU leaders to make a difference in their communities.

THE ESTATES

As it was called by many of its members, but on paper it was known as the Gwendolyn-Luna Road to Recovery Estates of Liddell or simply the Gwen-Luna R&R.

Whether it was Tasha, Ren, Courtney, Jill, Manfred, or Ryan. Dozens upon dozens of others have constantly asked Mark why he hadn't invested any of his money into a rehab center. They asked this without knowing the difficulties of getting the contracts, space, and even workers needed to run a facility, but it was something he never pushed out of his focus.

This was the answer to all their request.

However, the Estates wasn't just a rehab center that offered housing to those trying to fight addiction. It was also used to house homeless youths, offer education programs to those who needed it and even offered assisted funds to those who checked in there.

This was also the first of what Mark dreamed of would be a multinational chain of rehabilitation and education centers across not only the United States but also having branches in Canada and Europe. The goal of this wasn't just to better the image of BSU, but also spread the group. The inspiration was similar to that of the Chinese Tongs. People often confused Tongs with Triads, they did go hand in hand but they were different. Triads were illegal organizations, where as Tongs were legal with a mix of law abiding and criminal elements.

This gray area could help the group in the event of the feds coming down on them, they wouldn't be able to touch the centers.

It was completely perfect on paper, but there was more to it than meets the human eye.

It was still a BSU run facility and often housed members who would need a place to stay when down in New Arcadia, but it also served as a place to recruit new members into BSU. So far, they had managed to turn a number of ex-junkies into active BSU members and supporters.

This place was a perfect setup for them, but Mark hated having to use this place as a stage in their war, but with its high gated walls, open space surrounding it, and with its one road to enter, the place was easy to defend and protect.

After entering the compound, the SUV came to a halt in between a series of dormitories with Tasha and Ryan being immediately ordered out of the vehicle and onto the streets where they noticed several armed BSU members standing atop the various buildings scanning the area while several more moved across the ground.

The duo was then directed into the main building where they were soon led into the main office building and took in the sight of Ren standing in the middle of the room with Link, Mai, Jill, Nikki, Falcon, Cheta, and three more BSU members and off in the distance they caught sight of the resting forms of the injured Lee and Task sleeping in two beds that had been brought in for the duo.

"You made it through without issue?" Ren asked while eyeing Tasha closely.

"Yeah the added security is…helpful." Ryan replied with a half-smile.

"Where is Mark?" Tasha asked with some anger in her tone but only earning silence in return for a few seconds before Ren spoke again.

"We don't know!" she declared to the woman's confusion. "We lost contact with him after we told him about Manfred and his brother, but one thing is assured-." She started to the duo's confusion.

"He's fighting!"

Elsewhere

BOOM

The loud bang from the M3 was damn near deafening to Mark as he rolled from cover in order to avoid Barry's shot. The duo had both hopped out at the same time with their weapons drawn but unlike himself Mark hadn't fired a single shot and chose to play the defensive route, making Barry believe that he either had less rounds than he stated and was conserving his rounds.

Two could play at that game.

As Mark moved to vault over a table Barry charged him as fast as he could and knocked the man to the ground forcing Mark to draw his Pistol and fire off three shots at Barry who stepped back to avoid the shots but still managing to catch one round in his vest.

The man soon went to lift his Shotgun again at Mark only for the Creole to kick the weapon in the air and force him to fire his blast into the ceiling and leave the weakened sheet rock falling on the duo, coating them in white powder, and leaving them both mostly blind.

Before Barry could even get the dust completely clear from his eyes, he was caught with a hard right hook from Mark that knocked him to the ground and as Mark went to follow up he was stopped by a kick to the abdomen from the man who knocked him back then following up with a hard punch to Mark's right hand that caused his knuckles to crack in pain while dropping his Pistol in pain.

Barry wasn't letting this moment slip at all as he struck the young Creole over the head with the butt of the M3 causing him to fly back with some blood spewing from a now open wound on the side of his head before falling to the ground. He then moved to stand over the youngest Roman and aim the weapon at his head, but he soon felt a sharp stabbing pain in his left arm as Mark swung a 2x4 into the right arm of Barry who screamed out in pain as he noticed a rusted nail sticking out of the board that had been buried deep into his forearm with blood spewing from the wound.

Mark then followed up by directly kicking the piece of wood and pushing into further into Barry's arms causing him to scream louder as he took three steps backwards trying to lift the Shotgun with his injured arm but only managing to kick the injured Mark before retreating into a room while Mark fired off the remaining round from his second Pistol and retreating into cover behind the wooden pool table Martin kept in his dining room.

"AHHH, you're gonna die for this." Barry screamed out while forcing the piece of wood out of his forearm while Mark whipped the blood from his eyes in anger.

"I got to ask on a pain scale of one to ten how bad is that?" Mark asked with a slight chuckle while Barry gripped his Shotgun closely.

He still had two rounds left in his Shotty while Mark was supposedly empty with both his weapons. Still he'd learned from both Ernesto and Ivan that Mark was still dangerous without a weapon in his hands, he was a child, but he knew this was an enemy he shouldn't take lightly.

Especially with the risk of losing his wife and daughter being ever so high.

After taking a few deep breaths, Barry rushed out of the room with his Shotgun drawn and firing a single shot in the direction of the pool table to hit Mark only to discover that the man was nowhere near gaming set.

"Hey Dumbass!" the Creole called out catching Barry by surprise and causing him to whip his head around in surprise only to be met with the eight-ball from the pool table slamming into the side of his face with enough force that it knocked three of the man's teeth from his mouth and caused him to fall straight on his back seeing several stars.

"THAT WAS A NICE CATCH WITH YOUR FACE!" Mark called out, remembering Buck's signature catchphrase whenever he scored a headshot, before moving to pounce on Barry with his fingers clenched tightly on the eight-ball that he slammed down on the man's injured forearm causing him to scream out in pain.

Mark then moved to slam the eight-ball down again and again aiming for Barry's head but only managing to hit his injured forearm and in one instance his fingers, breaking three of them and coating them both in blood.

Before Mark could land a strike to Barry's head, the released convict grabbed a pool ball of his own, the white ball, and slammed it against the side of Mark's head with enough force to knock Mark off but not without ripping the Shotgun from Barry's mangled injured hand while his free one reached out to grab his M92F Beretta from his pants and fire a barrage of rounds at the retreating Mark who slid into the kitchen and fell back near a storage cabinet with numerous glass plates from the cabinet above him falling down on him.

"Now you die-." Barry started before yelling out in pain and catching Mark completely by surprise as he turned to Barry and noticed four metal spikes sticking out his chest from his back and upon watching him fall he noticed the spikes had come from the injured Martin armed with the same Pitchfork he would use to decorate the outside of his home for Halloween.

"For My Family!" Martin gurgled out before looking out at his shocked younger who merely watched in fear as the man collapsed backwards with Mark immediately running to check on his injured brother and look over his motionless body as he continued to bleed across the floor.

"GAH!" Barry yelled out catching the attention of Mark who looked back and took in the sight of the weakened man as he started to crawl away from the injured Roman's.

"No, I can't die now…not before I see-." He started while continuing to crawl across the floor only to be stopped by a sharp pain in his abdomen caused by Mark pulling the pitchfork from his body.

"You should have taken your only chance at freedom and ran with it…not fucked with the Kingfish." Mark declared in anger before flipping the injured Barry over onto his back so that he could look up at him.

"You may kill me…but you pissed off the wrong people kid." Barry started while wheezing out blood in pain. "There's no way you're gonna survive this."

"Just watch me!" Mark stated before bringing the Pitchfork down the head of Barry who had no time react before he was forever silenced courtesy of the youngest Roman who then found his vision fading before collapsing from exhaustion.

The Estates

"AH!" the voice of Lee called out causing everyone to turn their heads and watch as the Chinese man started to stir awake with a pain filled groan before Mai forced him back down on his bed.

"Stay down you need to rest." She spoke out with her words going on deaf ears.

"Where is that Canuck Piece of Shit." Lee yelled out in pain while continuously trying to force himself up.

"Dead if you can't remember." Ren spoke out while Lee merely shook his head in anger.

"Nah he ain't dead…he ain't gonna be dead until I'm standing over his goddamn body and frying his face." Lee called out in anger before the doors to the office exploded open and quickly caught the attention of everyone who noticed a man of African and Welsh descent standing in the doorway with a serious look on his face, dressed in a black leather jacket, ripped blue jean pants, combat boots, with a dark green headband tied around his forehead, and armed with an M4A1 Assault Rifle.

"Duvall what is it?" Jimmy asked with curiosity in his tone.

"Sorry to interrupt boss, but we just got word from our defense teams." He started earning everyone's further attention. "Word came in from our guys at the hospital Manfred is stable and it looks like he's gonna pull through." He started earning sighs of reliefs from the group.

"Sounds good…but what's the bad news." Lee asked with some venom in his tone.

"Ambulances picked up Martin, he was hurt pretty bad and there was no sign of Mark, but he did manage to kill his attacker." The BSU member stated earning low growls of frustration from the group and a look of concern from both Tasha and Ren.

"That's not the only thing." He started earning confused looks from the group as they watched Ethan, Palmer, and Sullivan enter the office as well with solemn looks on their faces.

17th Ward

BOOM

The sound of explosions and gun fire could be heard for miles at Mackey's Bait and Tackle as a small defensive force of BSU members found themselves engaging a large, combined force of Aztecas, Russians, and even a few Natives from what remained of Paul's initial attack force.

Despite being heavily outnumbered by their attacking enemies, the BSU members were fighting hard as Mark, Lee, and Jimmy had taught them. Amongst those fighting were Nico Lewis, Paris Kress, and Jackson Sims. All three members of Mark's Militia and amongst some of his elites.

You didn't get that title in the eyes of The Concrete Soldier without stepping up whenever real pressure was applied.

"FIGHT ON!" Nico yelled out as loud as his lungs would carry as he found himself spraying an M4A1 at a group of four charging Azteca's and managing to shoot two of them, both in the chest, while the last two both had their legs blown out from under them by the powerful 5.56 rounds tearing them apart.

Nico, despite finding himself as the de facto leader of this small unit, didn't give off the impression of a leader. He was rather under sized standing only five foot six with a shaved head hidden under a black beanie and a stern look on his face that was normally softer, but not in this instance as he took in the sight of four of his dead friends lying sprawled across the ground with bullet riddled bodies.

"Zing!" Paris yelled out while firing his Colt Model 733 and managing to score a headshot on a Russian Gangster who was trying to cut across a few of the cars the group had used to barricade the front gates. "I killed it in the face." He gloated while ducking for cover and losing his hat in the process revealing his long blonde hair that was heavily stained with his sweat and sticking to his face.

"We got more coming from the side." Screamed out Jackson as he stood behind a door watching as a teal Bomber pulled into the parking lot before firing off a barrage of rounds from his M60 Light Machine Gun into the vehicle and managing to successfully kill both the driver and passenger with rounds tearing through both their faces, necks, and even shredding the seats to pieces as well.

"GET THE FUCK OUT THERE!" Nico screamed out while looking to a BSU member who'd been rummaging through a crate of supplies and managed to find a weapon that immediately caught his eyes and made him give off a wicked smile.

"GRANATA!" A Russian Soldier yelled out while running for cover with a few Azteca's and a Warrior who looked back at him without needing to know Russian to understand what the gangster meant.

As the group moved to avoid the explosive, they found themselves running directly into a literal line made completely of fire as a BSU member came running out of the warehouse armed with a flamethrower that he quickly used to set the Russian and Azteca's a blaze while the Warrior fell back with serious burns across his right arm and leg.

"Burn bitches burn." The BSU member yelled out as he quickly used the Flamethrower to set an Azteca Tornado a blaze with its occupants still inside and being burned alive, one of which was a Chola who found her hair being set ablaze and leading to the top of her scalp giving off an almost cartoon appearance to some of the BSU members.

"Now that's a sick way to go." Paris spoke out while ducking a series of shots that managed to strike one BSU member in the neck and leave him falling back with a golf ball sized hole where his jugular was located.

"Kate where are our reinforcements." Nico asked while looking back at a blonde-haired woman as she kept her cellphone to her ear while yelling out obscenities.

"I'm working on it." She screamed out herself before giving out a loud scream that caught everyone by surprise as they noticed her falling with four bullets in her chest courtesy of a Warrior who'd managed to sneak inside of the warehouse through the waters.

"Surprise Surprise!" he yelled out in a notable Canadian accent before turning his MP5 on another BSU member and striking him three times in the leg, chest, and arm before ultimately having his chest blown open by another BSU member armed with a Remington 870 Shotgun and falling back in pain.

As the warrior lay across the ground wheezing out blood, the BSU member quickly approached him and stomped on his wound, with little regard for the man or his white shoes that were now turning a shade of pink from mixing with the man's blood, and aimed the weapon at his head.

"SCREW YOU!" He screamed out as loud as his lungs would carry as he unloaded three more slugs into the skull of the fallen Warrior before an explosion from outside quickly caught the attention of everyone who looked back and noticed the BSU member armed with the flamethrower now engulfed in his own flames from a well-placed round striking his tank and leaving him in the same state as he'd left his opposition before him just moments prior.

The sight of their burning comrade didn't leave the BSU members in much fear, but the source of the shot did because on the other side of their charred brother the group could make out the sight of a familiar Ondero standing armed with an SKS Assault Rifle while Cabello, Snapper, T Cell, La Tortura, Lady Casper, and Syke O rushed in beside their comrades to reinforce their lines.

And with their added presence, the BSU members now found themselves on the losing end as Snapper fired off several shots from an AK-74 that struck one BSU member in the chest and arm and left him crumbling up while La Tortura sprayed another BSU member down with her two Uzi's and left Jackson jumping back for cover and watching in fear as a BSU member who was standing on the rooftop of the warehouse took a bullet in the leg and feel to his death head first.

"FALL BACK!" Nico screamed out to the BSU members taking cover outside of the warehouse forcing them to fall back with a few being hit in their backs as they retreated with Paris moving to grab one BSU member by the arm and pulling him into the warehouse.

"Where the fuck did they come from?" Jackson asked with venom in his tone.

"Who cares they're here now and we have a chance to end this war." Nico stated with a hungry look on his face.

"TAKE OUT THE LEADER-!" he started before a violent explosion went off along the side of the warehouse and took out three BSU members in the process while leaving Nico, Jackson, Paris falling back while looking up and noticing a familiar Russian man stepping through the massive hole in the wall armed with an AK-74 that he quickly used to score a headshot on a BSU member who was trying to recover.

Soon the bullets started flying in the warehouse as one BSU member was shot down by another Russian gangster who quickly took a shot to the groin courtesy of Jackson who now found himself dual wielding two Pistols after his M60 was damaged in the explosion.

"By the books Brothers, Defensive Positions." Nico screamed out while shooting down as Azteca as he tried to come through the gate while Paris found himself ducking behind a crate and blindly firing before watching another BSU member be virtually shredded by a barrage of 7.62 Rounds striking his chest while another completely lost his arm courtesy of a charging Syke O.

"FIGHT TO YOUR LAST-!" Nico started before being ultimately silenced by a bullet to the throat courtesy of T-Cell who watched the man fall back clutching his throat wound with both hands.

"I could hear you from out there dumbass." The infected Ondero stated while both Paris and Jackson looked at the fallen Nico with saddened looks on their faces before realization had finally hit them both.

They were the last men standing.

This knowledge left them both with a sinking feeling in the pits of both of their stomachs. Neither wanted a fate like Buck or Davey…so they made their decision.

They would die…like Soldiers.

The Estate

The sound of a fist crashing against the wall could be heard all the way down the hall after Lee angrily slammed his fist against the wall with enough force to put a handprint in the wall.

"They were left to die." The Chinese man let out with venom in his tone.

"There was nothing we could have done to help them." Ren pointed out with sadness in her tone.

"You're still banged up, Mark is AWOL, both Jimmy and Eddie are tied up, and we need all our remaining forces here for if Ernesto comes." she stated in a gentler tone before looking back to Link who stood in the corner with an anger filled look on his face. "Any word from reinforcements?"

"The LS and San Fierro Chapter have successfully landed back home, but they aren't showing any signs of coming back and helping us and the Iceman and his unit can't come to back us up without Mark's order." He stated earning a growl from the Chinese man.

"Damnit brother, where the fuck are you?" Lee whispered out in anger.

Meanwhile

The feeling of a wet fabric whisking across his forehead was all it took to awake the youngest Roman from light nap and upon opening his eyes he immediately caught sight of a familiar redheaded woman standing over him with a concerned look on her face.

"Ali!" Mark started while extending his right arm and rubbing it across the woman's cheek.

"You had a rough day." She pointed out while looking over the many scars and bruises over his injured body before watching him attempt to rise off her couch.

"You shouldn't be moving." Alison ordered only for Mark to ignore her and keep pushing himself off the couch despite the shooting pain that went through his body. "It took me and Sawyer forever to pull you out of your brother's houses before other officers arrive." She stated causing Mark's eyes to widen in shock.

"Martin…how is-." He started before the FIB Agent interrupted him.

"He was taken to a hospital…the same Hospital as Manfred where you have guys watching over them at all hours and swarming the parking lot." She stated earning a slight chuckle from Mark.

"We've lost two brothers' weeks apart, can you really blame them?" He asked earning a noticeable silence from Alison that quickly caught his attention.

"What's wrong?" he asked while giving her a raised brow.

"It was me!" she pointed out to Mark's confusion. "I…I was the first officer on the scene." She started to Mark's further confusion. "I didn't see that it was him pass the smoke-." She continued with Mark already understanding where she was going with her story.

The report was that police were responding to a mass shooting and had shot the shooter as he was pointing his weapon at them.

Now he knew who the shooter was.

"It's not your fault." Mark let out with little emotion in his tone. "I taught you whenever you need to pull your gun don't think twice about using it." He stated causing the woman to eye him closely. "Instinct's kick in better than sight and sometimes the wrong people get hurt."

"Mark…my first kill was Buck." She stated earning a look from the youngest Roman. "It was someone I cared about and loved." She added with tears beginning to form in her eyes.

"Did you shoot him in the head?" he asked earning a raised brow from the woman. "If you didn't shoot him in the head he's not your kill because so many people shot him and you're not sure if your shots would have killed him." He stated earning a look from the woman.

"Don't play that with me Mark, I know what I did…and I know what this means." She stated earning a few seconds of silence from Mark before he moved to rub her right cheek.

"I do…and I hoped this day would never come." He let out to this time her confusion. "I never wanted you to get blood on your hands…especially blood that I brought on you." He added while moving his hands into her own. "Despite this…I still see you as innocent." He continued to her shock.

"You shot Buck, but you didn't do it out of hate, envy, revenge, or personal gain...you made a mistake. Not like a lot of s…so that makes you different." He finished while lowering his head in silent frustration.

"But how do I look at you and the rest with what I've done?" she asked with tears beginning to form in her eyes.

"Like the next time you have to use your gun…you're gonna do whatever you can to save our lives." He answered while giving Alison a half-smile before moving to give her a quick kiss on the forehead.

"I got to go!" he muttered out against her skin only for the woman to shake her head at his response before moving to press her lips against his own for a deep kiss that the youngest Roman refused to break.

After feeling Alison's tongue brushing against his lip, Mark slowly opened his mouth and soon wrestled the woman's tongue while moving to grip her thighs and moving her so that she was straddling his somewhat injured lower half causing him to moan out in pain only for Alison to grab at her belt buckle and undo her pants.

Elsewhere

"Awful lot of security for a small warehouse." Syke O pointed out while standing over the dead bullet riddled bodies of Jackson and Paris with a look of disgust of disgust on his face as he noticed La Tortura kick one of the men in the leg.

"And no surrender in their hearts." LaTortura added while noticing the bullet wound between the eyes of Jackson that was oozing his brains on the floor.

"Give Mark credit, he installed a no surrender die fighting mindset in his soldiers." T-Cell pointed out while Ernesto approached the group with a serious expression on his face.

"Still why fight this hard for some damn port?" Lady Casper asked with a slight chuckle.

"Because this port is the heart of his operation." Ivan pointed out catching everyone's attention.

"Mark has the manpower and resources to setup shop in any city he wants to, but have you ever wondered why he chooses this city for his base of operation in a city that deals with hurricanes and floods like the changing of the seasons?" he asked while the group continued to eye him. "New Arcadia was the third richest city in the America behind Liberty and Dockington in the past because of this very same port. Major battles have been fought over this city and more will come in the future. For whoever controls this city controls the traffic on both sides of the Mississippi." He continued while eyeing the group closely.

"People really believe cities like Sunbelt are the most important cities in the South, but Mark has shown why New Arcadia is more important than all those cities…and the IAA knows this as well. This river effectively cuts this country in half and six major cities sit upon it. Through this Mark has managed to make connections with all of them and spread his BSU influence there as well. " He finished while looked over the many empty crates that surrounded the warehouse.

"So Mark uses this place as a checkpoint to send things up the river to sell?" Syke O asked earning a nod from Ivan.

"Yes…and by taking this place we've put a major hole in his operation and given us a way to get reinforcements into this city without the use of their airport or highways." He stated while looking to Ernesto who'd just gotten a text message from the Sicarios of the Zeros.

"They'll be here within the hour." He stated before turning to Cabello, Snapper, and T-Cell. "NAPD are gonna be thrown off with all the shootings, so I doubt they'll have enough time to come here." He started while the trio of Ondero eyed him closely. "Greet them here and get them up to speed." He stated earning looks from the group.

"Where are all of you going?" T-Cell asked with a raised brow.

"Draw them out of hiding." Ernesto finished while walking away from the group.

Meanwhile

"RAHHH!" Marrick gave out a loud growl of anger before throwing his arm out and having it forced back down by a Caucasian man that was becoming all too familiar with the middle born Roman.

"If you want me to patch you up you're gonna have to stop moving so much." GI Joe retorted in anger as he found himself using a pair of tweezers to pull a ricocheted piece of a bullet out his right arm.

"Why the hell did I call you here?" Marrick asked in anger.

"You had me wondering the same when you called me up." Joe answered after successfully pulling the piece of lead out of Roman's arm and dropping it on the dresser next to his bed then moving to wrap up his arm.

"Don't suppose you've been able to get in contact with Mark?" the BSU member asked earning a growl from Marrick as he finished bandaging his arm.

"No all I know is he better catch up to me." Marrick replied to the man's confusion as he watched the man stand up before moving over to the side of his bed and grabbing his M249 Light Machine with a pain filled groan.

"The fuck Marrick you can't go out there with your injuries." Joe stated while Marrick gave a pain filled chuckle.

"Watch me, I'm going for all of those fuck niggas." Marrick yelled out in anger while tucking a Glock 19 in the back of his pants while GI Joe watched him closely before the door to the bedroom opened up with an African American woman standing in the doorway.

"What?" he asked in anger.

Elsewhere

It was an unfamiliar clacking sound that caught the attention of Alison and caused to widely open her eyes to the sight of a familiar Creole dressing himself up in a set of clothes he'd previously left over at her home with a new bullet proof vest that he donned underneath his white t-shirt.

The FIB Agent could also make out his CM901 Assault Rifle resting on the dresser near her bed with seven magazines of ammunition along with five extended magazines for his M1911.

After getting his belt situated, the clacking sound had soon been replaced by the loud static of her walkie talkie blaring to life giving off various police reports of shootings across the city and after a few turn of the dials from Mark the police chatter had died down and been replaced by various people asking for assistance.

Whenever phones weren't available, BSU members would use a secret channel only known by them to send distress messages. Prior to today it was never used…but days like today it would see an increase in chatter.

"You're going to help them?" Alison asked breaking Mark's concentration and causing him to look back at her with an emotionless expression spread across his face that didn't fold even upon watching the fully nude redhead step from the bed approach him with a serious look on her face.

"I get it…just come home to me." She let out with tears beginning to form in her eyes while Mark merely nodded his head at her before kissing her forehead.

"I always will." He finished before moving to turn around and walk out of the room with Alison who merely lowered her head in anguish.

Metra

"BUST SHIT UP!" yelled out a BSU member of Irish and Mexican from the Sunbelt Chapter as he found himself firing an MP7 Submachine Gun at a group of Azteca's that were running up the street to attack him and his group of BSU members and a small group of Rifa's as they found themselves on the defensive.

"Shit!" yelled out a female BSU member as she dodged a bullet to the head courtesy of a Rifa member knocking her to the ground and firing a well-placed Shotgun shell into the chest of an Azteca and sending him flying back onto the hood of a car.

"Keep your head down hyena." The Rifa member yelled out while firing off two more rounds from his Shotgun and managing to blow the hand off an Azteca before ducking down to avoid a barrage of rounds that struck a dark skinned BSU member who fell back with sixteen rounds in the chest.

"More coming in." The BSU member with the MP5 called out while watching as three dark blue Tornados came speeding towards their location causing the group to each give out anger filled growls.

"You're mine!" called out a BSU member dressed in all-black armed with a Mini Uzi before he jumped out and fired a barrage of rounds into the windshield of the first vehicle successfully killing the driver and passenger and causing the vehicle to crash into a pole.

"NOW!" the BSU member with the MP7 yelled out causing the RIfa members to lift their heads and watch as eight BSU members armed with Assault Rifles and Molotov Cocktails catching the Azteca's by surprise.

"WIPE UM OUT!" he continued before watching the BSU members tossed the incendiaries onto the car full of Azteca's while the other members started lighting them up with fire and lead from all sides.

"Fucking bullshitters!" yelled out an Azteca female before she took a shot to the side of the head courtesy of the female BSU member while the last three Aztecas were each shot in their backs trying to flee.

"Enemy Cleared." The finished while lowering his weapon with and letting out a sigh of relief before being approached by the Rifa with the Shotgun.

"Nice plan." He stated while extending his hand to the BSU member.

"Wouldn't have been able to pull it through without you and your homies backing us up." he replied earning a nod from the Rifa.

"Don't suppose this is over?" he asked earning a chuckle from the BSU member.

"Nah, they may be hitting us with overwhelming force…but none of us are going down without a fight." He replied while giving the Rifa a wide sadistic smile.

Meanwhile

While this battle was over more battles were raging across the metropolitan area, some not going so well in the BSU favor, as was the case with this battle taking place Jenner as three BSU members hit the ground each with bullet wounds riddling their bodies while another member moved to take cover beside his pickup truck with another BSU member covering him with an MP7 Submachine Gun.

"Damn, they're everywhere." The man with the MP7 screamed out while managing to get a headshot on a Azteca member who'd peeked his head out from along the side of his car at the wrong moment.

"AH!" the man with the MP7 yelled out after taking a bullet to the shoulder courtesy of a Russian Gangster firing an P90.

"Jeff-." The man beside him called out before screaming out in pain himself as he felt a bullet pass through his abdomen after another Russian armed with an AK-47 sprayed the vehicle they were using for cover and with the force of the powerful 7.62 rounds it turned their hiding spot into nothing.

"Damn!" the man breathed out while clutching his wound as the sound of footsteps approaching immediately caught both men's attention and caused them to look up into the cold eyes of the two Russian gangsters over them with both of their weapons trained on them speaking out in Russian.

"Please!" Jeff started only to watch a smile spread across the AK wielders face before he lifted the weapons to the man's head, then in a display of gore that caught them all by surprise his head was completely blown apart from almost out of nowhere.

"What the fuck!" the other Russian screamed out before turning his head and being met with the sight of a dark haired man standing behind him pointing a G36C directly at his skull.

"You stare like a ram!" Eddie spoke out before squeezing the trigger and watching as the side of the man's head was completely blown off with him falling to the ground with a loud thump.

"Good work." Came a familiar voice to both men who lifted their heads and noticed a familiar redheaded man approaching them with a serious look on his face and carrying an M110 Sniper Rifle in his hands.

"Jimmy, we're glad to see you both." Jeff spoke out while continuing to clutch his shoulder. "One more second and we would have been toast." He added while looking to his comrade who seemed paralyzed and silenced in pain and shock at the massive bullet wound in his side before lifting his head and watching Jimmy lean down beside him to look him in the eyes.

"Don't worry we're gonna get you guys out of here and patched up." He declared before earning a nod from the bleeding man.

"Where are two coming from?" Eddie asked with a raised brow.

"Jenner Suburbs!" Jeff started. "We were sent to pick up our guys from the apartment complex there, but we got ambushed by the Russians." He finished.

"That was X-Rays Group, any of them survive?" Jimmy asked earning a raised brow from the man.

"No, they died trying to get us out." Jeff replied earning a look of anger from Jimmy. "Hopefully you guys got better news then us." He added with a half-smile trying to lighten the mood.

"We lost contact with Mark, Manfred's been shot, Lee and Task are injured to all hell, and now with X-Ray and his team gone we're now done to us, Spazz, and Preston's as the only Militia Teams in the city." He replied earning solemn looks from both men.

"Oh man this is it…I just wanted to listen to punk rock." Jeff started prompting Jimmy to look away from the man just as his walkie talkie came to life with a voice on the other end.

"You got something for me Spazz?" Jimmy asked with little emotion in his tone.

"Yeah…we found Skippy and the rest." The voice on the other end of the device started with little emotion in his tone.

Despite being miles away from the man, Jimmy could almost picture Spazz as he found himself leaning over the remains of two fallen BSU members. Both were of Caucasian descent, but both of their bodies were now completely colorless as ghost with one member laying with his back against the wall and several knife wounds across his body while the last was hanging from a hook on the wall with various scars and cuts covering his own body.

"Looks like they were tortured." Spazz stated while approaching the body of Skippy and noticing him also missing both his legs, arm, and the massive drill wound in the side of his head. "Judging by the injuries…I doubt they broke." He added earning a nod from Jimmy.

"We'll come back for them later-." Jimmy started before Spazz cut him off.

"That's not the only reason we called you brother…we caught the fuckers who were doing this as they came out of the place." He started earning a look from Eddie. "By the looks of the tattoos and weapons these guys are carrying they aren't Aztecas." He added earning a raised brow from Jimmy before his cellphone started to ring causing him to put Spazz on hold in order to answer the call.

"Bray report!" Jimmy ordered before the sound of a gunshot caught everyone's attention and caused them to turn to the Irish-Jew.

"I don't think your man's going to be doing much reporting after taking a headshot." Stated Ivan as he quickly moved to stand over the headless remains of a BSU member who'd taken a direct shot from Ernesto's .44 Magnum.

"You should know it's not good to call me off one of our guy's phones…you never know whose sharing their location." Jimmy replied with little emotion in his tone while Ivan merely chuckled at his response.

"Whether you have my location or not doesn't really matter to me does it?" Ivan asked earning a look from Eddie. "Your miles away from me, not that that matters, most of your Militia Teams are either dead, wounded, or occupied, and again that doesn't matter." He continued with a chuckle.

"What does matter than Ruskie?" Jimmy asked with venom in his tone.

"Tell me what hole your boss is holed up in…and you can save whatever brothers you have left." Ivan ordered earning a chuckle and a few seconds of silence from the man.

"You didn't receive his message?" Jimmy asked earning raised brows from Eddie, Jeff, and the other BSU members. "You remember the swamps where we got that asshole Eddy…he's waiting for you there." He stated earning a slight smile from Ivan.

"You expect us to believe that?" Ivan asked.

"Whether my brothers there or not don't matter…just know that I'll be there and I'll be ready to put your reputation to the test." He added earning a chuckle from Ivan.

"Even if you're trying to trap me…you can't expect to come out of this alive?" Ivan asked with a chuckle.

"Guess we'll just have to see." Jimmy finished before hanging up his phone and sending a look over to a confused Eddie who watched him walk over to the side of the car.

"Brother, load up the wounded here and report back the Estates." he ordered earning a raised brow from the man.

"You don't expect me to just let you do this alone?" Eddie asked before hearing a loud clacking and watching as the man pulled a Barrett M107 Sniper Rifle from the back of the vehicle and loaded a fresh magazine inside.

"All I need is one shot with this." Jimmy stated with little emotion in his tone.

Elsewhere

"Well looks like we know where to go." Ivan stated while turning to Ernesto.

"It's more than likely a trap and why risk getting sprung in a trap for nothing if not Mark?" La Tortura asked to which Ivan merely responded by nodding his head.

"I'm expecting it to be a trap, but the ginger will be there and if we capture or kill him Mark will have to come out of hiding." Ivan declared while eyeing the group closely. "We've been hitting them, but they've put been putting up heavier resistance than I expected. We don't have to ask each other what our casualties are looking like." Ivan stated earning a nod from Ernesto.

He didn't need to ask about either of their causalities because Ernesto knew they were all holding on by a string. The Cambodians had been wiped out, the Ballas have more then likely fled, or all been killed, his Aztecas were damn near twelve, and Ivan's Russians were even less than that.

"Waiting for reinforcements is for the best, but I still don't trust this guys information." Ernesto let out with some concern in his tone.

"Then let me go see how real it is." Syke O declared earning the attention of both men. "I can sneak around there and if I spot Mark, I'll get back to you and let everything know that it is real." He added earning a nod from Ernesto. "Take La Tortura and Lady Casper with you." He added earning a nod from the man.

"And what will you be doing?" Ivan asked while folding his arms over his chest.

"I've got to see to someone." Ernesto responded with little emotion in his tone before moving to walk out of the room with a serious look on his face while Ivan a slight smile before the sound of his cellphone vibrating immediately caught his attention and caused his eyes to widen and his mouth to twist into a sick smile.

Liddell

RING

RING

RING

The sound of Ren's phone going off immediately caught the attention of everyone who turned to face the Japanese woman in hopes that she was on the line with their fearless leader. Her facial expression proved overwise though.

"Now isn't a good time Joe." she stated with some anger in her tone while putting her phone on speaker.

"We got a serious problem right now." GI Joe spoke out with anger of his own filling the other side of the phone.

"Tell us something we don't know right now." She replied while rubbing her forehead.

"Mark's brother has lost it." he answered to the confusion of everyone. "Someone gave him a tip about some Ondero's and Azteca's camping out at the Bait and Tackle shop and he's on his way and I'm his only backup." He added while Lee angrily looked to the phone with a growl.

"Where the hell are you then?" the Chinese man asked.

"About two cars behind him trying to keep up. He isn't answering his phone, calling for backup, or listening to reason. All he wants to do is kill." The BSU member finished while turning a corner in hopes of keeping up with Marrick as he tore down the streets in his all-black Baller.

"Damn it!" Lee let out in anger.

"Stay with him Joe, I'm gonna route any remaining Militia Unit in your area to the Bait and Tackle." Ren replied while looking through her phone to the confusion of everyone.

"I'm going!" Lee yelled out in anger while moving to step off his bed with an anger filled snarl.

"You can't be serious." Ren pointed out while eyeing the man closely.

"You heard him, Ondero's, meaning possible Ernesto." The Chinese man pointed out with little emotion in his tone. "If we can take him out this war is over."

"You're too hurt Lee and we can't risk dividing our forces." Ren stated while the group eyed her closely while his own eyes turned to Link who merely nodded his head at him.

"I get you want to be out there right now, but we have to let them handle themselves." Link added earning a growl from the man.

"Mark…where the hell are you?"

Meanwhile

"How the fuck did I get here?"

This was the thought going through the minds of five BSU members as they each found themselves being forced onto their knees courtesy of seven armed Mexican men who stood over them speaking Spanish while keeping their weapons trained on them.

The group didn't understand what was being said…but they didn't have to know to understand that they were all about to die.

At least most of the BSU members couldn't understand what was being said.

However Liam could.

At first glance one wouldn't suspect the Dockington born man of Greek and Irish descent of knowing fluent Spanish. It mostly came from him minoring in Spanish while he attended West Dockington University and working in the kitchen of a restaurant as a dishwasher amongst the mostly Mexican born dishwashers.

He could understand the men word for word. He doubted they were Aztecas or Vagos from how they spoke with one another, but one thing was certain…they would all be dying by them.

After a few moments of watching a back and forth between the groups Liam then felt himself having his arm grabbed from behind along with the BSU member beside him, Griffin, and then being forcibly pulled away from the other BSU members who yelled in protest as the two men were forced out of the house and into the backyard where they were immediately knocked into a kneeling position by two of their attackers who proceeded to stand over them clutching machetes.

"Oh god!" Griffin whimpered out with fear filling his voice as he took in the sight of the blade before the gangster moved to raise the weapon over his head.

Just as he moved to bring it down though a loud splatting caught everyone off-guard as they noticed a rather tennis ball sized hole in the side of the man's neck that sprayed blood in the eyes of his comrade who fell back with three bullets to his chest and left him falling back next to Liam who looked on in confusion before lifting his head and watching as a familiar man approached them both with a serious look on his face.

"Where are the rest of them?" Mark asked with venom in his tone before the BSU members pointed back at the house.

"Watch and learn!" Mark ordered earning mixed looks from the group who lifted their heads and watched as the man pulled a Smoke Grenade from his back pocket with his left hand while looking through the thermal scope he had attached to his weapon.

He was able to make out the remaining BSU members, mostly because they were all handcuffed and on their knees with the Mexican Nationals standing over them talking amongst each other. However, he could also make out a pair of men in the upper room with another person who appeared to be lying down.

"Fire in the hole." Mark whispered out before pulling the pin on the smoke grenade and tossing it into the upper floor window, shattering it, and catching everyone else in the house off guard while those upstairs immediately started to cough violently from the smoke.

"HONEY I'M HOME!" Mark yelled out before kicking open the front door and firing off several shots into the living room that struck the Mexican national closest to the door with a barrage of rounds to his spine and the back of his head, instantly killing him and staining the other surviving BSU members in his blood.

Just as another man moved to yell out in Spanish and raise his weapon he fell back with a bullet to the skull courtesy of one of the handcuffed BSU members who picked a Pistol off the fallen Mexican National while the last turned to fire on the other man only be stabbed in the back of his knee courtesy of the other men while Mark looked on with a half-smile before moving to make his way upstairs just as the blast of a Shotgun went off from upstairs.

"Shit!" Mark yelled out before kicking down the door to the smoke filled room where the Shotgun blast had originated and took in the sight of one of the Mexican men moving to aim the weapon in his direction.

The Creole had the quicker trigger finger though as he fired off a well-placed 7.62 Round into the man's bicep causing the muscle to almost explode after getting hit and leaving the man screaming out in pain before another bullet passed through his mouth and out the back of his neck.

He then turned his Rifle on the last man who quickly raised his hands up in fear and started to speak out to the youngest Roman in Spanish.

"I surrender!" He called out with Mark moving to turn his attention to the third person in the room only to take in the sight of something he'd wished he never seen.

"Oh no!" Mark whispered out while looking down at the third figure and immediately feeling his heart starting to sink in his chest.

Gurgling

That was the first sound the surviving BSU members could make out as they entered the upstairs room and took in the sight of Mark standing over a half-naked woman, who'd clearly been a victim of sexual assault, choking on her own blood that was spewing from a large gash across her throat.

"Madison!" one of the BSU members choked out with sadness filling their voice and tears falling freely from their eyes as they looked on at the struggling girl who looked up to Mark with tear filled pleading eyes that the Creole leader immediately nodded his head at before placing his Pistol to the top of the woman's head then pulling the trigger.

His actions left many of the BSU members jumping in shock, but not so much surprise. They knew the girl was suffering and none of them really had the guts to do it. Mark however was their leader, he could make the tough decisions…no matter how bad it hurt him mentally and emotionally.

"Ah Ah!" the surrendering man spoke out causing Mark to slowly turn his head in the man's direction and eye him closely before charging over and striking him over the head with the butt of his Rifle and knocking him to the floor.

"Por Favor!" the man called out while placing his hands over his head.

"Enough with that talk." Mark demanded while stomping down on the man's chest as hard as he could. "Who do you work for?" he added earning a few seconds of silence from the man.

"Zeros!" the man let out earning a nod from the youngest Roman.

"So you're joining in this battle as well…I see." He added in a low monotone voice before turning his attention back the stunned BSU members before his eyes immediately fell on the one who looked the most saddened by the death of the girl.

He was a rather young, short Caucasian man with a military style buzzcut, dark blue eyes that were filled with tears, and blood covered clothing. He wasn't apart of Mark's militia, as with the others, but today would be his day.

"You what's your name soldier?" Mark asked while looking to the man who looked up at him with a raised brow and a tear in his eyes.

"Gregory Recko!" he let out with little emotion in his tone.

"That girl…she's not one of us so who was she to you and why is she here?" Mark asked without even looking to the man.

"Her name is…her name was Madison…and she was my sister." He let out with more sadness filling his voice. "With everything going on…I thought she'd be safer under us, so I picked her up from school, brought her here, and…oh my God this is all my fault." He let out earning more silence from Mark as he gripped the sides of his head in anguish.

"This isn't your fault brother." Mark let out earning a few seconds of silence from the man and more stunned looks from the other BSU members. "You did what a big brother is supposed to do, you protected your sister, but these…monsters who call themselves warriors." He stated earning a look from the man.

"This isn't on you…but this bastard who would sit back and rape an innocent woman just for shits and giggles." Mark yelled out before stomping down on the man's neck as he tried to get a word out.

"You have a choice to make Gregory Recko." Mark stated while looking back to the eye the man with only his left in a booming manner. "Will you let this sick fuck, this coward, live after what he and his amigos did to your sister?" Mark asked with little emotion in his tone.

"Or will you judge him now for his crimes against humanity, for the suffering he's caused, and for killing your sister?" Mark asked with venom in his tone to the shock of everyone else in the room. "I am giving you a choice now Gregory Recko, take control of your life and your actions, and punish him for his actions." He yelled out while looking over to a machete on the floor of the room and watching as the BSU member picked up the weapon and quickly pounced on the prone man and proceeded to hack and slash into his body while Mark and the other BSU members looked on with mixed expressions donning all their faces.

"He is only the start, there are countless others like him that have invaded our city. They out there right now killing our brothers, hurting our loved ones, and celebrating like all is well." Mark spoke out while looking to the other BSU members who eyed him closely.

"It's time we hunt them all down." Mark ordered before watching as the head of the Zero member came flying across the room with Recko standing in front of Mark with a serious look on his face.

"Where do we start?"

New Arcadia Police Department

The station was a frenzy of activity that Alison had already braced herself for prior to walking through the doors of the prescient. Her car radio was a buzz with various shootings and emergency response request almost every ten minutes as the streets of New Arcadia found themselves once again a warzone as battles were waged throughout Uptown with little regard for those caught in the crossfire.

So far there had been a report of at least three civilians' casualties who'd been caught in the crossfire between the two sides with another dozen injured and thousands of dollars in property damage also being reported by the mayor.

"Trueblood!" Locke called out catching the attention of the woman of stopping her from meeting with the other FIB Agents with Steve briefing them on the current events. "A word!" he stated causing Alison to approach him with a raised brow.

"Any good news?" she asked hoping for the best.

"Considering we've got shootouts all across the city between Mark's guys and what looks like every criminal organization known to the FIB Database I don't think so." He stated earning a shake of the head from the woman.

"So what are we doing to slow them down?" She asked with a seriousness in her tone before Locke grabbed her by her arm and pulled her into his office where he immediately locked his door without noticing another FIB Agent eyeing them as they went inside.

"Words come down from the top they want to remove Mark and any of his lieutenants from the streets again. They don't have any evidence to hold them other then his crew and his businesses being at the heart of the attacks, so they're saying this Is for their own safety." He stated earning a look from the woman.

"We can't bring them in, right now Mark and the others have the advantage of their enemies not knowing where they are." She stated with anger in her tone. "If we bring them here we put them all and everyone here at risk." She added while Locke nodded his head. "The people attacking them aren't just local gangsters they're more of a serious threat." she finished earning a nod from Locke.

"Considering we're identifying corpses with Canadian, Mexican, and even Russian identifications from the FIB Database, I can't say I don't believe you." He replied before the door of his office swung open and the duo noticed a familiar man standing in the doorway with a serious look on his face.

"Anything I should be brought to speed upon Captain Locke?" Steve asked with little emotion in his tone. "Anything you can bring to Agent Trueblood you should be able to bring to me as well…we're all on the same side aren't we." he added with some malicious in his tone.

"Just filling her in on the orders that have come down from the top brass." Locke stated while Steven nodded his head at the man's response.

"This is an FIB operation Captain, so I'd appreciate it if you stayed in your place." Steve stated earning an angry look from Locke while his eyes immediately fell on Alison. "Gear up Agent Trueblood we're on the move." He ordered earning a raised brow from the woman.

"On the move against who?" she asked with a raised.

"You'll know when we get there." Steve let out with venom in his tone.

Meanwhile

The East

This was the thought going through Jimmy's head as he found himself sitting inside one of the damaged trailers that remained from the groups battle with the AV members.

The wind was coming in from the east, more than likely from the storm that was approaching them from the east. It wasn't a big one, not big enough for them to worry about, but it was enough to give him an advantage in the battle.

His location was perfect he'd be able to see them coming before anyone saw him and with the way the various homes and campers were placed, he'd be able to move around somewhat freely before getting spotted.

Being quick and elusive would be his tools that would keep him alive right now.

Without question, his first target to will be Ivan. Even if he couldn't score a headshot on the man, the powerful .50 BMG rounds would tear through wherever they hit him and even take off a limb.

A hobbled enemy was a lot better for them than an able bodied one.

Next would be Ernesto!

He didn't care about a final showdown between Mark and Ernesto and he didn't care about a battle between Mark and Ivan. He didn't care about any battles or showdowns…only the end result.

After a few more minutes of scanning the land, the sound of car engines approaching in the distance indicating the arrival of his enemy.

"Alright…it's showtime." Jimmy whispered out while looking through the scope of his Sniper Rifle off in the distance where he could make out the forms of several figures slowly approaching him, but as they got closer to him his eyes with wide with anger.

The sides had been to battle against each other long enough to know the battle profiles and skillsets of their opponents without question. The group knew he was a Sniper, and one of the best BSU had. His eyes were his greatest asset.

But now his eyes were deceiving him.

As the figures drew closer, Jimmy could easily make out one detail all of them had made his situation more problematic…each was wearing a black mask that completely covered their faces, their clothing was almost the exact same, tattoos were also covered, and they were moving in complete silence.

"Damn…I wasn't expecting this." Jimmy whispered out while continuing to scan the group in hopes of finding a character flaw that would differentiate one from those he knew. Whether it was height, body type, or even movements but there weren't any signs of this. "Guess I'm gonna have to use my trump card." He added before pulling a detonator out the back of his pocket while continuing to watch the group get closer.

As Jimmy kept his finger on the detonator another set of eyes were watching the group of figures as they slowly approached remains of the shantytown.

"I don't like sending him out there." La Tortura stated while her and Lady Casper continued to watch from the sidelines as Syke O and eight other Azteca's slowly approached the ruined shantytown with anxiety and fear filling their hearts.

Neither Ernesto or Ivan were here with them, which was good on their part. Jimmy was a Sniper and he was more than likely hiding somewhere plotting to cut the head off the snake.

He didn't know it yet, but he wouldn't be doing that today.

"If I can't get a confirmed kill on the one, I want…may as well take out as many I can." he whispered out while folding up his Sniper Rifle before moving to walk out the back door of the building only for an explosion to go off in the distance that quickly caught his attention along with La Tortura and Lady Casper.

"Not too bright still." Jimmy whispered out while moving to run out the backdoor of the trailer he was using for cover and noticing a smoke cloud coming from one of the buildings from where a group of Azteca's who were trying to flank the area.

"He'd setup booby traps." Syke O yelled out with venom in his tone as another explosion went off that sent a group of Azteca's flying while Jimmy traversed the maze of ruined motor homes as fast as his legs would take him.

"I got him!" came a new voice that caused the redheaded man to turn his head and notice another Azteca creeping out from the side of one building preparing to raise his weapon in his direction.

"SHIT!" Jimmy whispered out while falling back to avoid the shots, drawing his Pistol, and firing off three shots that hit the man in the side of his head and neck with 9mm rounds. "They're trying to box me in." he added while slowly moving to crawl under a trailer to avoid a group of Azteca's that were giving chase while La Tortura and Lady Casper quickly turned a corner in hopes of catching the man only to notice another group of Azteca's be blown away in a fiery blast from underneath a trailer.

"Damn he's got this whole place rigged…this shit is dangerous." Lady Casper yelled out just as another explosion went off that brought a smile to the face of Jimmy as he continued to run and quickly caught sight of Lee's Dominator parked underneath a sun shed.

Just before the man could reach the vehicle though he was quickly knocked off his feet courtesy of Syke O who shouldered tackled the man from behind and knocked him to the ground with a vicious growl.

"No more running and no more hiding Puto!" he yelled out at the top of his lungs while moving to raise his MP5 to the face of Jimmy who followed a move he'd seen Mark and Lee do and uppercut the barrel of the gun as hard as he could forcing Syke O's shot to go off in the air.

He then followed up by throwing a right jab into the man's groin causing him to somewhat double over and instantly take in the sight of Jimmy reaching for his Pistol. The Irish Jew was too slow for the Azteca member who quickly recovered and followed Jimmy's action by throwing a punch to the BSU members hand and knocking the gun away then following up with a punch to the side of the man's head that immediately left Jimmy doubling over.

Just as Syke O moved to take advantage and pounce on him, Jimmy lifted his leg and knocked Syke O back before responding with a shoulder tackle that pushed the man back and backed them both up against a trailer throwing punches at each other before a loud beeping noise caught both of their attention.

"OH SHIT!" Both men yelled out in unison before pushing each other away before the trailer went up in a violent explosion that sent them both flying backwards with Jimmy landing a few inches away from Lee's car and Syke O landing falling on his back next to a set of steps.

"Ah son of a bitch!" the Azteca member groaned out while moving to lift himself up only to feel a sharp pain in his right thigh that caused him to look down with blurry vision and notice a small piece of shrapnel sticking out the top of his thigh.

Not only did he notice the piece of shrapnel sticking out of his own body, but he also noticed an injured Jimmy, with small pieces of shrapnel sticking out the back of his bullet proof, crawling towards the car with heavy breaths.

Most of the shrapnel had managed to pierce his bulletproof vest, but there were a few that had gotten deep enough to rip through enough of his skin to not damage organs. The pain was excruciating to Jimmy, but he knew he would be in a worse situation if he allowed himself to be captured.

He would retreat and live to fight another day…at least in his mind.

Syke O knew he couldn't allow Jimmy to escape and through sheer will he forced himself up onto his own two feet and started to look for a weapon he could use on the man. Neither of their guns were in sight, but his eyes soon fell upon a lead pipe that been detached from one of the buildings.

"I'll cave in his skull." Skye O slowly spat out while picking up the weapon and slowly making his way over to Jimmy who'd managed to open the door of the vehicle and was slowly starting to climb inside.

"Aloha Amigo." Syke O yelled out earning Jimmy's attention and causing him to look back and take in the sight of the man standing just a few inches away from him with a pipe in his hands. "You think you can just slither away from all of this?" he asked in venom while moving to raise the weapon over the head of Jimmy.

Just as he moved to bring it down on the head of the redheaded BSU member he was caught off guard as Jimmy kicked the door open striking his injured leg and causing him to fall back while Jimmy started the vehicle and quickly drove off with La Tortura and Lady Casper running over to the injured Skye O.

Meanwhile

The sound of his bedroom door opening was the first thing that caught the attention of Felix as he found himself slowly turning his head and watching as a familiar man walked into his room with a serious look on his face.

"Carnale!" Felix let out with a pained filled voice while watching as Ernesto slowly approached his bed with a serious look on his face. "You here to kill me for what happened to Miguel?" he asked earning a few seconds of silence from the man before he watched him take a seat in the chair across from him.

"There is only so much you could do for someone as reckless as Miguel with three broken vertebrae." the Ondero pointed out while eyeing the man closely. "Mark really did it to you." he added causing Felix to look away from him.

"What I learned from Lee doesn't really apply to someone like Mark." Felix replied before looking back at Ernesto with an emotionless look on his face. "Keep that in mind when you go against him." He added earning a slight scoff from Ernesto.

"That's one of the reasons I'm here." He started causing Felix to look at him with a raised brow. "Mark and the rest of the BSU leadership is injured and in hiding and I need to know where they possibly could be hiding." Ernesto stated earning a raised brow from Felix.

"They're not hiding." Felix let out earning a look from Ernesto.

"Don't fuck with me Felix-." He started only for the man to cut him off.

"I'm not fucking with you Carnale." Felix started earning mixed looks from the group. "Injured or not, there no way Mark is in hiding. With everything that's happened to everyone around him…there's no way he's just sitting down hiding." He stated with a serious look on his face.

"Mark is doing small scale damage to your operation. He's doing damage neither you nor your those around you will see." He continued while Ernesto eyed him closely. "Mark is from New Arcadia Ernesto, and he survived the storm…he knows the lasting effect of small-scale damage can have on things." He finished while Ernesto eyed him closely.

Elsewhere

The overlapping sound of police sirens seemed to be the only thing Alison could hear as she found herself riding in the passenger seat of Steve's Squad car with an emotionless look on her face as the man tore up the streets with a convoy of other FIB vehicles following behind him.

"Can you now tell me where we're going?" the female FIB Agent asked with her annoyance finally coming to an all-time high with the man.

"I got a tip on several armed men wearing BSU clothing moving large wooden crates out in this neighborhood." He stated earning a raised brow from the woman. "I think Mark and his men are rearming and if this tip is solid not only will we catch them in the act, but we'll have enough to build a federal case on them." He finished earning a nod and a raised brow from the woman.

"But what about-!" she started just before a violent explosion went off in the distance that kicked up a black cloud of smoke that immediately caught the attention of all the officers who each looked on with wide eyes before Steve slammed on the gas petal of his vehicle and sent it rocketing towards the place of the explosion only to turn a corner and look on with wide eyes as twelve armed Mexican men aiming high powered weapons at a flaming home.

The sight of the police vehicles pulling up quickly caught the attention of the group with one man turning his AK-47 on Steve's vehicle and firing a barrage of bullets that forced Alison grab Steve and duck for cover as the powerful 7.62 Rounds tore through the vehicle.

"Damn!" Alison yelled out as she felt a bullet fly by her arm and leave a rather ugly scar across her upper right arm.

"We've been engaged!" Steve yelled out at the top of his lungs over his walkie talkie.

As those words left his mouth, the other FIB Agents from the convoy quickly jumped out with their weapons drawn and quickly started to engage the Cartel gunmen while Alison and Steve climbed out of their bullet riddled vehicle with fear filled expressions that only magnified as they watched an FIB Agent take a bullet to the jaw and fall back with blood spewing down his face.

"Drop your weapon!" yelled out one Officer before he lifted up a Remington Shotgun and blew out the chest of one of the gumen and knocking him back before falling back as two bullets hit him in the side.

"GRENADE LAUNCHER!" one officer yelled out forcing Alison and Steve to move as a violent explosion went off that destroyed one of the FIB vehicles and sent three officers flying through the air with missing limbs.

"SHIT!" Alison called out while lifting her head and watching as a Mexican man in his early twenties walked out from the group armed with an M4A1 Assault Rifle with a Grenade Launcher attachment and immediately moved to shoot down two more officers.

"These guys aren't Azteca's?" Steve asked with a raised brow while Alison continued to look at the injured man with a disgusted look on her face before watching another officer get hit in the back as he tried to crawl away.

"Everyone take cover!" Alison screamed out at the top of her lungs before drawing her Beretta and firing off three shots that managed to hit one man in the upper arm and just below his vest while her next hit a man in the right leg.

"Damn it these guys are wearing armor." She called out while watching Steve reached into the backseat of one of the FIB vehicles and managed to pull out an MK-556 Assault Rifle and prepared to take aim at their attackers.

His first shots went true and managed to connect against the side of one man's neck while his next shot went off target but still managed to connect against one man's chest with the velocity of the 5.56 rounds breaking three of the man's ribs without piercing his vest.

"Tough armor!" Steve yelled out while continuing to laydown shots with Alison who moved to avoid a barrage of rounds while sticking her hand out and blindly firing off four more rounds that managed to strike another man in the side before half of his face was blown off by a Shotgun blast from one of the remaining officers.

"Sons of bitches…Frank was three days from retirement you assholes." he yelled out while continuing to rack his Shotgun like a madman before falling down after taking seven shots from the man with the high powered Rifle who quickly moved to turn his weapon on Alison who looked on with a scared expression spread across her face.

"I won't be able to dodge it-." She whispered out with fear filling her voice, but this fear only faded once she watched the man's neck explode outward courtesy of a bullet hitting the man from out of nowhere.

"Shit!" she called out in surprise before watching another man armed with an MP5 move to aim his Rifle in the direction of the shooter only to be hit first in the left side of his chest then finally in the side of the head.

"Who's doing the shooting?" Steve asked with some shock in his voice as he watched one man run to get to cover only to be shot in the left knee causing him to fall to the ground yelling out in agonizing pain before being shot once again in the center of the back, not killing him, but leaving him completely paralyzed as his spinal cord was severed from the force of the bullet.

"Drop your weapons and get on the ground." Alison yelled out while lifting her Pistol then watching as the remaining men eyed her closely before one of them fell to the ground with a bullet to the abdomen courtesy of the unseen Sniper who Steve was scanning the area for.

After a few seconds of debating the remaining men did as ordered and dropped their weapons before falling to the ground on their knees, allowing the remaining officers to run in, and quickly start to handcuff all of them while the sound of approaching police sirens went off in the distance.

"Thank you!" Alison mouthed with a hint of happiness in her tone as she sent a look in the direction of a nearby home and noticed a figure standing up and walking around with his face shrouded by a black mask.

The Prescence of Alison did hinder Mark's plan but didn't completely stop it. With the NAPD and FIB now being aware of the Zero's invasion in the city, the two law enforcement agencies should work with other agencies and shift their focus on the Zeros and maybe even increase their own prescence on the borders against the group.

And maybe even target the Azteca's as well seeing as they were actively working alongside the group

It was a longshot but the youngest Roman needed this gamble to work.

For the sake of all his men.

17th Ward

Things at Mackey's Bait and Tackle seemed still and calm to Snapper as he found himself cracking open one of the many crates that was being housed in the warehouse of the fishing store only to give a loud grunt of anger as he took in the sight of yet another empty crate.

When the group had first arrived, they'd watched as the fallen BSU members, whose bodies had now been stacked in a corner at the far end of the warehouse, pull weapons from out of a few of the crates meaning that some did hold weapons.

But this wasn't the case with them.

As every crate the group opened seemed to just either be filled with actual fishing supplies or were completely empty, as was the case with him now.

"Another empty one." The Ondero spoke out with venom in his tone.

"You expected them to leave us with anything in death?" T-Cell asked with some amusement in his tone before reaching into his back pocket and pulling out a hand grenade that was attached to a string at the pin. "Some of these crates are booby trapped as well… we should probably stop looking into them blindly." He added earning a scoff from the man.

"Fucking Bullshitters." Scrapper let out while watching as Cabello approached the duo with a serious look on his face.

"We won't need their weapons to fight them in less than half an hour." The Ondero stated earning raised brows from the group. "The rest of the Zeroes are on their way and more Paul's Warriors are also in route." He stated earning a look from T-Cell.

"I still don't like the idea of working with those savages." T-Cell stated earning a look from Snapper.

"Can't be any different from someone knowingly infecting his enemy with an uncurable disease." Snapper shot back earning an anger filled look from T-Cell who quickly responded with a comeback of his own.

"A slow painful death to my enemies is nothing compared to a group that promotes rape and mass genocide." The infected Ondero shot back earning a slight nod from Cabello.

"I don't like working with them as well." Cabello started with little emotion in his tone. "But if we're gonna to kill the Nero of the South we're gonna need everyone who's willing to take a shot at him." He stated earning a slight chuckle from Snapper.

"All of this just to kill one man." He stated with a slight smile.

"One man and his family of annoying-." T-Cell started before an explosion went off at the front of the warehouse that caught the attention of the three Ondero's and the surviving South Siders who each started to make their way outside the warehouse where they watched with mixed looks as an all-black Baller slammed through the gates and ran down an Azteca who didn't have enough time to get out of the way.

"I'm here!" Marrick yelled out before bringing the vehicle to a screeching halt and hopping out with his AK-47 clutched tightly and racking off a barrage of rounds that struck one man five times in the chest and another in the abdomen, spilling his guts across the dirt covered ground.

"You had annoying family right." Snapper yelled out while drawing his Mini Uzi and firing a barrage of rounds at Marrick who avoided the shots as they ripped through the back of the vehicle.

"He's not the Roman we wanted, but I've been waiting to put this Mayate in the ground." Cabello spoke out while lifting his M16A2 before ducking for cover as Marrick sent another barrage of rounds at the group that managed to strike one Vago in the back several times.

"You assholes want to invade my city and put my brother in the hospital…I'm gonna put you all in the belly of an alligator!" Marrick screamed out while shooting another Vago in the center of the head before moving to duck back down and reload his weapon just as the windows of his vehicle were blown open courtesy of T-Cell.

"You shouldn't have come here alone amigo." The infected Ondero yelled out with a sick smile. "Your brother and his friends ain't here to bail you out of this." He added in anger while firing off several shots at Marrick who was fumbling trying to reload his Assault Rifle before drawing his Pistol and blindly firing at the group.

"Fuck you!" Marrick screamed out earning a slight smile from T-Cell as he put the middle born Roman in the crosshairs of his weapon, but before he could pull the trigger he watched in shock as the man's head beside him was blown completely off.

"Marrick…this way!" GI Joe screamed out as loud as his lungs could carry his voice as he raised his M203 Machine Gun and fired off another barrage of rounds that struck down two more Aztecas and a Chola with her hair pinned up with a barrage of rounds while the rest took cover behind a series of cars.

"Fucking bitch!" Marrick yelled out before running towards the BSU member who provided him with covering fire before he finally reached him.

"Alright get inside we're leaving-." Joe started before watching as Marrick opened the back of Joe's vehicle, pulled a Hand Grenade from one of his bags, and tossed it in the direction of T-Cell and the others.

"We're not leaving until they're dead." Marrick yelled out while raising his AK and striking the last Azteca in the head leaving T-Cell, Snapper, and Cabello as the only remaining survivors and forcing them back into the warehouse for cover.

"Those Putos are dead." Snapper roared out with venom in his tone only for T-Cell to catch his attention with a smile.

"Yeah they are." He let out while looking to the docks where he watched as three speed boats filled with masked men started to pull up towards the docks.

Outside Liddell

*Static*

This was the only thing coming from Ren's radio as she found herself sitting at the main desk with a worried expression on her face while Lee and the other BSU members continued to sit in their beds with mixed looks spread across all of their faces as they waited for any word from their friends.

"Fuck this!" Lee yelled out to the shock and confusion of everyone who watched him jump from his bed with an anger filled look on his face.

"Lee calm down-!" Jill started before being cut off by the sound of the radio coming to life and forcing everyone to go silent.

"Mark is that you…Jimmy report?" Ren asked with some fear in her tone.

"Not even close!" came a haunting voice that immediately put fear into the hearts of everyone within the room who recognized it.

"Ivan!" Ren let out with venom in her tone.

"Where are you, you sick son of a bitch?" Lee asked with anger in his tone.

"If he's speaking on this channel…he's somewhere on the compound." Tup added with fear in his voice while clutching his MP5 tightly while Thire looked out the window of the compound.

"I am and I can't wait to see you all." Ivan spoke out taunting the group and causing Lee to scoff in anger.

"I can't wait to see you to asshole…so why don't you come out so that I can kill you." Lee yelled out over the radio earning a few seconds of silence from Ivan before he spoke out once again with a chuckle.

"Alright then!" Ivan let out just seconds before an explosion went off not far from the group that knocked them all off their feet as one of many apartment buildings collapsed to the ground while dozens of BSU members rushed towards the building only for one man to fall down as a bullet collided with the back of his skull and he hit the ground with a loud thud.

"What the fuck?" asked another BSU member before he also fell to the ground with a bullet to the neck.

"Like lambs to the slaughter." Ivan whispered out while picking off two more BSU members with his Dragunov Sniper Rifle from the third floor of a nearby building.

CLACK

The quiet of the room had now been completely replaced by the sound of the various BSU members loading ammo into various weapons while those who couldn't fight poured into the office.

"Lee!" Ren yelled out while watching the man loading a fresh magazine with Frag-12 Rounds into his AA-12 while, Jill, Thire, and Tup rushed out of the room with their weapons drawn.

"Don't tell me I'm too injured to fight when that asshole is outside that door killing our men." Lee shot back with venom in his tone.

"We need to wait for Mark." Ryan stated while Lee shot him an anger filled expression.

"MARK AIN'T HERE!" Lee shot back with rage filling his voice.

"He's not here but you and-." Ren started before looking over to the beds and immediately going wide eyed as she noticed that the bed next to Lee's was empty.

"Go go go!" Thire shouted at the top of his lungs as he, Tup, Jill, and five other BSU members rushed out of the building where they immediately caught the sight of several armed Russian men moving across the street before yelling out as they caught sight of the group.

"Take um out." Thire yelled out while shooting one man in the neck while Tup managed to shoot another four times in the side.

"Shit they're probably all over the place now!" Jill yelled out while firing his M4A1 and managing to shoot down one Russian gangster as he tried to turn the corner of a building before ducking down and four shots went off over her head.

"We're losing ground on the eastern flank." Yelled out the voice of a BSU member over Ren's radio causing Link to grab the device and immediately respond to the call.

"All survivors regroup alongside the main building. We'll force them to come our way and put up a defensive stand." Link shot back while looking to Jimmy who pulled on his bulletproof vest.

"WE'RE ENGAGING IVAN!" yelled out a new voice on the radio.

"No wait-." Link started with worry in his tone.

"KILL THAT ASSHOLE!" yelled out a BSU member with an M4A1 as he fired off a barrage of rounds in the direction of Ivan forcing the man to roll for cover while dropping his Sniper Rifle in the process.

"Get him!" yelled out another BSU member as a group of them moved to fire on Ivan who merely barrel rolled out of the way while drawing his MP-443 and firing off three shots that managed to hit one man in the side of the neck while running along the side of the building to avoid several shots from the BSU members while tossing something at the group who immediately proceeded the object as a Grenade and ran for their lives.

To their surprise no explosion came instead they looked on and noticed that the Russian man had tossed a Rock at the group with the knowledge that they would all take cover and give him to time to himself.

"Son of a-!" one of the BSU members started before falling back as four 7.62 rounds ripped through his back courtesy of Ivan who stood back firing off a barrage of rounds from an AKM Assault Rifle with a drum magazine.

"Take cover and box him in." another BSU member screamed out at the top of his lungs before falling to the ground as Ivan struck him four times in the shoulder prompting him to drop his weapon while rolling for cover only to fall down courtesy of an explosion that knocked him to the ground and caused him to look back and notice the smoldering remains of the other BSU members around him.

"I never said I didn't come with Grenades." The Russian man pointed out before firing a single shot into the skull of the BSU member.

While Ivan was wreaking havoc on one section of the Estates, Ethan found himself holding his ground in another section with Nikki as several Russian men came running down the street in their direction.

"FUCKING BASTARDS!" Nikki screamed out while raising her Sniper Rifle and firing off a single shot that managed to strike one man in the head while Ethan hit another four times in the chest with his M4A1 Assault Rifle before ducking for cover as the Russians moved to take cover before returning fire in their direction.

"NOW!" Ethan yelled out before watching as a redheaded woman raised herself from the third floor of a nearby building clutching an M32 Grenade Launcher with a wide smile spread across her face.

"Hi there!" Palmer spoke out before firing a single grenade at a group of Russians who had no time to run for their lives as the explosive slammed across the ground and created a fiery blast that engulfed three men entirely while another lost both of his arms.

"Hell yeah!" the Irish lass screamed out while Palmer and Ethan looked at her with a raised brow.

"Mark won't like the damage we're doing here." Palmer pointed out earning a scoff from the woman.

"He's got insurance and he's not here to save us so we're saving ourselves." Nikki shot back just as another explosion went off in the distance.

"SHIT!" Jill screamed out while watching as Thire helped Tup to his feet before turning her head and watching as a Russian man armed with an RPG reloaded the weapon and fired a rocket into a unit that a BSU member armed with a Machine Gun was using cover.

The explosion rocked him completely and sent him flying out the window with a large piece of shrapnel sticking out his lower back that left him paralyzed and helpless to move as a Russian gangster armed with a PKM Machine Gun opened fire on a group of BSU members before taking cover as Jill returned suppressive fire so that the remaining men could run for cover.

"Should have better thought this one." Jill started before the Russian with the RPG moved to aim his weapon in her direction, but before he could fire the weapon the left side of his chest exploded in a grizzly display that left everyone wide eyed before turning their heads and watching as Lee rushed from alongside a building unloading on the Russian men with his AA-12 and watching as one man had his entire head blown off while another lost his left arm before falling back as his midsection exploded and his guts poured open.

"Lee!" Jill started while looking at the injured man with a raised brow.

"Where is that son of a bitch?" he asked with venom filling his voice as he clutched his injured abdomen before another explosion went off in the distance courtesy of a BSU member falling through the floors of an apartment building after Ivan tossed a hand Grenade into the unit underneath.

"Too easy-!" the Russian man started before moving to back to avoid an arrow that had logged itself in the building in front of him.

"Close but not close enough." Ivan spoke out before turning his head and noticing a familiar Lakota man standing off in the distance loading another arrow in his bow. "You must be Chayton…I've heard something about you." The Russian stated while Task merely scoffed at him.

"Did you hear that I don't miss twice?" he asked while aiming the weapon at Ivan.

"I heard that you were a gunrunner with no affiliation to any side, but I guess I heard wrong." He stated while Task merely scoffed at his remark.

"Everyone's got favorites in life…you should know that." Task shot back earning a scoff from Ivan who eyed him angrily before raising his Rifle and firing a series shot that Task, at the last second, managed to avoid before firing his arrow and luckily managing to hit Ivan in the side but only lodge itself in the hem of his bulletproof vest.

As Task moved to reload another, he was caught off-guard as Ivan closed to the distance between them and moved to slam the butt of his Rifle against the Lakota man's skull only for Task to throw a punch to Ivan's arm before moving to wrestle the weapon away from him.

Unlike Ivan, Task was still injured, and Ivan easily picked it up as he started to pull the weapon away from the Lakota who had to think fast before he was overpowered.

Ivan wanted his gun so Task would oblige and give it to him.

What played out was something like that of a children's game, with Task jerking backwards with the weapon held tightly in his hands catching Ivan by surprise and almost losing his grip on the weapon.

But when the Russian National went to jerk back on the weapon, Task lost his grip and allowed Ivan to fall back on his behind with the weapon still in his hands. Once Ivan hit the ground, he immediately moved to aim the Rifle at the head of Native Gunrunner who swung his Bow almost like a baseball bat at the right arm of the Russian man with enough force have him scream out in pain while dropping his weapon.

Just as Task moved to raise the Bow above Ivan's head he was immediately taken to the ground by the man who latched onto the man's leg and like an alligator performed a vicious roll that was soon followed by a disgusting snap and violent yell of pain from Task as he looked at his already injured leg and saw that it was slightly turned at a weird angle.

"Ah you son of a bitch!" Task screamed out at the top of his lungs before grabbing a hold of one of his grounded arrows and using it to stab Ivan in the leg causing the man to scream out before punching the man across the face and sending him flying back in a huff.

"You picked the wrong side to fight for." Ivan spoke out before punching Task three times across the face only to be knocked away courtesy of Ethan slamming a 2x4 against his back with enough force to break the board but hardly any damage to Ivan as his bulletproof vest and jacket took the brunt of the impact.

"You picked the wrong enemy." Ethan screamed out while reaching for his Pistol only to have his weapon knocked from his hands and punched in the throat.

"No you did!" Ivan shouted back prompting Ethan to throw a punch that was only blocked by the Russian man who responded with three sharp punches to the man's midsection just below the ribs, causing him to spit out blood, and then finally give out a loud scream of fear as Ivan grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, spun him around, and tossed him back against the side of nearby car with enough force to dent the vehicle.

"You kids are a real-." Ivan started before feeling a strong pair of arms wrap around his side and lift him off his feet and sending him flying backwards before landing on his shoulders and upper back.

"There are more than just kids here." Thire pointed out with a hint of venom in his tone before rushing the still vulnerable Russian who had just enough time to roll out of the way before responding with three punches and a kick to the midsection of the slow moving Polynesian man who was left reeling from the barrage.

"Fuck you!" Thire screamed out while throwing another punch that Ivan managed to block before moving to throw another only to be stopped by Thire headbutting the man as hard as he could in the face leaving Ivan slightly dazed but not enough to stop him from countering by kicking the man in the abdomen and while he was down kicking him again in the side of the head with enough force to knock him down.

"Let's go!" Ivan could make out while turning his head and noticing Palmer, Nikki, and Jill moving to pull the injured Ethan and Task away from the battlefield only to go wide eyed upon catching the gaze of Ivan.

"There is no escape for any of you." Ivan spoke out spitting out blood in the process while drawing his MP-443 and aiming it in the direction of Palmer and Ethan.

"Hey Asshole!" came a familiar voice that caused Ivan to turn in his head and look on with wide eyes as he watched a familiar Chinese American man aiming his AA-12 at the man. "You choose the wrong enemy." Lee added before squeezing the trigger and immediately watched as Ivan barrel rolled out the way to avoid the powerful Frag-12 Rounds as they blew massive holes in the building behind the Russian.

"There is no running from this Death Squad bitch!" Lee yelled out while continuing to shoot at Ivan who found it difficult to return fire without leaving himself open for a moment so instead of firing back he merely reached into his back pocket, pulled out a Flashbang Grenade, and tossed it at the Chinese man who slowly moved to cover his eyes but still managed to be stunned by the noise of the Grenade.

"Damn!" he muttered out before lifting his head only to be met by a hard right hand courtesy of the Russian man leaving him slightly dazed before recovering just in time to use his Shotgun to block a kick from Ivan and cause him to discharge his weapon in the process.

"Nice Toy!" Ivan spoke out before throwing two more kicks at Lee and managing to knock his weapon away but not stopping the second in command as he threw two punches of his own that Ivan dodged before throwing a kick that Lee easily caught before sending two right hooks to the face of the man who only responded by hitting him over the head with a hard elbow strike.

"DIE!" Ivan yelled out before raising his Pistol only to be caught off guard as Lee kicked the weapon from his hand before moving to throw another kick aimed at the man's head only for Ivan to grab a hold of his leg, lift him off the ground, and slam him back first against the asphalt.

"You know you see yourself as a real problem to enemies." Ivan started while standing over the injured Lee in a taunting manner. "But in reality, you're more of an annoyance than anything." He continued prompting the anger filled Lee to throw another punch that Ivan easily caught before kneeing the man again in the skull with enough force to bloody his nose and bust his lip.

"AHHHH-!" Lee screamed out at the top of his lungs before taking several clubbing blows against the top of his head until blood was spewing from a small gash on the top of his head.

"And now-." Ivan started before pulling a knife from his back waistband and moving to hold it over the head of the Chinese man. "You're gone-." He finished before moving to ram the weapon into the head man.

"STOP!" yelled out a new voice that caused Ivan to freeze up in shock before spinning around just in time to avoid a shot that nearly grazed his head.

"Amateur!" Ivan thought to himself before lining up with the shooter, pressing a button on the knife, triggering the spring inside the handle of the weapon, and sending the blade of the weapon flying towards the shooter and striking them in the abdomen causing them to scream in pain while clutching the wound and earning the attention of Ivan who was quite surprised to see a rainbow haired woman of Japanese descent standing behind him clutching her bleeding stomach while looking at him with tears in her eyes and dropping down to one knee.

"You chose the wrong fight." He stated while eyeing her closely.

"No...I chose the right moment." She let out before spitting up a pool of blood and collapsing on the ground while Ivan looked to her with a raised brow.

"Some right moment-." Ivan started before immediately being knocked aside by a Russian gangster who Ivan had enough time to look back at and watch as the top of the man's head was blown completely off his body courtesy of a high caliber bullet that seemed to come from almost nowhere.

"A Sniper!" Ivan spoke out before rolling out of the way to avoid a series of other shots while watching as Link and Tasha rushed over to the injured Ren and started to look over the woman's wounds.

"Shit this is bad." Tasha spoke out with fear filling her voice while Link moved to elevate the woman's head.

"Don't touch the knife if we pull it out she'll bleed to death." Link ordered earning a nod from Tasha who looked to Ren with just as much fear in her own eyes as the woman.

"You're-." Ivan started before something immediately caught his and everyone's attention.

BOOM

The blast came almost out of nowhere and was deafing to everyone behind the gates of the Estates who looked on with wide eyes as over a dozen dark clad figures emerged from the flames of a burning apartment complex, that was being used by the Russians gangsters, being led by a lone single figure that caused everyone's eyes to widen.

"About time!" Lee whispered out with blood spewing from his mouth as he took in the sight of Mark leading the group with an emotionless expression spread across his face.

"Finally, here!" Ivan whispered out with a wide smile spread across his face as he took in the sight of the now running Creole approaching him and moving to get himself in a fighting stance of his own.

"This Is It!"

Mackey's Bait and Tackle

"Take Cover!" Joe yelled out while knocking Marrick to the ground once again to avoid the barrage of rounds coming his way courtesy of the three Ondero's and the now dozen and a half Sicarios who'd now completely overrun the docks and left the two men running for cover more then fighting.

"Will you quit fucking doing that?" Marrick yelled out while continuing to shoot at the men only to duck back down for cover to avoid a 7.62 Round that whizzed just a few inches over his head.

"Will you stop getting in the way of bullets?" Joe shot back before returning fire only to jump back as more bullets came flying in his direction courtesy of Scrapper who fired off another barrage at the men while watching as two Zero Sicarios moved to flank the two men only to be taken out by Joe firing a barrage of rounds that hit one man in the chest and another four times in the top of his head.

"Only a matter of time before you all run out of bullets." T-Cell declared with venom in his tone. "I suggest you both just come out now and meet your fate." He added.

"I suggest you choke on another box of dicks you fucking faggot." Marrick shot back in venom. "You ain't fooling me with that story you have about catching that shit." He added back earning a scowl from T-Cell before he returned fire on the middle born Roman who immediately ducked down before firing a barrage of his own that managed to hit one Sicario in the neck and leave him coughing and wheezing up blood.

"Vamanos!" another Sicario yelled out at the top of his lungs before to the surprise of Marrick and Joe and confusion of the Ondero's stop shooting.

"They're not shooting at us." Marrick stated with a somewhat raised brow before loading another magazine in his weapon while Joe took a peek and immediately went wide eyed after what he saw.

"RUN!" the man screamed out before charging to his left while Marrick moved to his right away from the vehicle they were using for cover just as it went up in a violent explosion as a RPG slammed into the side of the vehicle with another force to send it rolling on its side a flaming mass.

"Shit!" Joe yelled out while running for cover as the Sicarios started to fire on him again while two more reloaded the weapon as quickly as possible.

"Damn they really brought the artillery." Marrick though while slowly moving to regain cover while watching Joe jump over the hood of a car to avoid shots and angrily watching as his Machine Gun was ripped to pieces by gunfire.

"I might just go down this time." He whispered out with fear filling his voice as he watched the Sicario raise the RPG once again in his direction with a twisted smile spread across his face.

"DIE-!" the man started before in a flash everyone looked on with wide eyes as the top of his head was taken completely off his body courtesy of a 7.62 Round clipping his skull like a barber.

"Direct…hit!" Jimmy whispered out with pain filling his voice before taking aim at another Sicario and striking him in the chest, through his bullet proof vest, and severing the nerves around his heart.

Despite his injuries, the man of Jewish and Irish descent was still able to fight but through a limited role. He wasn't able to lift the powerful .50 Caliber Sniper, but he could still use his personal weapon though he would admit that it did make his arm hurt.

"SNIPER OPEN FIRE!" Scrapper screamed out at the top of his lungs while pointing in Jimmy's direction but not close enough for him to feel endanger.

The man's next shot caught a man as he was running to get into position in the center of his head, then his next caught a man standing on the second floor of the warehouse in the chin causing him to scream out in pain before falling to his demise, and his next shot painted the dark colored ground red with the blood and brains of a man who peeked his head out from cover.

"Take um out!" A familiar voice called out causing Eddie to turn his head and watch as Eddie ran past him with several other armed BSU members who quickly moved to engage the Sicarios with ruthless aggression.

"They made it!" Jimmy spoke out before giving a violent cough.

"About time!" Joe spoke out with some relief in his tone before

"Go Go Go!" the BSU Captain yelled out while shooting a Sicario in the face while another man came up alongside firing a Light Machine Gun that he used to saw into the chest of another Sicario.

"Shit get back-." T-Cell yelled out while lifting his weapon and managing to strike one BSU member in the hip and send him falling to the ground in pain before he himself hit the ground after a bullet whizzed over his head.

"We gotta go." Cabello called out while grabbing onto T-Cell and moving to pull him away from the gunfight just as a series of explosion went off outside the warehouse courtesy of two BSU members firing RPG's of their own into the building and killing off four more Cartel members.

"Lookout!" T-Cell yelled out while lifting his head and watching as a car came speeding in his direction causing him to jump out of the way of the vehicle but go wide eyed in shock and disgust as it slammed into Snapper with enough force to take him off his feet and flying over the hood of the vehicle.

"Who's a fucking bug on the windshield now?" Marrick asked with venom in his tone before stepping out of the vehicle and immediately ducking for cover as both Cabello and T-Cell fired on him while he sent off shots of his own from his Pistol.

"Fucking Mayate!" Cabello started while moving to corner Marrick who watched with a raised brow as the Ondero fell back with a bullet in the arm courtesy of Joe who stood by with his Pistol raised and turning to T-Cell who could only move to dodge the shots that came his way from the BSU members before running to the docks.

"Goddamn-." He started before hearing the familiar racking of a Shotgun behind him and turning in time just to watch as a familiar dark-haired man fired the weapon striking him in the center of his bullet proof vest and forcing him to fall backwards into the water and disappearing below the dark waters.

"Got him…I killed an Ondero." Yelled out a BSU member who quickly caught the attention of Joe before something quickly caught his attention.

"GAHHHH!" came a loud pain filled yell that immediately caught the attention of Joe who turned his head in shock and watched as Marrick, with his bare hands, gouged out the eyes of Cabello with a sickening smile and then punching the man repeatedly in his already blood covered face.

"Mark's not the only one who can wipe out you bitches." Marrick started before standing up and stomping on the face of the man then squishing his face further into the ground until blood started to pour from a wound in the back of the man's head.

"Mayate-!" came a muffled voice that caused both men to turn their heads and notice a struggling Snapper trying to crawl away with a piece of bone sticking out of his upper left thigh while continuing to curse at the group in Spanish.

"That's nasty." Eddie spoke out while approaching the duo with his weapon lowered and moving to aim the weapon at the head of the Ondero before being stopped by the middle born Roman.

"No…he dies slow." Marrick retorted earning a nod from the BSU Enforcer who merely stepped aside and allowed the man to work.

Outside Liddell

The Clash of Generations

This was the only thing that came to the mind of those watching the battle between New Arcadia's Concrete Soldier and Los Santos's Baba Yaga as they matched each other blow for blow, dodged, parried, and blocked the others hardest strike, while countering with moves of their own.

One could clearly see the age and time amongst the both of them. Mark's style of fighting was more modern and built around bobbing and weaving to avoid strikes and following up with more harder blows of his own whereas Ivan would parry blows from Mark and attempt to throw blows of his own that Mark quickly moved to dodge.

As Mark weaved to avoid a punch from Ivan he responded with a punch o his own to the man's midsection before moving to follow up with another punch that Ivan quickly blocked with his forearm before responding with a sharp kick to the midsection of the Roman that sent him stepping back in pain.

This was how their battle proceeded almost like a simple tit for tat

Both men would strike and dodge with a few blows managing to hit their marks on both men and everyone could see that the toll of battle was already wearing on the two men who were already worse for wear before the start of the battle.

Mark had been fighting all day and throughout his battles he'd racked up numerous injuries that were weighing on him. With each blow he through and sharp movement to evade it felt as though his body wanted to just fall apart on him like his muscles and bones just wanted to explode in way's he'd never felt before.

Where with Ivan it was completely different.

The man had just slaughtered his way through this entire compound and had just faced off and defeated Lee, Task, Thire, Tup, Ethan, and dozens of more BSU members. It wasn't just the injuries from the battle affecting him but the lack of rest. The man's lungs felt as though they were on fire with how much he was wheezing in pain.

It was through these wheezes that Mark found his opening and threw a hard knee into the midsection of the KGB Agent just as he moved to take in a breath of air. The force of the strike was enough to completely knock the wind out of the man and leave him open to a quick three piece from the youngest Roman who went to respond with a uppercut only for Ivan to sidestep under his arm and punch him four times in his already injured midsection before falling back as Mark slammed the back of his head into the mouth of the man.

"AH!" Ivan screamed out while clutching his bloody mouth before slamming his fist into the back of Mark's head with enough force to leave the man stumbling forward in pain with some blood spewing from his own mouth.

"That the best you got?" Mark asked while spitting blood from his mouth and charging Ivan once more. "Show me why so many people fear you?" Mark added while throwing blows that the Russian man easily dodged before moving to throw a punch of his own that Mark managed to parry away before striking Ivan twice in the face and kicking him away.

"You're nothing special!" Mark yelled out while moving to stomp on Ivan only for the Russian man to grab a hold of the Creole's leg, twisting it, and forcing him onto the ground to the dismay of his friends.

"Jesus!" Nikki called out while watching as Ivan moved to continue twisting the leg of the Roman who used his other leg to kick Ivan's hands away before knocking him to the ground and then moving to jump on top of him only for Ivan to kick him away.

When it came to the taunting Mark knew Ivan shouldn't be taken lightly, but he truly didn't care. When it came to fighting there were few people that Ana wanted Mark to steer clear from and most on that list he'd beaten at least once or twice.

Neto, Paul, Brian, and even Poindexter all men Mark had bested who he was told never to fight because they out skilled him…but still he found a way to win.

Just as he would now.

As Ivan moved to get back on his feet Mark was on him as the Russian man quickly felt a pair of arms wrap around his midsection before being lifted off the ground as Mark slammed him back first on the ground then moving to stomp on the chest of the Russian man managed to avoid the hit before kicking Mark in the side of the leg with enough force to cause him to scream out and buckle before feeling the Russian man wrap his arms around his neck.

"You want to see why everyone fears Baba Yaga." Ivan whispered out causing Mark to freeze up in some fear. "I'll show you." He started while moving to snap the neck of the youngest Roman who merely bit down on the man's arm and caused him to scream out in pain before moving to pound on the top of the man's head with enough force to leave Mark seeing stars but continuing to latch onto the man.

"You're nothing compared to me." Ivan yelled out while continuing to bombard the head of the youngest Roman before throwing two more punches at the man's face and scream out in pain as he felt Mark rip a small piece of flesh from Ivan's arms before spitting it out at him.

"You-." Ivan started before punching Mark across the face once again then moving to throw another only to be taken off-guard as Mark jumped on top of the man and forcibly started to bombard the top of Ivan's head with a series of headbutts that bust open both of their skulls and sent them both screaming in pain.

"GET OFF ME!" Ivan yelled out at the top of his lungs before readjusting Mark and slamming him back first against the hard concrete with enough force to knock the wind from the youngest Roman and leave him looking him up in pain and see the KGB Agent towering over him before striking him several times in the face with a series of punches that left the youngest Roman completely stunned before a forearm strike to the face knocked the Russian man back.

"Too much to handle?" Ivan shot back with a sadistic smile while watching as Mark slowly tried to stand on his feet only to be kicked back down courtesy of Ivan. "I believe you got your answer." Ivan started while moving to stomp down on the chest of the youngest Roman who spit a few droplets of blood in the process.

"Whose special now?" Ivan asked while further stepping on the chest of the man and causing Mark to grab at the foot of the man in order to relieve some of the pressure applied to his chest.

"You know this is close to how your friends looked before they died." Ivan stated while Mark eyed him closely with half closed eyes.

"Friends-." The Creole whispered out while looking in the eyes of Ivan that seemed almost like they'd been replaced by balls of fire as he looked down at the youngest Roman with the look of death in his eyes.

"Avenge us." Came an all too familiar voice to the youngest Roman as he opened his eyes and quickly noticed a familiar dark-haired man standing behind Ivan with a ghostly expression written across his face.

"Buck!" He whispered out while eyeing the man closely.

"Avenge us." The man whispered out to Mark who looked up at him with a raised brow before watching as a familiar brown-haired man moved to take a step from behind Ivan with a serious expression written on his pale face.

"Kill this prick for us brother." Davey stated while giving Mark a serious expression while the man turned his head and noticed Ren lying on the ground clutching her bleeding stomach while Lee, Task, Thire, Tup, Ethan, and Palmer also lay across the ground in injured positions.

"TAKE HIM OUT!" both men screamed out at once and despite Ivan not being able to hear their voices he could feel Mark's chest lock back up under his foot while his eyes shot open and stared daggers that seemed to pierce the man's soul.

"You killed Davey to?" Mark spoke out with venom in his tone causing Ivan's eyes to widen in surprise before letting out a violent cry of pain after Mark grabbed onto his foot, twisted it, and punched the man just above his boots and forcing him to step back in pain allowing the youngest Roman to get back on his feet while noticing that he was clutching onto the shoe of the Russian man.

Mark then rushed the man, slammed him in the midsection shoulder first, hoisted him up, and dropped him back down on his back with enough force to cause Ivan to spit out. As the Soviet Agent watched Mark lift his foot over his head, he quickly rolled out of the way, but Mark was still on top of him throwing punches and clawing at the chest of the Russian man as he tried to back away before kicking Mark square in the face and causing him to fall back in pain.

"Damn you!" Mark screamed out while rushing again towards the man while Ivan quickly got back on his feet and got into a fighting stance.

Just as he moved throw a punch, Mark dodged him and threw several punches into the man's side before being knocked back as Ivan elbowed him in the face to knock him back before turning around and being immediately met with the bottom of his own shoe courtesy of Mark who threw the foot accessory with perfect aim.

As Mark moved to throw a punch, Ivan managed to dodge it and barrage Mark with five blows to the abdomen and head. Mark soon started to step back and Ivan was again moving to follow up but to his surprise rolled under his arm and came up behind Ivan who immediately went wide eyed as he felt Mark tuck his head between his left arm and leg while grabbing onto the man, lifting him off the ground and catching everyone's attention as they watched the man stand to his full six foot four height, then force Ivan down on his back and neck on the hard concrete with enough force to leave the man wheezing out in pain while Mark struggled to stand on what he could best describe as spaghetti legs.

"AHH!" Ivan moaned out in pain before feeling his bare foot being grabbed onto and pulled back towards Mark who immediately sent his fist crashing into the skull of the Russian man.

"No more talking, no more taunting, I just want you DEAD!" Mark screamed out while moving to throw another punch that Ivan stopped by biting his arm and causing Mark to scream out in pain before rolling back around and biting on the top of his head while Ivan tried to throw a punch at the man.

"Jesus!" Tasha spoke out with some manner of sadness in her tone.

"They're both too tired to fight, too injured to move, and are just doing whatever they can to kill the other…even if they have to die themselves to do so." Jill stated while watching as Ivan hit Mark with a chop to the neck while the New Arcadia man headbutted him one time in the nose.

"Get off me." Ivan called before hitting Mark with an uppercut that knocked him back while moving to get back up on his feet.

He never got the chance.

The first thing his eyes fell upon was the blood covered white shoes of Mark as they slammed across the side of his chest and sent him falling back first against a bullet riddled car.

"Now I got you!" Mark called out while grabbing a hold of Ivan by the face and slamming the back of the man's head into drivers side door with enough force that the world around Ivan had turned to a shade of green and purple as he looked Mark in the eyes before noticing a figure approaching the man from behind with a needle in their hands.

"NOOO!" Lee yelled out catching Mark by surprise before he felt the icy sting of something jabbing him in the neck and immediately feeling his entire body go stiff and limp with his eyes continuing to look down on the blood covered Ivan before falling backwards and landing flat on his back and immediately having his eyes filled by a familiar red clad woman standing over him with the usual emotionless look on her face.

"Sorry my love." Ana called out while looking down at the paralyzed Mark with little emotion in her tone before walking over him and moving to approach the injured Ivan where everyone watched her slap a pair of handcuffs on the man while Lee and the other BSU members protested.

"If you know what's good for you, you'll stop this war against them." She stated while kneeling down to look at the man in the eyes and immediately showing the man a picture of a familiar African American woman holding onto a mixed race child in a home located in the woods.

"Or else we'll hit you where it really hurts." She finished causing Ivan to cough out a few droplets of blood before being grabbed onto by a few IAA Agents and taken away.

Authors Note:

Boom finally done, I know I'm kinda far behind with updating but just know I have been hella busy with things and I've been across the country three times in the past three months and actually will be on the West Coast and out of the country in the upcoming months.

This chapter had to be one of my most bloodiest and action packed by far and completely blew out a lot of my others. I wanted this chapter to at least feel like a losing battle then having the tides turn when the heroes show up.

This battle is far from over though.

Stick around for next chapter as the battered BSU members take the offensive against Ernesto and his remaining soldiers, Neto pays a visit to New Arcadia, and the landscape of New Arcadia changes drastically in this saga ending episode.

Until next time Zilla 2000 out.