July 5, 1970 - Vera Cliff, Santa Prisca

Rick Flag glided down to the cliff of the island. His team was full of idiots. He fought with several members before, but not on a mission like this. This was a civil war. Not extraction, assassination, assault, capture, or espionage. When they landed, they threw the chutes over the cliff and kept their equipment. Flag aimed his M16A1 at the jungle waiting for Bane's forces to meet them. He waited for several minutes before he spotted movement in the jungle. Moments later rebels marched out of the jungle with AK-47s raised. "Warhawk." Flag said and the rebels lowered their guns. The team lowered their weapons as well.

"Follow us Task Force X." a rebel ordered and they followed the rebels into the jungle. As they marched, Flag thought of his son. Rick Flag Junior was now a Corporal in the Army Ranger stationed in Vietnam. Every day he hoped his son wouldn't turn into him, but it appears that his son was more like him than he thought.

July 5, 1970 - Bane Cartel Hideout, Alanlas, Santa Prisca

Deathstroke marched in the town in silence. The soldier saw houses made of wood, leaves, and metal. A sight the mercenary has seen too many times during Korea, Vietnam, Bialya, Qurac, Iraq, Syria, Europe, and where ever there was a war. He also saw armed untrained rebels. When the Squad reached a large building, Deathstroke saw .30 cal machine guns mounted on pickup trucks. Moments later a bulk masked man exited the building. He had tubes attached from his hand to his back and the back of his head. "Buenos Dias amigos."

"Skip the pleasantries Bane. What is the situation?" Flag asked.

"My men are in need of training. The Santa Prisca Army is supported by the Cubans and Corto Maltese Army, while the Santa Prisca Navy is rapidly growing with stolen ships and modified civilian vessels. They have been a problem with attacking my shipments." Bane answered. "Let's head inside to discuss the war effort."

Bloodsport entered Bane's command center and he was impressed with the drug lord's weapon stash. AK-47s, AKMs, Arisakas, SVD-63s, PM-63s, PKs, grenades, IEDs, and RPGs. Bane was certainly a well armed thug. As the Task Force sat on crates of weapons while Bane sat in a fancy chair at his desk and Katana and Flag sat in chairs in front of the desk. Bloodsport leaned against a pile of AKM crates thinking of his daughter. He hopes to see her out of prison one day, until then he will do what he is told. "My forces managed to cut off the Commies from Peña Duro Prison. I am planning an assault on the prison to gain more recruits. But my men aren't trained for it."

"I'll Katana stay and train you men with Bronze Tiger and Red Hood. The rest of the Task Force will lead the assault on this prison." Flag remarked and Bane smiled.

"Good good." Bane said as he stood up and the rest of the Squad did nothing. "Until then, enjoy my food, beds, and the local men and women." Bane added with a smile.

Katana sharped her blade when she noticed Heatwave go into a local home with two local women. She wasn't surprised that some Squad members would take up on Banes offer of sex with strangers. Katana remembered how she got the blade. Her husband was challenged to a duel with his brother, her husband was killed and in an act of vengeance, she took her husband katanas and killed the brother. She fled and late learned that she was with child. When she gave birth, Katana hid the child away from her enemies. She cried knowing that those she loved were dead or far from here. As she cried, Katana heard footsteps. She washed away the tears before turning to see a woman in brown-orange pants, a top revealing her belly, cleavage, and a strange tattoo above her breast and neck. On her forearm, she had brown clothes wrapped around with metal plating on the cloth and metal claws on two fingers on both hands. "What's wrong ninja?" the woman asked.

"Nothing." Katana lied as it began to sprinkle rain.

"Well I suggest we take shelter." the woman remarked. "You got somewhere to stay?"

"Just a tent."

"I wouldn't suggest a tent. Some of the local men consider a tent as an invitation." the woman remarked as it started to pour. "You can stay with me."

"Fine." Katana said as she followed the woman through the village. "What is your name?"

"Copperhead." the woman answered and Katana unsheathed her blade.

"I thought Bane would be wise to keep traitors away." Katana remarked and Copperhead turned to face the Japanese woman.

"That was Diego Sancho. A male pain in the ass. I replaced him after his death." the woman Copperhead said and Katana sheathed her blade.

"Continue but I will be watching you." Katana replied as the two walked into a metal and wood. The home wasn't small, but it wasn't large as Bane's command center. The decorations were metal plates and tools scattered around as well as a table having several virals of liquids.

"I don't have a spare room." Copperhead remarked as she unzipped her top revealing her breasts. "Perhaps we can share my bed." she suggested as she walked towards Katana, but she placed her hand on the Hispanic woman's chest.

"Sorry, but I will only love one man and no one else."

"Fine. Perhaps one of your other friends will do?" Copperhead said as she opened her front door.

"I have no friends in that group of idiots."

"Blankets and pillows are in the closest in my room." Copperhead said before leaving.

Savant trained in the jungle with his batons. He hit the trees as he had done when he was experimented on by the Germans in 1917. A POW was gassed with a super soldier formula. He was given super intelligence, agility, and extra strength. A mistake the Germans regretted after he escaped captivity and killed his guards. Since then, Savant has been a goon for hire. Al Capone was his best client. Until his arrest. From then on, Savant went across the country doing odd jobs for the mobs. Then he was caught by Green Lantern. Now he must fight for the people who imprisoned him for his freedom.

July 5, 1970 - Central Command Center, A.R.G.U.S.N.A.C Normandy, Atlantic Ocean

"The first supply drop will be in three days. Is that all Colonel?" Waller asked Flag over the long range radio.

"No ma'am." Flag answered.

"What about Bane? Do you think he could be an asset in the Caribbean?"

"Possibly. From what I could tell, he is interested in freeing Santa Prisca. But I don't know his position on Corto Maltese or Cuba."

"Keep an eye on him." Waller ordered knowing that this could break Russia's influence on the American Continent.