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"Everybody pick up your pack, and get in!" Dmitri shouted to the bunch of friends that had just finished picking their once peaceful neighborhood to the bone. Dmitri had just draining a canister of gasoline into a hotwired van. He prayed that the rust bucket would get them far enough away from where they were to prevent Damion's harvesters from following them. Dmitri slid the side door open and loaded everyone on board with a light pat on the back. As he closed the door behind Fox, he jumped into the driver's seat and looked to Grape beside him. She looked at him as she held his rifle at the ready and nodded. Dmitri turned the key and felt the engine roar to life. As the vehicle began to rumble down the road, a question came from the back. "Where are we going?" Asked king as he leaned the sawed off over his shoulder. "Those people we killed… they were hired by the man who took me, and the lives of my men." He said. "What does that mean for us?" Peanut asked. "It means that we are going to get your friends back. But before we do that." Dmitri pulled a map out of his pocket and unfolded it, revealing hundreds of markings. "We're going here." He said as he laid a finger on an icon of a shield. "Where's that?" Asked fox. "It's a private military corporation armory. PMC's have some good tech. Good meds to." As he finished his sentence he looked to the horribly injured Fido. "How long till we get there?" Asked Grape. "About an hour." Said Dmitri as he pulled a blanket over her with his open hand, steering with the left.
After a few minutes of driving, Dmitri gave a sharp whistle. Grape snapped awake and, much to the assistance in the waking of others popped 3 rounds out of the window. "Jesus what the fuck!?" shouted King as Dmitri snatched the weapon from the hands of Grape, who was apologizing profusely. "Look everybody, just calm the hell down. We're here." Dmitri said as he pulled the van through a busted up gate. The warehouse-like structure was rusted and the door was half open. The doors were opened by Dmitri's own hand about seven months before stumbled upon Babylon Gardens; it had been where he had picked up his M4 rifle. He thought himself stupid to leave with only the rifle. 'Dumbass' he scolded mentally. He nudged the giant door open with the front bumper of the van and parked them beside some racks filled with optimum medical hardware. "Ok, bring out your bags and set up sleeping places. We're gonna be here while. Peanut, help me get Fido to the medical table." Everybody piled out of the van and set sleeping bags and blankets around the van. Dmitri felt Fido's pulse as he pulled bandages and blood packs from the rack beside the table. Fido's ears had been pierced to his skull with his fellow officers' badges. The holes in his ears were still open and were still lightly bleeding, plus the razor cuts that marked his body were still sensitive to the touch. "Open your mouth Fido." Dmitri commanded as he placed a handful of cotton balls along the teeth of his injured friend. "Bite." The command was simple and heeded quickly. As soon as Dmitri saw that there was pressure under Fido's jaw, he opened a bottle of disinfectant alcohol and poured the contents over Fido. The reaction was immediate. Fido snapped up where he was laying and spat the cotton balls out, howling in pain. Dmitri pushed Fido back down onto the table. "FOX, HERE NOW!" Shouted Dmitri as fox bolted to the table, trying to hold down the struggling dog. "Fido I'm sorry." Fido looked at Dmitri with a questioning pained look. Dmitri pulled back his fist and made solid contact with Fido's jaw, knocking him unconscious instantly. "Dude, what the hell!?" Fox exclaimed. "He doesn't feel the pain now. Help me bandage him."
After a few minutes of rigorous medical patchwork, Dmitri turned to his companions who had been gawking at the walls of the facility. "See anything you like?" Dmitri asked King as he patted his hands on his shirt. King plucked a Pancor jackhammer from the wall and smiled as he pulled the bolt. "Now THIS is a shotgun." He said as he began to search for the weapon's drum mags. Daisy was the next one standing in line. "Which one do you thing you'd like?" Dmitri asked with a smile. "This one!" She replied with a girly laugh as she picked up a Dragunov sniper rifle. She smiled wildly as she removed the stock scope and replaced it with a loose Eotech. "What about you Peanut?" He asked. "That one." With the end of his sentence Peanut lifted a finger to point at a Galil MAR. "A fine choice. Tell you what, take it to that workbench and we'll add some sort of sight to it." "Deal!" Beamed Peanut as he ran off to the table. Dmitri looked to Grape and Fox. "What about you guys?" He asked as he stood between the two of them. "The HK SL8, I've been dreaming about owning one of these." Fox ran his fingers over the barrel of the rifle. "This one's mine." He said as he took it from the wall and slid a scope onto the top rail as he walked away. Dmitri nodded in approval as he turned to Grape. "What about you Graaa….." What he saw left him speechless. Grape had outfitted herself with dual shoulder holsters that held twin SIGs, a thigh sheath that housed a KA-BAR, and she had a TMP sub-machine gun. And all of that was followed by an all black, 8-inch, 357. Colt cobra hand cannon. "I take it you already knew what you wanted?" He asked. She looked at him with a defensive look on her face. "What? I can know about guns." She muttered. Dmitri chuckled as he walked away to the workbench to help Peanut learn to modify his gun.
"Hey King, check this out!" Fox called from atop an armored troop transport. "What in the hell, is this?" King shouted up. "Friggin awesome that's what it is!" Fox explained as he leapt down from his find. "Dmitri! Come look at this!" He called to the Russian man who had just finished tucking in the younger two and the injured. "What is it?" He said as he rounded the corner of the racks that surrounded the massive mini-tank. "Holy shit." He gasped as he laid eyes on Fox's find. "Wadya think?" Fox asked as he gestured to it. "It's a BTR-60! I didn't see this for sure last time." Dmitri looked at the vehicle and the rows of sheet metal and industrial steel lying around. He looked to the tools that were littered across the floor. "Hey, what do you two know about metal work?" Fox picket up a blow torch and welding mask from the ground and placed the mask on his head. "More than you might think." He replied as he flicked the visor down. King had walked over to one of the bales of barbed wire and had begun to roll it over with gloves.
The crew of three set to work on their custom war machine. They cut holes into the sides of the vehicle, which Dmitri fitted with SAW's and then bubbled the turrets with Plexiglas. King had strung the barbed wire over the front of the vehicle and bolted a new plow-style bumper to the front with Fox's assistance. Dmitri took some rocket pods intended for helicopters and welded the mounts on the roof. Fox had gotten to work on thickening the armor with steel and iron. Dmitri turned on the mainframe of the vehicle so he could install the rocket pod's cameras. After a few more hours work, the turrets were swiveling with ease and all of the armor fell into place. The three stood back and admired their work. The BTR didn't look like it belonged to any military, no, it looked like a true death machine from Hell. "What should we name her?" Asked king as he rubbed his forehead. "War?" suggested Fox. "I've got an idea." Dmitri said through a smile. He ran off to find some sort of paint. He came back with generic white spray paint. Fox and King wore twin looks of confusion as the giant Russian man mounted the tank and sprayed letter after letter of the war machine's new title. "Behold boys, "The House pet"!" He exclaimed as he finished. Dmitri leaped down from his perch and faced the two. "You like it?" He asked with an enormous grin. The two smiled and shrugged. "Can't complain." Chuckled Fox.
Peanut's stomach rumbled. He woke up in a comfortable position, and what he saw pleased him more. Grape laid inside of his arm with her head lightly rested on his chest. Her breath slowly warmed his skin with each exhale. They had changed so much after the disaster. Risking their lives for each other, keeping each other warm at night, and surviving together. Plus, she looked pretty sexy in combat armor. At least to him anyway. He craned his head down and planted a kiss on her forehead. She stirred slightly. "I knew it." She purred. She lifted herself up over him with one arm. Peanut blushed the deepest red possible. "What? What are you talking about Grape?" He laughed nervously. "Oh don't you play dumb with me, you liked me before all this happened. You think I forgot about those pictures?" She asked with a smile. "And besides" she said as she moved her hand over his chest wounds "I kind of owe you." Before Peanut could start to speak, Grape swooped down and connected their lips. Peanut's yelps soon ceased and he began to ease into the kiss. As they continued to lock lips, Grape straddled herself over Peanut. She pulled away to breath. "Not Bad" She murmured. They kissed a second time, this time their tongues intertwined in a battle. Peanut's hand came up to Grape's face as he sat up, bringing her closer. Fox came around the corner. "Hey guys what's u-" He was cut short by the shock of what he saw. The pair looked up from their action, a thread of saliva connecting them, and both stared at Fox surprised that they had been caught. Fox turned around and left with haste. Grape scrambled off of Peanut and was beside him again. "Well crap." Said Peanut as he looked back to grape. She smiled back. "Maybe we can try this again later." She suggested as she got up and slid into a tactical shirt. "Deal." He replied with a wide grin.
Dmitri stood over a small stove making the usual bacon and powdered eggs as he stirred up some orange juice mix he pried out of an MRE. Fox entered the tarp walled room and took a seat at a small folding table with a shocked look on his face. Dmitri looked over to him. "Where are Grape and Peanut?" He asked. "Oh they're coming." He said nervously. 'Hopefully not literally.' Fox thought. Dmitri shrugged and went back to his cooking. Grape and peanut found their way around the corner and sat at the table farthest away from Fox. King and Fido where playing cards with Daisy. Dmitri scooped trays of food in each of his hands and laid them on each table. After the breakfast had been rationed, Dmitri took his own meal and sat with the lonely Fox. "What's up with you man?" Asked Dmitri as he sat down and flicked out the flip open fork in his hand. "Huh, what do you mean?" Asked Fox as he averted his gaze toward the table where Grape and Peanut were seated. Dmitri followed his eyes and looked to the chatting pair. Dmitri smiled. "Funny isn't it?" He asked. "What?" Asked fox as he looked back at Dmitri. "Those two and their puppy love." Said Dmitri as he stuffed some bacon into his mouth. Fox's jaw dropped a little. "You knew?" He asked surprised. "It was a little subtle at first, but when I first patched up Peanut, he was a little drunk on anesthesia and he kissed her. It was a funny little endeavor." Dmitri followed his sentence with a low chuckle. "Finish your food before it gets cold man. Don't worry about those two, they can work it out." Dmitri said. Fox was eased by the man's words and began to eat his breakfast. The room was silent from then on.
As breakfast finished, Dmitri filed the group into a room filled with bullet proof vests and anything necessary to outfit a battalion of mercs. "Find your sizes and get dressed, we only got a few days before operation: Арх-ангел." Said Dmitri. The group gave him a weird look. "Sorry, operation: arch-angel." He explained as he pulled a new bullet-proof vest over his chest. Everybody nodded and began to sort through the clothes. Dmitri handed out pocket knives to cut tail holes with. The guys had all gone for the same style of urban assault with a lot of pouches. But the only female body armor looked closer to that of some bulletproof, skin tight, wetsuits. And to make things more awkward, Daisy and Grape were, well, pretty developed. Dmitri almost caught Peanut staring with his tongue hanging out. Dmitri was quick to hand the girls vests to cover up with. In a few minutes, the group had been outfitted with pouch vests and enough mags to keep all of their weapons in check.
Dmitri looked with a smile at the group of militia he had formed before he noticed he was missing somebody. "Where's Fido?" He asked. "Right here." Came Fido's voice. Dmitri turned around as Fido walked up. He was outfitted in commando gear and had battle paint on his face. An M4 rifle was leaned against his shoulder, and an M9 holstered on his stomach. His armor was afghan desert camouflage and he had a pair of orange-tinted sunglasses on. Dmitri looked over Fido's outfit before nodding his head "Not bad." He commented. "You sure you're good to move though?" He asked before turning back to face the group with Fido at his side. "I'll be fine." He grumbled. Dmitri nodded again. He faced the lineup of teen soldiers. "Listen, all of your friends, family, and anybody else you care for have been taken from you. But lucky for you, I know where they are and better yet, where the man who did it is. Do you wish to save them, or run away like cowards?" He shouted. "Save them!" came the reply. "Then today, you will now be enlisted into the United States Special Forces, by me Sgt. Vladov. You are a hardened, torn, scarred battle machine. Do you understand?" He asked. "Yes sir." Came his answer. "DO YOU UNDERSTAND!?" He shouted. "SIR, YES SIR!" Replied a war cry. "Rest well tonight. Tomorrow we deploy to the frontlines of Canada. And tomorrow we send those anarchist bastards straight to HELL!" Dmitri stepped towards to the front of the row. He walked by each person stringing a pair of tags around each of their necks.
The ceremony was a brief one, and everybody was quick to get to sleep. Dmitri watched as his squad piled into some bunk beds he found in a corner. As they drifted off one by one, Dmitri took the packs they had brought from the houses. He sat at a bench and unloaded every flammable thing they had onto it. Even though the base was rich with ammo, explosives were scarce. The only things they found where a couple grenades and the house pet's rocket pods which were half empty. Dmitri pulled some household cleaners out of the bag and some tape from the hooks on the table's pegboard. He began to fill bottles with volatile concoctions and incendiary liquid, creating acidic Molotov cocktails. He primed each explosive with disemboweled shells and rags. The bombs were ready to bring pain to Damion's forces. Dmitri looked to his barrack full of friends. Only two of them had had prior training, and even they weren't prepared for what was about to happen. Dmitri made it his final chore of the night to set up a range filled with empty barrels. He lined their weapons up against the wall to the left of the range and placed a single mag beside each of them. Dmitri went on to lay on the roof of "the house pet" and leaned against one of the rocket pods. He pulled his cell phone out and made a call. A few rings later there was an answer. "Dmitri?" Leo asked. "You remember that slave shipment we freed in the riot?" Dmitri asked, skipping an introduction. "Of course why?" "Arm them with whatever you can. In three days time, Toronto is going to be the biggest warzone on this earth. And I plan on having as many men as possible on my side. Can you do that for me?" "Ye. But Dmitri…. Do you really think that this is a good idea?" Dmitri patted the hull of their homemade tank. "Only one way to find out."