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No food. No water. No company. The only light came from the flickering candles that dotted the room. It's not surprising to know that the lights were not working in the worn down bunker. With no way to see the sun or no clock Alfred lost track of time in his prison. His stomach felt tight and his tongue dry but he ignored it. The pain from the straps that bound him to the chair was more painful. They were so tight that they left no room to move.
For the hundredth time that day he glared at the slightly rusted door. Occasionally he would hear someone move on the other side. As if summoned by Alfred's hatred the bane of his existence suddenly walked through the door.
"Good evenin, Alfie," South smiled, his red eyes gleaming with amusement. "Have ya calmed down yet? Ye've been quiet for days."
Alfred glared at him. "I got tired of shouting."
South gasped in mock surprise. "Alfred Jones tired of talking?! Impossible!"
"Very funny," Alfred sneered. "When you said you were going to let me cool down I didn't think you would leave me in here for days."
"Well… I suppose part of it was me being a bit vengeful. After all ya shot me last time we met. Ya shot me right in the heart," He admitted. South made his was over to Alfred's chair and stood next to him. "Have you cold down?" he asked.
"That depends on what you have to say."
South nodded. "Alright, well, for once we're all on the same side here. I want the other nations off Mars and so do you. Me and my group of outcasts have been attacking the nations here ever sense they've arrived. Lucky for me I'm a fast learner and learning how to work modern tech was easy. After I came back I was hacking into the networks of other nations to try to figure out what happened and what I should do. They found me of course and threw me here. We can only do so much, separate. Yah have the brains and I have the brawn. We can sort this out together so how about it? Think yah and yer buddies can do this without soldiers?"
Alfred stared at South wrestling between his need for allies and his hatred for the man. "Fine… fine. Now get me out of here."
Smiling South reached down and started undoing the straps. Once they were all gone Alfred stood up and groaned from the pain in his muscles.
"Shall we go get something to eat?" South asked. Alfred's stomach answered for him as a growled. Smirking South walked to the door and motioned Alfred to follow. Alfred followed him through the worn down hallway. As they walked down the hallway the rebels stole glances at Alfred, who stared back.
South opened the door to the cafeteria for him and Alfred was greeted by two familiar voices. "Alfred! You're alright!" Washington and Adam got up from their seats and ran over to Alfred.
"Yeah, I guess I'm alright" Alfred smiled. "I'm glad you guys are okay."
"Sorry to interruptin, but the sooner ya eat the better," South said. He gestured to the nearest table. "I'll grab the grub." He strutted off towards the front of the cafeteria to where the food line was.
"Alfred," Adam looked at him concerned. "Are you alright? What did they do to you?" he asked.
"The Psycho tied me to a chair and left me there for days with no food or water." Alfred growled.
Washington shook his head. "He said that he was letting you cool your head."
"Right," Alfred scoffed. "That and getting a little bit of revenge."
"So… did South talk to you about allying ourselves with them?" Adam glanced over his shoulder at South.
Alfred nodded. "Yes and I agreed. He's right when he says that we can't do this alone."
Before either of them could say anything South returned and placed a plate full of food down in front of Alfred. Muttering a thank you, Alfred dug in. "I was thinkin," South sat down across from Alfred, smiling. "Ya'll should to come with when we ambush the British." He said.
"The British," Adam gave him a confused look. "Their colony is nowhere near here."
Alfred interrupted. "Where is 'here' anyways?" he asked.
"It an old base from when the terraforming of Mars just started." Adam explained. "Usually we get rid of the bases we move out of but some of them we left, thinking that we would return to them. We never did. This one was the former Revelations base, just west of the Canadian colony."
South nodded. "Anyways, the British are sending a gift to the Russians and are stoppin in the New Ottawa on the way. When they leave the colony we plan to ambush them."
"What is their gift?" asked Washington.
South shrugged. "I don't know. But, mind ya, I plan to find out. Once ya'll are done eating we'll get suited up. We are heading out tonight." The trio looked at each other and nodded.
Alfred, Adam, Washington, South and several other Rebles quietly made their way through the dense woods. In the distance they could hear the rumbling of vehicles as they slowly made their way down the makeshift road over the sound of pouring rain. "Just up ahead," South Whispered. "Is Colonial Road."
"It's a makeshift road they put in that connects all the colonies." Adam explained.
South looked at his watch. "It's 20:15," They stopped close to the road and hid among the wood. Their uniforms blended in with the forest, camouflaging them. "They should be here soon." They stood still, waiting, for their target.
Soon the Vehicle, accompanied by several soldiers walking on foot, slowly came into view. Alfred looked at the soldiers soaked uniforms. "They don't look like average soldiers." He commented. Their uniforms were red and white with silver linings and buttons.
"Hm… I suppose ye're right," South whispered. "But that won't stop us: Attack at my signal." He raised his hand, getting ready to signal them to attack.
Blood covered the ground, staining American soil. Bodies of soldiers were scattered in the woods and the clearing. Alfred glanced out from behind the tree holding his gun at the ready. His 'borrowed' black body armor was stained with blood and covered in dirt. His glasses now had a crack in one of the lenses which caused him to adjust them constantly so the crack didn't distract him. He quickly took out the mag and glanced at the bullets inside. They were made of a poison, which formed a red crystal, which will dissolve when they come in contact with red blood cells. He heard the sound of footsteps and quickly placed the magazine back in his pistol.
Alfred looked back at the clearing then into the forest behind him. His rescuers, American soldiers, stood in the woods around him, weapons at the ready. He looked back at the clearing and saw British troops making their way out into the clearing. They kept a decent formation, making sure they had eyes in every direction. Alfred stared at them. His gaze never left his targets as he lifted his hand. A twitch disrupted his still features. The corners of his mouth twitched upwards into a smile. Pointing his hand forward towards the British troops the Americans jumped out from behind the trees and started shooting. The British were caught off guard but they quickly returned fire.
"Alfred," Whispered a voice in his ear. Alfred quickly turned to see Washington next to him. "Get ready." Washington held up his gun and loaded it.
Alfred felt cold. He didn't understand the memory that came back to him. Shaking his head he decided to focus on the target at hand and loaded his own gun.
"Now!" South commanded and they all jumped out at the unsuspecting British men. They attacked the British like madmen. Hitting, shooting, punching, kicking any one that got in between them and their prize. The fight was pure chaos as they brought all their strength down upon the British.
"Alfie," Yelled South. "Get the vehicle!" he shouted. Alfred nodded and ran towards the blocky metal car.
He pulled the man that was sitting behind the wheel out and jumped into the vehicle. For a couple of seconds he stared at the controls. "Um… I think I can figure this out." He started pressing any button the seemed familiar. Soon it roared back to life.
"We ought-ta get out of here, Alfie," South called as he jumped onto the top of the Vehicle. Washington Adam jumped into the armored car. The other rebels stood around it, scanning the woods. "Onwards!" He pointed forward with a triumphant look on his face. Smiling Alfred hit the gas and moved forward.
With South's help Alfred managed to find his way back to base. They were all smiling, happy about the successful attack. When they reached the base they found themselves surrounded by a crowd of cheering rebels.
"So are ya'll ready to see what the Brits were going to give to the Russians," South asked the crowd of rebles with a grin on his face. They all cheered. "Alrighty, then, let's see what's in this trunk," Yanking the trunk up his eyes sparkled as the reflected the glimmer of gold. South let out a low whistle. Sitting in the trunk were bars of gold and other valuable ores.
They stared in awe at them for a second before South motioned one of his men to come over. "Take our treasure to the vault inside the base. Make sure it's locked up tight." South commanded. The man nodded and motioned some of the other rebels to come help him.
Adam looked at South curiously. "Vault? This base didn't have a vault."
South nodded. "We put one in. Took us a while but with some help of the Union we were able to get one," He smirked. Adam nodded in understanding. South then turned towards Alfred. "So, Alfie, What did you think of our attack?" he asked.
"Well," Alfred shrugged. "You did good but it was chaotic, random. So random that I couldn't keep track of the battle or where everyone was. I think we need to be more organized in our attack."
South nodded. "I see what you mean. Maybe we could come up with something together but for now, let's eat."
Alfred smiled. "Sweet, dude. Hey, do you guys have any cola?"
"Duh." South answered simply.
They were making their way inside when Alfred noticed that one of the rebels was standing still, armor and helmet still on. Curious he made his way over to the man. "Hey, dude, are you alright?" he asked, placing a hand on the man's shoulder. He was shorter than Alfred. He could feel the man tense up underneath Alfred's touch.
"Are you alright," he asked again. The man nodded but didn't say anything. Alfred gave the man a concerned look. "Do you want to go get something to eat," The man shook his head and continued staring at Alfred. Alfred removed his hand and shifted his weight. He felt uncomfortable with the fact that the man staring at him. "Well… Maybe your just a bit shocked from the battle," The man nodded this time and Alfred gave him a small smile. "Some food will cure that. You should go eat something," Alfred started walking and soon noticed that the man wasn't following. "You coming?" Alfred asked pointing towards the base. The man shook his head. Giving up Alfred shrugged. "Alright, just make sure you eat something." He said and headed into the base alone.
The man stood there, still and alone, staring at Alfred's retreating back as he headed into the base.