Alright cool, second story. I'm writing on this one because I forgot to write the important info on the first chapter (gawddammit). This story is going to be a novelization of the Battlefield 3 Single Player, and also a continuation of it. The single player missions and events will be in the order they were actually supposed to be in, rather than have that confusing order where 'Comrades' came in. I'm also adding the cooperative missions in as well, as they somewhat go along with the single player. A few things like callsigns, weaponry and the like have been changed to fit this story and I hope I don't piss any fans of the game off through my writings. I hope you enjoy.

Also, this story will be kinda dramatic as stated in the genre and such, but there's also gonna be a bit of romance, definitely action (which should actually be a category) and a bunch of other stuff.

Chapter Two: Uprising

SSgt. Henry Blackburn – 1st Recon Marines

March 15, 2014. 2036 Zulu Time

Al Sulaymaniyah, Iraq

"On the other hand, I have a better idea." Blackburn opened his eyes, surprised to be alive. He tried to move his legs but he couldn't. The pain now was ten times worse than the ache had felt during the team's escape from the rooftop.

His vision was blurry, almost red.

But when it cleared, Blackburn saw three people. An injured marine was on the ground and another man- not from the Middle East, was kneeling over him. A PLR insurgent stood nearby, watching.

The one near the marine had short, dark blondish hair. He wore civilian attire. "I'll let you choose." The man said to the marine. His voice had an accent. This man wasn't an American; was he European? Blackburn's first thought was the man was Russian. If he was Russian, what the hell was he doing here?

"Choose?" the wounded marine panted. "Choose what?" Blackburn struggled to keep his eyes open.

"Oh come on," the man with the accent said, almost playfully. "What is it?" he raised a .44 magnum, pointing at the marine. "Live, or die?" he asked. The marine didn't answer. "Live or die, mister." When the marine continued to remain silent, the supposed Russian said something to the PLR soldier who shouldered his weapon and picked the marine up by his arms.

The marine groaned in pain as the insurgent stood him up. Blackburn watched in horror. The captured marine's moans changed into screams of fear mixed with agony as he was dragged him away with the other man.

Blackburn, feeling a mix of emotions rising in him, closed his eyes. The pain was unimaginable for him as well. Part of him wanted to just say there, succumb. No more pain.

No. I have to get back home, back to Charlene. I gotta find Campo…Montes…Matkovic… Blackburn opened his eyes. He pushed a piece of concrete off his chest, and shoved two more away from him.

A voice came over his headset, making Blackburn freeze for a moment.

"All units this net; be advised, a catastrophic earthquake even in Iran is affecting all operational capability in the Iran-Iraq region. This net will be delivering updates as they become available."

Blackburn finished freeing himself stood up on the rubble. A deep crevice he was in stretched before him. Sitting on top of a spot in front of him was a burning chopper. There was no one else in sight.

Okay, I gotta retrace my steps to Bazarr…

Somewhat fired a machine gun, making Blackburn crouch down and unsheathe his knife. He ducked into the shadows, watching insurgents jumped across the gap. They had flashlights mounted on their rifle barrels.

Blackburn took a few deep breaths, mustering his courage. He moved forward in a crouch, moving under the chopper. He waited another moment, allowing more insurgents to jump over the crevice.

"The PLR is reaching out with catastrophe help to all American soldiers." A Middle Eastern voice said through a loud speaker.

Don't listen to that. Don't listen to that. Don't listen to that.

Blackburn didn't know if he was mentally talking himself or praying that any other marines in the area didn't listen to the PLR. He took some comfort that, just like him, there were other marines quietly making their through the ruins.

He kept moving in the shadows created by the overhang of pavement above him, hugging the wall. There was rubble everywhere. Ripped clothes fluttered in the breeze and only a few lights were left. Sirens echoed throughout the night and fires burned in a few spots. "Come out in the open. Hiding will be seen as an act of aggression."

It's a goddamn trap. Either way they'll just gun us down.

Blackburn paused, letting an insurgent's flashlight drift away from his path before moving forward. The crevice was getting higher and higher, and Blackburn was getting nervous. He was losing cover.

Blackburn jumped as a body slumped out of a HUMVEE that was halfway buried beside him. He checked the dead marine, taking his dog tags. The radio in the HUMVEE was half-destroyed but a familiar voice could be heard.

"All Misfit victors, this is Misfit Actual. Regroup at extraction point 'Lima'; we are pulling out, over."

Cole. At least somebody he knew had made it. Blackburn hoped that the rest of his team was alright. If they were dead or worse, captured…

Blackburn didn't want to think about it. He looked to his left to see PLR insurgents gathering. If he stayed here he was he was going to be find. A pipe was his escape. So Blackburn went prone and crawled into it.

Blackburn was able to get a look at his arms. They were smothered with dirt, covered with scratches, some of them deep. His watch on his left wrist was also smashed. As he crawled along Blackburn tried to keep as quiet as he could. He could see the boots of his enemies as they walked over the pipe, unaware of the marine below.

Something rustled in front of him. Blackburn stopped as a rat popped out of a small pipe to his left. It sat back, squeaking and rubbing its nose.

"Shh…" Blackburn said to it, raising a finger to his lips with a smile. But the rat bit his finger through his glove as he lowered it back down. Blackburn suppressed a short groan and lightly pushed the rat way. The rat persisted and bit his hand again. Another smack didn't make it go away. It started tugging on his glove.

He knew that this thing was making a lot of noise. If an insurgent decided to look down he was screwed. Blackburn raised his knife, giving the rat one more smack before driving the cold steel into its tiny neck. The rat gave one last pitiful squeak as it died.

Blackburn withdrew his knife tugged the dead rat over to the side by its tail. He waited a moment and started moving again when he figured no one had noticed.

So far so good; almost got killed by a rat…that'll be a nice story…

Continuing to ignore the PLR loudspeaker, Blackburn exited the pipe and slunk over to a door. He remembered the door; it led to the hallway the team had gone through after they had gotten off the roof where they had dealt with the sniper.

Blackburn carefully opened the door and went inside, closing it behind him. He looked ahead to see a pair of guards at the end of the hallway, chatting to each other. Blackburn only knew snippets of their language, but he could understand that they were looking for someone.

His hope rose for a second. Maybe it was his team.

Another insurgent was looking over his weapon, his back turned to Blackburn. Blackburn let his soldiering taking over and he sneaked up behind the tango and drove his knife into his neck. He let it sink in for a moment, before dropping the body and sheathing his knife. He quickly grabbed the AKS-74u carbine and gunned the two guards down as they spotted him.

Blackburn checked over the weapon. It had a Kobra holographic optic, as well as a flashlight. He had never used enemy weaponry before, but Blackburn was a fast learner. He reloaded the carbine before gathering up some ammunition for.

He proceeded down the hallway to the right where he had come earlier that day. Another hostile appeared that Blackburn quickly shot. Three more were running down the hallway and Blackburn used up the rest of his clip on them.

These guys have no idea what they're doing. Blackburn couldn't see any form of an officer among the bodies. The PLR soldiers whom he had seen after waking up looked like they were somewhat trained or had some combat experience. These men didn't sport any form of tactical prowess at all. Maybe that was the organization of the PLR…measly guerrilla fighters to ex-military men.

Blackburn had so many questions. He found himself wanting to know more about the PLR, just because of the man he saw when he had woken up. Was he the leader of the PLR? What role was he playing? Who?

Blackburn shook his head. This was no time to think about questions that he would probably never get answers for.

Passing a large fire, Blackburn went back onto the street. The door that had been there before had been blown away. He stopped and crouched as he heard a very loud propeller noise. The carved up street ahead of him was bathed in light, exposing three insurgents on the move.

He looked up, and Blackburn realized it was a V-22 Osprey. The Osprey hovered low above the street, the searchlight scanning the area. One of the insurgents fired a few rounds up at the helicopter. Blackburn jumped up and took each tango with three rounds.

Blackburn looked back up with the hope that the Osprey had spotted him. But the chopper didn't and turned away. "Son of a bitch…"

Blackburn jogged ahead, resupplying his ammunition off the dead bodies. He came to the area where Chaffin had received his wound- or above it. Blackburn couldn't tell if the parking lot had sunk lower than the street level or if the spot he stood on had risen above the parking lot. It didn't matter. Rubble and fire was everywhere.

Multiple shadowy figures were lurking about between the cars in the parking lot, so Blackburn decided to stay up high where he could the drop on them. He moved along the line of debris and came to a car at the edge.

He heard voices below. Blackburn peeked over to see two PLR soldiers talking to each other. Blackburn looked at the car. It was on the edge and could easily be pushed over on top of the two enemies.

Blackburn raised one of his legs and pressed his boot against the side of the car. With a quiet groan he put his weight into his leg and the car loosened from its spot and dropped down on the target.

There were shouts from the parking lot and the garage. Blackburn got down before anyone could see him. His heart pounded against his chest as he listened to the footsteps and voices gathering underneath him.

He had made sure to collect a frag grenade from his enemies. Blackburn pulled the pin and rolled it over the edge. A few frenzied screams came, followed by an explosion.

Blackburn jumped down and looked at the mess. The two insurgents who were crushed by the car couldn't be seen, and the others had been ripped up by the shrapnel from the grenade.

One had survived and was trying to crawl away. Blackburn went over to the wounded enemy and kicked him in the side, causing him to roll over. He wanted to say something, tell this man he didn't even know how much he hated him.

Instead, Blackburn fired a single round into him and ventured into the garage.

It was brightly lit and Blackburn went to open one of the closed garage doors that would put him back on track. The ground rumbled underneath him and Blackburn got ready for another earthquake. But the after-shock faded away, causing some glass to fall and the garage doors leading to the parking lot to come loose and slam shut.

Blackburn, momentarily, felt trapped. He looked between the double sets of red doors, as if some greater power doomed him to be trapped in there. He recovered and almost laughed at himself.

"Don't shame yourself by hiding!" a voice yelled. Blackburn readied his weapon, heading over to the garage door. A few voices shouted and the garage door was opened up by an insurgent. Blackburn kicked him back and gunned him down, then quickly rolled behind cover as three more opened fire on him.

They stopped and a grenade was tossed in. Blackburn swore and whipped the grenade back out of the garage. It exploded, taking down all three insurgents. Blackburn reloaded and headed back out.

The road he was now on was worse than the previous one. Giant piles of rubble were all around him. One blocked his path to get back to the staging area. Thankfully, an open bus was caught in the wreckage. Blackburn went into the bus slowly and made his way through it.

He stopped halfway as a rocket went off and slammed into the bus. Blackburn was thrown to the back of the bus, landing on his side. Blackburn aimed out the window and ducked back down as another trio of PLR insurgents shot at him.

After popping up and firing a few times, Blackburn was able to finish them off and moved out of the bus. Ahead, two more tangos appeared but the tearing of concrete caught their attention. The building they stood next to broke apart and collapsed on them.

It was fitting to Blackburn, seeing how so many of his fellow marines were crushed in the earthquake. Before the storm of dust could reach him, Blackburn recognized the gate from earlier and went into the lit alley.

A door opened and an enemy kicked a box out of the way. He was followed by another but both were killed by Blackburn. He went into the door and jumped down the broken staircase. Now Blackburn was back in the school.

He went to the door where they entered from and kicked it open. Blackburn turned and started going down the hallway. At the other end, someone appeared in the doorway.

"Freeze, motherfucker- hands!" the voice was familiar.

"Montes!" Blackburn said, holding out his arms. Montes laughed.

"Holy shit; Blackburn, am I glad to see you." He lowered his LMG and waved Blackburn over. Blackburn went over and they bumped their fists together.

"You alright man?" Montes nodded. He was covered in grime but otherwise looked okay. "What's the situation?"

"In about half an hour this place is gonna be every fuckin' man for himself. C'mon, let's get the fuck outta here." The reunited marines ran down the alley until they came to the door. "Misfit, this is Misfit One-Three. I think we're nearly back at the staging area; I dunno, this place looks real different without any freaking buildings." Blackburn entered the garage with the counter with Montes closing the door behind him. Cole came over the radio a moment later.

"Do what you have to do; Ospreys are leaving in five mikes."

"Hey, I'm glad you made it Dave." Blackburn said. Montes smiled and patted his friend's shoulder.

"You too brother." He then looked guilty. "I tried lookin' for you, I did. But the PLR…"

"S'alright man, don't worry about it. Let's just get the hell outta here." Montes nodded in agreement. Outside, glass shattered from a minor after-shock. "I especially don't want to be here if there's another earthquake."

"No kidding. I got the door, come on." Montes went to the garage door, knelt down and lifted it up enough so Blackburn could crouch under it. Once he was on the other side Blackburn held it for Montes who grabbed his LMG and got out. The door then dropped down.

They started moving again, and Blackburn breathed a sigh of relief as he recognized the alley to the staging area. "Milnet was saying there's riots all over the fucking city, and get this- a coup in Iran."

"No shit?"

"…sponsored by your friendly neighborhood PLR…"

"You know what that means." Blackburn muttered.

"Invasion…look!" the two came over a pile of rubble to the staging area which was now a mess of cars on the highway which was mostly covered with even larger piles of rubble. Near them, two HUMVEEs were set up around a burning red flare. A squad of marines was nearby, and one was manning the HUMVEE.

Two familiar faces appeared at the red flare.

"Is that who I think it is!" Campo and Matkovic waved to Montes and Blackburn as they jogged up.

"Good to see you, but we got bad times!" bullets whizzed all around them. "Blackburn, up on that weapon!" Blackburn dropped the AKS and scrambled into the HUMVEE and started firing the fifty caliber machine gun at anything that moved. There weren't that many PLR attacking at one time, making it easy to pick off. But more kept appearing out of the mist of dust that was rolling towards them.

It was being created by the Osprey as it slowly hovered in.

"We're standing by for extract, coming in on your left." The pilot said over the comms.

"Shit, there's our ride!" Montes said as he reloaded.

"Running low on ammo!" Blackburn shouted, but he didn't let up on the trigger. The searchlight moved over their position, blinding them for a moment.

"RPG, my twelve!" the rocket shot passed the Osprey as it made a lazy dodge.

"Relocating, too hot in target LZ."

"Hurry the fuck up or you're gonna have no one to extract!" Blackburn turned the turret to fire on the larger group of PLR that had flanked them. They took cover behind a low wall that was chewed up by the fifty caliber machine gun.

"RPG!" someone shouted. The rocket hit Blackburn's HUMVEE. Blackburn dropped to his knees from the wreck and looked up to see the Osprey had landed and everyone was boarding it.

"Okay. Let's go, let's go!" Campo waved for him to get up as he bolted into the Osprey. Blackburn ran for the Osprey, dodging another rocket as it destroyed a car near his path. "Come on!"

Blackburn climbed up and Montes grabbed his hand, pulling him into the Osprey.

"I gotcha buddy." He said with a nod. Blackburn smiled and the pair turned to face the city. A rocket soared towards them but it hit the stone column behind the Osprey. The column crumbled down, blocking the PLR off. The Osprey took off and slowly flew away from the city.