Chapter XXXIX: Point Break

1600hrs, 16 December 2013, The White House, Washington D.C, United States.

"Never again will I allow our political self-interest to deter us from doing what we know to be morally right. Atrocity and terror are not political weapons, and to those who would use them, your day is over. We will never negotiate. We will no longer tolerate and we will no longer be afraid. It's your turn to be afraid." President James Marshall, Air Force One

President Elizabeth Hamilton shuffled some papers on her desk in the Oval Office. For being the first woman in the Executive Branch, she was pretty chill, the thinking, analyzing bureaucrat that she had been trained as until some higher ups asked her to run for the Presidency after a short term as US Senator. The entire primary season had been a mess, with all the extremist candidates crowding out the more moderate ones, but above the fray, the she had managed to prevail. She had made it a point not to wear a red suit, and had a voice coach to help tone down her slight Virginian accent. It had been a tiring year of campaigning, followed by her first full year in office. The desk that she was stacking papers on was from the "Camelot" era of JFK's time, as the president could request any desk from any past era to be brought into the Oval Office during his or rather, her term. The desk actually had a name; it was called the Resolute desk, after the ship that had explored the Artic in the later 19th century. Almost every president in the modern era had used it, so why rock the boat on that?

She hoped that she didn't suffer JFK's fate, however.

"This looks like a good speech," she said to herself, looking over the notes that had been prepared for tonight's session before the House and Senate. It was a suggestion by a number of House and Senator members that she start an annual Christmas address to both Houses and the nation; it would be, of course, shorter than the State of the Union. It would be more pep-talkish and celebratory; God knows that the United States needed that right now.

She was however, looking forward to the break so she could get away from the stressful job of running the nation for a bit.

Knock knock. Someone was at the door to the Oval Office.

"Come in," she said cheerfully. Hamilton looked up to see the White House Chief of Staff, Jorge Ramirez walk in, with a troubled look on his face.

"What is it Jorge?" she asked him.

He was a silent for a second, trying to find the words to speak. That was a rare occurrence.

"Jorge, is everything alright?"

He finally found the words to speak.

"Madame President…" he said. "I just got told the most incredible story of my entire life…and you're not going to believe who's telling it."

"Who?"

Jorge went back outside, and brought in Senators Gloria Patterson and James Plum, Representatives Georgia Clemens and Charles O'Conner, and two young women, one with blonde hair and one with…blue hair?

"Madame President," Senator Patterson said, trying to be as calm as possible. "You have to cancel the speech tonight and get out of Washington D.C."

The President blinked at her. The Senator and her had their differences yes, but why cancel the speech?

"Because you're in grave danger," the blue haired woman said to her. "The entire nation is."

POTUS blinked at that. "And you are?"

"My name is Amy. She's Mina," jabbing her thumb at the blonde. She gave a toothy smile.

"It's an honor to meet you," she said, bowing slightly.

"We're…we're with the Japanese government," Amy stuttered. Being in the presence of the Japanese PM? That was nothing. But being in front of the leader of the most powerful nation on Earth? Well, at least it gave a little bit more pressure. "Our department…"

"Who is 'our department?'" the President asked her, trying to keep her anger in check. What the hell was going on? "Why haven't the Japanese government addressed this through diplomatic channels?"
"That's because the Japanese government has been compromised by outside influences," Mina said. "You know about the Nakanishi Group?"

"Of course. There's not a day that goes by without their lobbyists bugging my Chief of Staff for some face time."

"They effectively control the foreign policy of Japan," Amy continued. "And as of late, me and a special team of operatives have been conducting special operations around the world to enforce their agenda."

President Hamilton blinked. For all the resources that the United States possessed, the CIA, the NIA, the DIA, the NSA, the intelligence branches of all the military forces, domestic law enforcement and good-old fashioned diplomacy, she had never had any inkling of what Amy was telling her. She went on to explain the operations in South Korea, China, Taiwan, India, Sudan…all of it, spilling out all of the secrets of the SAILOR team. Amy did keep the specifics of the Sudan operation to a minimum, however. That could be bad for their image, something that they didn't need right now in front of the President.

"Wait, you're saying that you're part of a special operations team that goes around and basically kills off the opposition to the Nakanishi Group." Hamilton's brown eyes narrowed on that statement.

"Yeah, that's about it," Amy sheepishly said, trying to avoid the president's accusing glare.

"And why would you join such an organization?" the President accused.

"We didn't have a choice in the matter," Mina explained hastily. "We were randomly chosen by an agent working by the Nakanishi Group to facilitate the development of this organization."

"I find that very hard to believe, Mina," POTUS replied, her brown eyes analyzing the girls standing in front of her. She wondered why the hell Jorge had brought them into her office. POTUS started to motion to her COS to escort the agents out and have them detained by the Secret Service, but then Georgia spoke up.

"Believe it or not," Georgia interrupted, "They have proof of what is about to happen, and I believe them."

"Representative Clemens," the President replied. "I understand your concern, but I cannot go off on the word of these two foreign agents, who are in violation of immigration and diplomatic law, and give me information about a terrorist attack that the CIA, FBI, NSA and other intelligence agencies have not found."

"That's because we're all under the influence of Nakanishi. Even your Vice President is under their control."

"They have much influence," POTUS conceded, "But they do not own me."

"Are you sure about that?" Amy interrupted. "What about your campaign? Who ran that? Who gave you the infrastructure to run it? Your current administration, how many department run Nakanishi software, or use Nakanishi made equipment?" She pointed to the T800 computer laying on her desk. "Where did that come from, hmm?"

Even POTUS couldn't deny that fact.

"Alright, fine. We use a lot of Nakanishi computers and stuff. But what about Microsoft? A huge chunk of computers use their operating system and they aren't planning massive terrorist attacks."

"This is different. Nakanishi is run by maniacal people who can't see that their actions will destroy the world and their profits with it. Other companies are run by people who can be reasoned with, shown the facts, make the proper decisions."

Well, most of the time, Amy thought to herself, thinking back to the 2007 recession, and the Japanese Bubble economy of the early 1990s.

"But the fact still remains, you do not have any proof…"

"We have a video," Mina protested. "it shows the Nakanishi leadership plotting all of these terrorist attacks and planning to gain financially from them!"

"That doesn't prove anything these days," POTUS snapped back. "Anyone can make a video. I need some proof, of which you don't have." She kept glaring at the Congressmembers in the room; she was going to have a nice long talk with each of them about this incident after she had the Secret Service take these two loonies away.

Amy and Mina breathed in. They hoped that it wouldn't come to this point, but it looked like it was heading that way.

"Madame President, we have the nuclear weapon with us."

She looked at them, incredulous of the information that they were speaking of.

"Why the hell would you bring that nuclear weapon here!" she asked.

"It's not here," Mina quickly reassured her. "It's located here." She took Amy's tablet computer and showed her a map. It was located at Manassas.

"And how do I know if it's not a trap?"

"You're just going to have to trust them," O'Conner spoke up, the first time he had done so in this meeting with the President.

"I trust them too," Patterson said.

Hamilton glared at everyone in the room now. This was going too far…she reached for the phone to call the Secret Service agents again until Georgia stepped forward.

"I've got an idea then," Georgia said. "Me and Charles will go out with a security detail. If we're telling the truth, then you can get confirmation from us and your team. If not, then you have all the perpetrators under guard already."

POTUS considered the options. She looked at the family photographs on the resolute desk. Her two children and the first gentleman looked back her. This was utterly ridiculous; four members of Congress and two foreign agents come into her office and start spouting all this nonsense about nuclear weapons and terrorist attacks and a. But maybe it was so ridiculous that it was true. She could throw them out of her office, but sometimes the President has to make decisions based on what little information that he or she might have, no matter the circumstances.

"Fine. I will get a Secret Service detail that will escort Representative O'Conner and Clemens to the spot where this supposed WMD is located. If you're lying about this though…"

She didn't have to explain the consequences.

"Understood, Madame President," O'Conner replied to her. "Georgia."

The two them left as the President called for a Secret Service detail to be sent to the map coordinates that the nuclear device was located.

She put down the phone as the Secret Service team rolled out, Georgia and O'Conner uncomfortably nestled between two very serious looking agents.

"So…" Georgia started to say to O'Conner, but the agents just glared at them to shut them up.

Georgia wondered about the series of events that had led them to this point; an uneventful subcommittee meeting, a drive to Orange, an email…it was all a blur. She gazed out of the window, looking at the passing cars and watching the landscape slowly turn from urban to rural.

Forty very awkward minutes later, they arrived at Manassas. It was peaceful almost; the snow glistened from the trees, shorn of their leaves and standing starkly naked in the cold winter air. The convoy of black Suburbans came to a stop as they turned onto the road that Amy and Mina had visited earlier that day.

Georgia and O'Conner waited anxiously in the SUV while the agents checked out the location. The irony of the location was not lost on them; one of the first battles of the American Civil War, it was were both North and South realized that the American Civil War (or for some people, the War of Northern Aggression), would be a long and bloody affair.

"It's here!" one of them yelled out. He took out his Blackberry, and snapped a picture of it to be uploaded to POTUS.

"Thank god," O'Conner said, sitting back in his seat. Georgia breathed out, glad and saddened at the same time. That meant that there was still one more nuke out there, and that the plan to destroy the United States government was in place.

The President received a picture from the Secret Service in no time. Amy had to speak up about the other nuke, or else this was all for naught. She would have done so earlier, but the President would have merely dismissed her information as mere conjecture, even with the emails found in Orange, VA. Anyone could make up an email, forge a signature, and shoot a grainy video of some people sitting in a conference room.

"Madame president, this is not the only one."

"What do you mean?" Hamilton asked, looking at the image of the nuclear weapon in front of her.

"There's another one at a meat processing plant in Paterson, New Jersey. Some of my people have been trying to get local law enforcement there, but there's no guarantee…"

Amy didn't get to finish her sentence before POTUS had picked up the phone and started barking orders into it. Having dodged one bullet, she was going to make for damn sure that there was not going to be another chance for the Nakanishi Group to execute their plans.

"Jorge, I need you to contact the FBI office in New Jersey and tell them that we have an Empty Quiver situation at a meat processing plant in Paterson, New Jersey. I'll send over the directions, but they might have already had left the plant headed into New York."

She put down the phone for a second, then snapped it up again. "Jorge, get the JCS and the NSC up here…no, wait. Have them meet somewhere else. Yes, that place, that'll be fine. We need to get everyone out of this city…what do you mean they're all congregated in Congress, what time is it?"

POTUS looked at her watch. It was 1650.

"Shit!"

She looked at Amy and Mina sitting on one of the couches. Patterson and Plum were still there as well, chatting nervously amongst themselves. POTUS ignored them for now; they would come into play later when she got around to purging every last bit of Nakanishi equipment from the US Government.

"You two have a vehicle?" she asked them.

"Yes," Amy said back, surprised that the President would ask them a question like that. "It's got a minigun in the back of it."

POTUS reminded herself to admonish the Secret Service about that, but at least these two were on her side.

"I need you two to get to the Capitol building and get people out of there," she ordered with conviction. "Take whoever you need…no wait." She picked up the phone again. "This is President. Yeah. Get the Capitol police to clear everyone out of the Congress building…what do you mean, there's no Capitol Police at the Capitol building? There's…"

She stopped for a second before going on. "It's that security company, isn't it?" POTUS took a sharp breath in. "Goddamn. I'll get back to you."

Hamilton turned to Amy and Mina. "Consider all Nakanishi Security a threat that are to be dealt with immediately. Get to the Capitol building and clear everyone out of there."

Amy and Mina nodded. "We'll take care of the threat." She still couldn't believe the President of the United States of America would trust them in this type of situation, but from her point of view, she had no reason not to. And with the Nakanishi goons everywhere…well, that made things a lot more complicated.

"Jorge, have the Capitol Police get to the Capitol building immediately, the Nakanishi Group is about to do something…no, I don't know what it is, but it's going to be bad. Thanks."

At the meat processing plant, the men were already started to pack up the W80 nuclear weapon. They were closer to New York than Orange was to Washington D.C, and could take a little bit more time. They didn't need to get anywhere specific, not even close to Wall Street because the resulting EMP would destroy all unshielded electronics and equipment. If it was in a residential area, great. If it was in a commercial area, great. Such was the simplicity and beauty of nuclear warfare. No finesse required, just point and shoot.

That is, if they had the chance to get the nuclear bomb to Manhattan. Five FBI cars pulled up outside and surrounded the place. A SWAT team from the local police department pulled up as well, ready to go in. Within a minute, they were ready, and from all sides, FBI and SWAT team units swarmed in.

A massive firefight broke out between the terrorists and the police, but unlike in Orange, there was no Nakanishi PMC to swipe away annoying pests like law enforcement or the FBI. All ten terrorists were killed in the firefight, and a FBI agent was killed in the crossfire, the first of many American casualties today. But the nuclear weapon was safe.

The time was 1700. They had just made it.

"Madame President," Jorge said to her fifteen minutes later. "We have the second nuclear weapon. All the nuclear weapons have been accounted for and are now being transported to safe locations."

"Thank God," POTUS said.

"Madame President." She looked up to see Jorge come into the room with some Secret Service agents. "We need to get you out of here if something goes down," he said, a slight Texan drawl reminding her where he was born.

"I understand." POTUS got up from her chair, but was immediately knocked down by large explosion.

"You getting this?" Kruger said, leaning on the side of the SUV, his FN SCAR slung behind his shoulder.

"Yes," Nephrite replied, looking stoically where that nuclear weapon was located. "But there's nothing we can do about it."

"How long do you think it'll take them to discover that we can listen to their transmissions?"

"Not long. We need to make the best of this opportunity as we can. Send some of those 'militia' folk to that location in Manassas and try to get some of our people there as well to attack and retrieve the WMD."

"And then what?" Kruger asked. "Our cover will be long blown by then."
"Doesn't matter, if we nuke this area, it'll still have the intended effect, just without the original plan in place."

Kruger nodded. "Of course." He did a radio check, and all his units sounded off that they were in position.

"Are your men in their civilian clothes?"

"Yeah, they're in civvies." Of course, that was in complete violation of the Geneva Convention of 1949, but then again, no one seemed to pay attention to that sort of thing nowadays. That was why the PMC could exist. Men (and yes, almost always men), with no life, no hope after the military (or maybe even with no military experience) could join up for the big bucks, guard boring locations in the middle of nowhere land, and maybe run some illicit operations on the side for some more money.

Nephrite sighed and looked out at the place that they were going to attack. "Then you may begin."

Kruger nodded, and hit the transmit button the radio. "This is Sjaal One, Sjaal One, all units are go for operation, I say again, all units are go for operation."

A large group of Hummers and SUVs converged on the Capitol building and began their assault. A second group of SUVs and Hummers also converged on the White House, the mercenaries in them reading their weapons for the deadly business before them.

Mina and Amy had just pulled up next to the National Air and Space Museum when the assault had just begun.

"Shit!" Mina exclaimed, looking at all the SUVs swarming toward the Capitol. "Those must be the Nakanishi guys! We gotta stop them!"

"On it!" Amy hit the gas and accelerated toward the front of the group of vehicles. They didn't take notice at first, because the vehicle was a Nakanishi owned one, and perhaps they had been given orders by the commander to move up, or they were just getting into position. She continued to accelerate down Independence Avenue, past the Nakanishi vehicles, and heading toward the lead one.

Nephrite looked out of his window to see the sight of the vehicle that had been taken earlier today driving up right beside him, on the left.

"What the fuck…" he said to himself. "Hostile contact!" he screamed to the others in the SUV.

"Wait, what?" Kruger said, looking up from his map. "That's a Nakanishi Vehicle!"

Nephrite didn't wait to respond. Instead, he rolled down his window and brandished his Calico SMG. Taking aim, he fired a couple of rounds at the vehicle.

"Mina!" Amy yelled, but she was already rolling down her window and pointing her M4 out of it. She fired back. From where she was located, Mina thought she saw a flash of red. The window rolled back up and the SUV fell back, slowing down and letting the others pass. By this time, the others had wisened up and had started to pursue their vehicle, the occupants leaning out and firing all along. Mina leaned out of the window and started to fire back.

"Get on the Minigun!" she yelled, trying to dodge traffic and bullets at the same time.

"I can't!" Mina yelled . "Too many civvies!" There were people too out there, either on holiday, doing some sightseeing, traveling from work…a Minigun would cause more problems that it would solve. Already, Amy had seen a person get hit from the stray fire that these guys were putting out.

"Fuck," Amy hissed to herself. She continued to drive.

"Bring it down here!"

One of the Secret Service agents was waving to a UH60 Blackhawk hovering above. The helicopter had been on a routine training mission until a flash order from the Commander in Chief herself had ordered them to stop at this location and to take on a special package.

"I'm glad that they're getting that thing out of here," O'Conner muttered to himself, patting his left jacket pocket for his flask. He took it out and drank a shot or so.

"Jesus, I thought you gave up that stuff," Georgia said. Take the Irishman out of Ireland, but you can't take out his Irishness.

"Just a celebratory drink," he smiled.

A couple of agents hefted the WMD to the helicopter, where one of the crew chiefs helped to put it aboard. Another agent hopped in the helicopter to keep it under guard. The crew chief was not happy about this arrangement, and started to argue with the agent, which brought the pilot and the co-pilot in on the argument and the rest of the agents in as well.

"Take the goddamn nuke," O'Conner groaned. "Stay here," he told Georgia. He put his flask away and started to walk over to the helicopter.

About a couple hundred feet away, a group of men in winter camouflage spotted the commotion and noted that this was the target that had been sent to them. There were about fifty of them, all survivalists and neo-Confederates, organized into a militia termed the "1st Virginia Volunteers Regiment," a throwback to the regiments of the American Civil War. They had been trained and armed by the Nakanishi PMC, who had quite literally, stumbled upon them when they had been out on exercises in the Virginia countryside. The training had consisted mostly of pep talks, some weapons exercises, and a couple of Youtube videos. To the Nakanishi PMC, they were just another tool in their plan of massive attacks that would occur on 16 December 2013. To the 1st VVR, they were more powerful than they could have ever imagined. Now armed with powerful Bushmaster ACRs, AT4s, FN Minimis and M21 sniper rifles, they were ready to take on any threat.

Well, in their minds anyway.

One of them popped open a AT4 and aimed it toward the helicopter on the ground. It was a perfect shot…for someone who knew what they were doing. The rocketeer failed to do a couple of things; first, he did not clear the backblast area behind him, in which a couple of men were kneeling, not paying attention. Secondly, the rocketeer failed to properly brace himself in the usage of the AT4, although a recoilless weapon, proper care should be taken in firing the weapon, mainly having a firm grip on the AT4, aiming down the sights and maintaining a field of fire on the target. Third, the rocketeer failed to take stock of his situation, solely focusing on the helicopter and not thinking about the consequences of firing a rocket a WMD. He at least took both safeties off, and fired the 84mm rocket toward the helicopter. The men caught in the backblast were injured, suffering from major burns from the heat and blast that the AT4 produced.

Thankfully, he missed, sending the rocket to the right and exploding on impact with the ground.

Unfortunately for O'Conner, that miss turned him into another statistic for that day. There was nothing left of Representative Charles O'Conner after the explosion besides a couple of limbs and some boots. The helicopter immediately took off, resolving the argument between the crew chief and the agents. Gunfire immediately erupted from the nearby treeline, and the agents returned fire. Some managed to get hits even at the extreme range of their pistols; all Secret Service Agents are trained to be marksmen. But it was obvious that they were outnumbered and outgunned, and with their mission finished, it was time to get the hell out of there.

Georgia looked on, stunned that Charles was just there…and now he wasn't.

"Get down!" An agent tackled and shoved her into the SUV that she had been riding earlier. The agents scrambled into the SUVs and booked it out of there, scurrying back to Washington D.C. Georgia looked back, dumbfounded at the situation.

"He was right there…" she mumbled. "He was right there…"

"Madame President!"

Jorge's voice brought POTUS out of her daze. She looked around her; the Oval Office was in flames; the desk was intact however. It had probably had saved her life. Hamilton tilted her head slightly to the right…there was Plum and Patterson. They were both dead, their eyes lifeless.

"We need to get you out of here!" a Secret Service agent yelled. "SANDSTONE is on the move!"

Hamilton barely remembered being pulled up and shoved around. Gunfire resonated in the background, with the Secret Service detail surrounding her, forming a living meat shield that would protect her from the bullets flying about. The agents on the roof of the White House, as expected, fended off the first wave of attackers, sending them and their vehicles scurrying down Pennsylvania Avenue in order to regroup.

"We don't have much time," Hamilton heard one of the agents say into his radio. "Hello…? Goddammit, the radio is out!"

She vaguely remembered being shoved into the SUV.

The three car convoy moved out, with the lead one being armed with a Minigun. The agent inside popped out and laid down covering fire, block by block until he ran out of ammunition. They stopped for nobody, not even the random person that was unlucky enough to be in their way. The convoy just kept driving and driving until it got to Andrews Air Force Base, some thirty minutes away, where the VC-25 that the President usually traveled in was on the tarmac, ready to go.

Amy and Mina had been in a running gun battle with the other Nakanishi vehicles until the Capitol building came into full view.

"Oh shit," Mina said. "This is…this is not good."

The Senate Wing was on fire, with flames shooting out of many windows. Mina saw someone jump from one of the floors and disappear. The House Wing was blackened by several explosions, and two RPGs flew from somewhere north of the building and detonated against the exterior. People ran about, screaming, trying to get away from their attackers. A Nakanishi Hummer came into view, its tires squealing against the asphalt as it tried to cut off their SUV.

"Now can you use the fucking Minigun?!" Amy yelled.

"On it!"

Amy brought the SUV near the back entrance to the Capitol building, where the vehicles for the important dignitaries were held.

Mina got into the gunner's seat, and looked around for the release button that would pop the gun out.

At 3000 rounds a minute, the air cooled, six barreled, electric driven M134 Minigun spat 50 7.62mm x 51mm rounds every second, saturating the target with a storm of bullets that would kill, maim, disable, or do a variety of things to make sure that the target would not get back up. Mina held down the triggering mechanism for three seconds, sending 150 rounds in total into the nearest Hummer. Despite the armored plating that the Hummer possessed, the amount of rounds being fired and the open windows guaranteed that someone would die. The Minigun is not a precise weapon; it doesn't even have sights to aim at the target. Instead, tracer rounds, every third round, would be fired leading the gunner onto the target. It even looked a like a laser, much to Mina's delight. The resulting sound was a distinctive "Brrrrrrrrmm!" as there were too many rounds being fired to hear them individually. She swept a row of SUVs that had set up a blocking position near the rear entrance, firing at anything that moved.

Within a couple of seconds, several PMC soldiers were down and several people managed to escape the onslaught. A couple more minutes passed, then the armored vehicles of Senators, foreign dignitaries and military personnel started to escape, held back by the torrent of fire that the PMC had been pouring onto the Senate building.

Annoyed by their appearance, the remaining PMC soldiers started to close in on the Amy and Mina's position, trying to destroy them.

"Mina, at three o'clock!" Amy screamed out, pointing out the driver's side and firing the last of her Cx4 ammo off. A couple more SUVs screamed in toward their position, the occupants firing their weapons at anything that moved. Mina turned the Minigun and fired a short burst at the convoy. One of the SUVs turned over, having its' tires shredded. The other two SUVs backed off, and started fleeing in the other direction.

Amy heard the sound of approaching sirens as the Capitol Police finally got their act together and started their relief efforts. This was obviously faster than the PMC had expected, and they started to withdraw from the area.

She saw a wounded soldier crawl out of overturned vehicle. This was their break; they could get some more information about the details of their operation and the whereabouts of that bastard, Nephrite.

"Mina, I'm taking us to that SUV over there!"

"I'll keep a lookout."

Amy drove over to the overturned vehicle, making sure that there were no more threats about. Gunfire continued in the background, and the occasional explosion boomed in the distance. Seeing no more threats in the immediate area, she stopped the SUV by the wounded man and got out.

"Where's Nephrite!" Amy shouted at the wounded soldier, walking over. He was obviously in pain, and with the blood loss from his wounds, he wouldn't last very long without medical care.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" he snarled back. His accent sounded like he was from South Africa. Mina appeared behind Amy, holding the first aid kit from the SUV. He looked at the aid, then turned away.

"We can at least treat your wounds," Mina said, softly. She was almost drowned out by some gunfire, presumably the police and the PMC getting into a shootout down the street.

Amy glared at Mina, but that was probably the best way to get information right now. Mina handed Amy the kit, but she stopped before treating him.

"We'll treat you, but you have to tell where Nephrite is."

The man laughed bitterly now, realizing the situation that was upon him. "Sure. I'm done for anyway. That wound will kill me in a couple of hours, if not sooner. And I'll just spend the rest of my days in jail anyway if I survive."

"Where is he?" Amy asked again, this time more nicely and without all the anger running through her voice.

"We were planning to meet at this small town in Maryland…ah…" He coughed and winced in pain as Amy opened up the first aid kit and got some bandages out; she noticed a small tube of gel that said "HEALING SOLUTION: Mk I". She wasn't going to give him that treatment though. She dressed an abdominal wound, doing the best she could with the medical training that she had. The blood was turning black, which meant the liver had been punctured and was spilling toxic bile out into his body. He would be dead either way.

"…it's um…Crofton. Yeah, that's the one. Some wildlife preservation reserve or some shit like that. Never heard of it though."

"Alright," Amy said. She got some morphine syrettes from the first aid kit and administered one. The soldier gasped as the painkiller took hold, relaxing him and dropping his blood pressure dramatically. Amy gave a couple more to him, pressing them into his hand.

"Here you go."

"Thanks." The soldier nodded in reply, and through his quickly weakening state, injected another syrette into his leg.

Amy stood up and took the first aid kit with her. She gave one last look at the PMC soldier, who was losing consciousness rapidly.

"Looks like we have our work cut out for us," Mina muttered, looking at the burning Washington D.C skyline.

Amy just nodded and got back into the SUV and started it up again, the weight of the entire mission on her shoulders.