End of a Front

17 April 1963
Boston, Massachussetts
United States

"Move up! Move up!" An American Army captain orders his men as he and his unit avoid incoming fire from the Wehrmacht. Rockets and gunfire fly overhead from either side, but American gunfire has overwhelmed much of the Wemcht lines, causing them to pull back and lose control of the city. Even the local residents have taken up arms after the first American soldiers have landed days prior, encircling the Wehrmacht and cutting them off on land, air, and sea.

During the occupation of Boston, the Wehmarct acted in keeping the front and supply lines stable and pushing the Americans back, while the task of keeping the peace was delegated to a detachment of German SS. But with American bombings over Wehrmacht's position in and around occupied territories. Followed by the insertion of American paratroopers and the usage of the UH-1s. Despite initial losses, the Americans promptly push forward, encircling the city.

In the city of Boston, American UH-1s fly overhead dropping off more and more soldiers to recapture the city of Boston. With the support of the Air Force preventing reinforcements and supplies from the air and the US Navy pushing back the Kriegsmarine, the Wehrmacht generals know that the battle is all but lost. Rockets and artillery fire land on Wehrmacht positions as gunfire becomes more intense.

"What do you mean to pull back?" Generalmajor Albrecht asks, shouting into the telephone that connects him to the command base in Portland. "We are all but surrounded at this point in the city and we are left on our own!"

"No matter. Make the move up north as we will send reinforcements to aid in a breakout." Generalleutnant Siewert orders. "Our Führer has already ordered a pullout for our troops. We are to move post to Canada. If we're lucky we might be able to return to Europe."

"Should have told me that sooner. We're about 1000 meters from the enemy and are all but surrounded. No air support, no naval support, no heavy guns. Not much artillery,!" He reports. "I got less than 10 tanks and armored vehicles and 7,500 men who are about to be left stranded by your incompetency. So Help Us!" Generalmajor Albrecht shouted, ducking to avoid shell fragments landing in his position. "Get your assess over here and distract these damaged Americans!"

"General look out!" An Oberleutnant jumps in front and pushes the Generalmajor to the ground as a rocket lands on their position. Men yell out in pain after the explosion. Generalmajor Albrecht stands up and brushes off the dust from his tunic. He grabbed the phone and tries to make contact once more.

"Hello!" He inspects it and sees that the rocket attack left it destroyed. "God damn it." He throws the phone to the ground.

"Generalmajor, what are we to do next?" The Oberleutnant asks with concern on his face. Generalmajor Albrecht can see it throughout the building and the wider field. The battle is all but over as the Americans continue to push forward against crippling lines. Successfully enveloping and eliminating pockets of resistance all throughout Boston and the wider Massachusetts area.

"We're on our own," General Abrecht responded with defeat. "Tell the men to pull back and to lay down their arms and raise the white flag." Generalmajor Albrecht orders the Oberleutnant. He acknowledges the order and goes on to pass the order along with the remaining commanders. Generalmajor Albrecht grabs a carton of American cigarettes and places a stick in his mouth, lighting it. "If this happens here, God knows what might happen if this would repeat in Europe. God forbid that they make it to Germania." Albrecht coughs as he tosses the cigarette on the ground. "Horrible."

The Heer lines in Boston have been holding the city against an unrelenting American siege for the past two weeks. Despite holding the city since the end of March the Wehrmacht suffer heavy casualties as their last chance of escape has been cut, and without any support, their fate is left to that of their captors. Soon the surrender order was given and Albrecht's men begin to surrender in droves. By the end of the day, Boston is liberated.

18 April 1963
Portland, Maine
United States

"Herr Generalleutnant Siewert, I need to speak with you." Generalleutnant Gaedcke walks up to Generalleutnant Siewert's office, angry with the current state of operations. "What the hell is going on? Where is the support for our troops? Our lines in Boston are already crumbled and we can't break through to evacuate our troops from that damned city." Generalleutnant Gaedcke calls out. The men inside of the city hall, which was the main post in conquering the New England sector, begin to set up evacuation orders, destroying documents and intelligence reports, orders, etc

"Don't you think I don't know that, Generalleutnant?" Generalleutnant Siewert responded. "The frontlines are already crumbling since the beginning and we have to pull back now. The Kriegsmarine is all but ready to maroon us on this continent." Generalleutnant Siewert responded with haste. He too knows that the campaign is all but over and that the invasion has been a failure from the beginning. "Boston has already fallen back to American hands. We are losing more and more ground by the day, more and more men by the hour, and more and more resources by the minute!"

"So is that it huh? We're to fall back to where?" Generalleutnant Gaedcke asks with dispondence.

"If our armies move fast enough, we may get our men out of this continent before the end of the week. But we need a strong rear guard to achieve that as well as the cooperation of the Kriegsmarine to keep American ships from hunting us while we're on the water." Generalleutnat Siewert responded. "Let's just hope we leave in time. Perhaps the SS Gruppenführerin would act as a rearguard while our armies evacuate." Generalleutnant Siewert attempts to come up with a last-minute strategy. The logistics of a successful evacuation are already difficult enough, especially on enemy land. But to evacuate off a continent is what both men would consider impossible.

"Yes but over the course of a week to transport all and to where?" Generalleutnant Gaedcke asks. "I could barely get a hold of the Kriegsmarine. All I could get is that we would only be able to evacuate a chunk of our forces from a few spots," He continues. "All of the viable options are in Canada. I doubt we'll even make it in time." He finishes.

"Talking about retreat are we?" A familiar female voice enters the scene. The two Generalleutnants turn their heads and spot the woman they dread, Esdeath. "Given. You two are only following orders and saving whatever you can." Esdeath steps closer. The two men can see her tattered and dirtied uniform, unlike themselves Esdeath has been leading from the front. Despite the practice being outdated, her style of attack, coupled with her Imperial Arms, made her almost well-loved and feared by the SS and Wehrmacht. Something only a few Wehrmacht generals and high-ranking officers could only achieve. "So what is the Heer going to do now? Abandon the men because the Americans are getting the upper hand?"

"Not exactly the plan. SS-Gruppenführerin Partas." Generalleutnant Gaedcke responded.

"Then what is it then?" Esdeath pressed. "Because earlier I heard nothing but talk of running away. I'm sorry, I meant a retreat." The two men stayed silent. Generalleutnant Siewert begins to speak once more.

"Despite never being ordered by the Führer, it is at this point agreed by all in the OKW that we're to evacuate." Generalleutnant Siewert responded. "The Kriegsmarine only has a limited window to evacuate a fraction of our invasion force." Generalleutnant Siewert relays the few bits of information he received from Admirale Wilhelm Ehm. "The US Navy has already scrambled much of the Kriegsmarine and the U-Boats are barely holding them off. We ourselves haven't decided whether to leave or not."

"Well, you don't have to think further. Because you two can just leave." Esdeath decided for them. "While you two leave, and possibly be executed, I will stay and fight," Esdeath responded. "For I haven't felt this good in a while. What do you say, gentlemen?" Esdeath asks.

"Well, good luck with that SS-Gruppenführerin," Generalleutnant Gaedcke responded. "I would also assume that you're here because you lost a portion of your troops, hadn't you?" He inquires.

"Well, they gave their lives for the Fatherland. At this point, they are already aware of the challenges and have sacrificed all they could." Esdeath responded.

"Is that one way to talk about your soldiers," Generalleutnant Siewert asked with disgust in his tone.

"It's better than abandoning them," Esdeath responded. Standing up for her ideals.

"Just like how you abandoned New York to failure?!" Generalleutnant Siewert continue.

"Excuse me?" Esdeath asked, with a clear irateness in her voice that is lost to Generalleutnant Siewert.

"You know what I mean. I was told that you were diverted away to Canada instead of reinforcing our lines in the New England region." Generalleutnant Siewert begins to go into a small rant. Before he could continue, Esdeath fires off a small grazing ice shot that scars a part of his cheek.

"Be careful where you are going to say Generalleutnat. For I do not tolerate your or anyone else's slander of me of my beloved." Esdeath warns Generalleutnant Siewert. The room falls silent for a moment as Siewert covers his face that's been scarred. But the silence was broken by a knock on the door.

"I'm sorry if I am interrupting," The secretary to Generalleutnant Siewert, a German-American named Sandra, interrupts. "But I've received an encrypted telegram from Germania." She announces with what German she knew, holding a now decrypted telegram.

"I'll see that, thank you," Esdeath responded in English.

"I'm sorry madam but all correspondences are to-" Sandra tries to answer but is cut off by Esdeath.

"I. Will. See. That. Thank. You." Esdeath repeats once more. Sandra complies and passes to Esdeath. "Thank you. Now be gone." Esdeath orders Sandra. She reads the telegram and could simply all but chuckle unnervingly. "Fate truly is a cruel mistress don't you think?" Esdeath responded to the two Generalleutnants in the native German.

"Let me see that." Siewert walks up and grabs the telegram from her hand. He first reads it internally. Not saying a out loud a word, using his free hand to hold the telegram.

"Well, despite my loathing of such orders, I will formally object to them," Esdeath responded. "Congratulations generals, your pleas for retreat work." Esdeath turns. Generalleutnant Gaedcke calls out to Esdeath.

"And what are you going to do now?" He asks.

"I might as well play your stupid child strategies. I will act as your rear guard until otherwise. Hell, I may even turn the tide and win this war and take the glory from you." Esdeath leaves the room. The two men take a closer look at the telegram order from Germania. They have no doubt that this order is a direct order from the Führer himself. As Esdeath closes the door behind her, Sandra the secretary was right behind the door, overhearing the conversation. She was engrossed by the whole debacle that she failed to notice that Esdeath was right beside her. Esdeath switches to English. "Tell me, how long were you standing there?" She asks. Sandra composes herself. "Well, walk with me." Sandra complied with Esdeath's orders and the two walked side by side. "Tell me about yourself, American."

"My name's Sandra Smith and I'm a second-generational German immigrant. My grandparents and parents emigrated from Germany around the twenties " She responded with a smile on her face. A smile Esdeath can easily see past. The woman is in over her head in thinking she can win the favor of the National Socialists simply because she's German. For a normal officer it's easy to fool be fooled by such a lie, but for an experienced officer like Esdeath , and those who see themselves as fanatics of the National Socialist cause, then such lies can be easily seen.

"I see. So what are you doing here?" Esdeath asks.

"Well, I guess you can say that I kind of support the Reich. I'm by no means a National Socialist supporter, but I think the Reich could help fix our nation. Madam." Sandra continued.

"I see you're engaged. Congratulations." Esdeath spotted the engagement ring on Sandra's left hand.

"Thank you. If only my fiance would stop acting like a child and come back. He ran out into the forest because he doesn't like the Reich. But I don't see a problem in live and let live." Sandra continued. Esdeath stopped.

"What was his name by chance?" Esdeath asked. Sandra turned around.

"Johnny. Johnny Smith. " She responded. "Why do you ask?" Esdeath walked up to the woman, officially convinced.

"In my twenty-plus years that I've been on this Earth, you'll pick up a thing or two about liars and power grabbers. Men who would do everything in their power to deceit others and concoct half-truth stories." Esdeath places her right hand on the woman's left shoulder. Sandra is flustered by what is happening, her face visibly turns red. Esdeath pins Sandra to the wall.

"W-w-what are you doing Miss?!" She asks, flustered by how close Esdeath is to her.

"Giving a literal meaning to 'Giving the Cold Shoulder'," Esdeath responded. Sandra can feel her shoulder becoming colder and colder but the frost doesn't stop there. It slowly spreads to every part of the left half of her chest, reaching her heart.

"Please, stop. It's-it's too cold. It-it hurts." Sandra pleads. The frost from Esdeath's cold touch is beyond unbearable, as her nerves snap under the ice, with small ice crystals spreading in her bloodstream cutting her from the inside, and the unbearable cold freezing her heart to such a freezing degree that she is no longer viable to be considered alive.

"You spies are all the same. The second your life is in danger you try to lie your way out. CIA, KGB, SD. You are all the same." The frost from Esdeath's cold touch reaches and grasps Sandra's heart. The light in her eyes begins to faint as Esdeath's cold touch slowly ends her. Esdeath removes her hand from Sandra's shoulder as Sandra collapses to the ground. "Tis a shame. If you were better then you would've known that you folks would never dare to try and make contact." Esdeath turns and walks away, leaving behind Sandra's cold body to be found by patrolling guards who go on to properly dispose of the spy. "Well, I guess I should make my last stand here. Halt the advancing Americans as the Heer fall back." Esdeath speaks to herself, thinking of what to say to her soldiers.

After an hour has passed, Esdeath rallied her men of the 9th SS Panzergrenadier Eis Division, aligned SS officers and their soldiers, and several Wehrmacht Heer officers. The size itself totaled no more than two regiments.

"Attention!" An SS-Hauptscharführer cried out his order as Esdeath stepped in front of her men on top of the steps. Seeing each one from eye level, the field and company-level officers of her SS division stand behind her.

"Men of the 9th SS Panzegrenadier Eis Division and other regiments of the SS and Wehrmacht Heer," Esdeath begins to address her men. "We have been fighting for almost a month now. Endless marching throughout enemy land. We've suffered heavy casualties and setbacks." Esdeath continued. "But know this gentlemen. We are to evacuate soon, back into the clutches of the Fatherland and his many allies," Esdeath looks into the eyes of her men. She sees clear as day, they're exhausted but still are motivated to fight on. "We are to act as the rear guard as we make preparations to fall back. Holding back the Americans and their allies as we make way." Esdeath continued. "Know this, for when we are returning to the Fatherland... we will take as many American lives with us. For we are soldiers of the Fatherland! Bred in peace but raised in war! We are hunters and fighters, not cowards!" This phrase catches the attention of her men as well as the surrounding locals of Portland. "So now, let us march into the flames of war and leave a mark on this god-forsaken continent and march back home with our heads held up high! Knowing that victory will come to us once more!" Esdeath uses her arms to create movements similar to what Hitler has always done in his early speeches. Her men and the surrounding SS and Heer soldiers who heard her have been inspired by Esdeath. "Now, let me ask you this! Shall we let this retreat define us as foolish cowards or warriors who bide their time and know when to strike and fall back? What are you?!" Esdeath asks a rhetorical statement knowing exactly what the men will say.

"We are hunters!" The men shouted together.

"Good. Now, let us march forward to battle once more and bring down as many as we can!" Esdeath concludes her speech as the men around her begin to raise their hand and salute her shouting Sieg Heil thrice.

19-21 April 1963
Biddedord, Maine

Despite never being ordered by the Führer, the OKW had taken command and managed to strong-arm the German SS to accept a withdrawal order as their lines are now stretched thin, and only a fraction of their original 150,000 that are sent to attack the US in the beginning. By the time of the order to withdraw, over 350,000 are on American soil. But even then the OKW is at a loss in how to get them out. All they could do is hope for Hitler to give a general retreat before getting him to call for a full retreat as they lose more and more ground and more and more men. Others decide to take it upon themselves to recall what troops they could bring back before American naval ships sink any evacuation routes.

Esdeath, and her remaining 3000 soldiers of the 9th SS Panzergrenadier Eis Divison that she brought along with, traveled to occupied Biddeford to make their stand against the Americans who are predicted to come from the south. Despite her earlier success in Massachusetts, her position was hit harder than she had anticipated. For two days she and her forces were forced to retreat back to Maine, suffering heavy losses in their attempt to return. Esdeath had already provided their means of escape to return back to Portland Maine. Esdeath decides to rehabilitate her shame of defeat and retreat by taking up the rear position as evacuations are underway to their position in Canada.
In her stand, she and her forces make their stand against the Americans, holding them out as the rear guard in order to prevent encirclement. Esdeath raised ice walls that are half a meter thick to prevent tank shells from exploding into her position.
Her power caught the glance of the American generals who are now all but certain want to eliminate Esdeath as a threat, elements of the CIA want to use a nuclear weapon against her. But still, President Kennedy doubled down against the usage of nuclear weapons, continuing on how the counter-offensive was going.

"Morter fire, watch out!" An SS-Obersturmführer, of the 9th SS-Panzergrenadier Eis Division, points out as mortar shells rain from the sky. They land on their position as they duck for cover in a shell hole or a ruined building. "Come on, move up! Move up! Hold the position!" He commanded. He aims with his MP-40 A3, providing covering fire for his subordinates to move forward. Using old German, and Esdeath's doctrine, storm tactics of holding off the enemy.

"Tch, these cowards are all but the same!" Esdeath shouts out as she unleashes an ice blast that covered the ground in front of her in an inescapable wall of frost. Freezing the American soldiers and heavy vehicles that were in front of her. She then launches an ice spear that penetrates the armor of the M103 heavy tank. The ice crystal expands inside the heavy tank, destroying the crew from the inside. "Still, more help would be wonderful at the moment," Esdeath speaks to herself. An American soldier appears from the horizon as the Americans broke through the front. Esdeath couldn't generate another Weissschnabel at the moment due to the chaos of the fighting. In a final moment, she whipped out her pistol, a Walther P38, and shoots down a couple of Americans who broke through. "Screw this!" Esdeath thinks to herself. "At this moment we'll be overrun." As Esdeath thinks her mind begins to replay memories of her life, especially those of the past three years with her Tatsumi. Despite being rear guard, the lines are all but crumbling as they held on for over two days. Esdeath's thoughts run with ideas of dying on the front with her men but those thoughts are quickly replaced by those of her desire to find reunite with Tatsumi. She hopes that the Admirale zur See had kept his promise. "Pull back men now! Lest you want to be impaled!" She shouts out an order. Her men obliged the order as she creates an ice storm around her and the position of the Americans. The ice halts the American advancement and encirclement of her unit as a regiment is sent in to break the encirclement, allowing Esdeath and her men to escape.
The two days of fighting had allowed time for most of the Wehrmacht Heer to evacuate further north into Canada but soon this leaves a possibility that Esdeath and her men could be stranded on the continent. Esdeath's last stand on the North American continent has come to an end.

April 23, 1963
Washington D.C. United States

"We are going live Mr. President in three, two-" The cameraman mouths out the word one. Several cameras from ABC, CBS, and NBC begin to record live the president's address to the nation. In front of President Kennedy are the cameras, a dimmed Oval Office, and several members of staff of his cabinet, EXCOMM, and White House Press reporters who managed to get the cameras into the Oval Office for the evening news. In order to prepare his speech Kennedy has taken notes from the last president who announced the US declaration of war against a foreign aggressor. Millions of Americans tune in from their televisions at home or store, and radios.

"Good Evening, my Fellow Citizens: On March 21st, 1963, the Greater Germanic Reich struck a preemptive strike against these United States. New York, Virginia, Massachusetts, and the rest of the Atlantic facing states. Our holdings of Greenland and Iceland were lost days prior to the invasion." Kennedy glances at his notes.
"Many lives were lost in the assault and a month-long struggle for liberation ensued. I ensure in good faith that the presence of the Reich on our continent is all but coming to an end. Now, we're in joint operations with the Dominion of Canada to put an end to the Reich's military presence on the continent." Kennedy glances once more.
"We, the United States and members of the Union of Free Nations, are dedicated to our mission for peace and security in our world. But this fragile peace that we enjoyed ended in hostilities in our world." Kennedy then places the first page of his speech to the side, reading from the second page.
"As Commander-in-Chief of our armed forces, I directed that measures be taken to defend against dark forces." He glances back once more and looks directly at the camera.
"I believe that I interpret Congress' will and of the people when I say, that we will defend ourselves to the uttermost of our abilities, but show that this treachery is to never endanger us again."
"Hostilities are present. It is no lie that our people, our territories, our allies, and our interests are in peril."
"No matter what the time it takes to overcome this premeditated attack and occupation, our will in the righteous might will win absolute victory." He continues.
"With confidence in our military and alliance, the unwavering determination of our people, we will gain the triumph to overcome our enemies, so help us God." Kennedy places down the final page.
"To end, let me ask you what I've asked when I first entered the position of President of the United States. Ask not what your country can do for you-ask what you can do for your country. My fellow citizens of the world: ask not what America will do for you, but what together we can do for the freedom of man." Kennedy ends his speech.

April 24, 1963
Alma, New Brunswick
Canada

Deep in the woods west of the village of Alma, an American Marine convoy of three trucks, carrying a platoon of Marines, drives through the thick fog.
"So what are we expected to find, Gunny?" An American Marine Lance Corporal asks his Gunnery Sergeant.

"Nazis. Same as today, yesterday, and the day before that," The Gunny responded. As the three M35 trucks drive on the Marines continue to laugh and joke with one another. They continue with their patrol, and their frontmost truck brakes down. The rear two stop in place. "Damn Army, givin' us their stupid broken hand-me-downs." The Gunny cursed under his breath. "Everyone out and clear the road!" He shouted his order. The marines grabbed their M14s and step out of their M35s and the rear two trucks pulled off to the side as work is conducted on the broken down truck.

"Set up a perimeter and keep your eyes peeled." The Marine 2nd Lieutenant orders his men. The young officer and the gunnery sergeant begin to converse about strategy for making it to their next checkpoint, with the young officer fearing that they might be lost, the rest of the platoon converse with one another as they hold a guard point. Keeping aware of a possibility of an ambush.

"Say, how many nazis have you killed?" A compatriot of the Lance Corporal asks.

"Don't know, I know that it's larger than yours." The Lance Corporal responded to his compatriot, chuckling.

"Oh yeah, why don't we make a bet?" He asks. "I know you don't miss out on a bet."

"Why... 'cause I'm a bettin' man?" The Lance Corporal responded. "Even if we start now from zero, I'll still leave you biting my dust, Bedwetter." The Lance Corporal declines, calling his compatriot by the name that their drill sergeant gave to him during basic training. The humiliating nickname causes those around them to chuckle briefly, specifically those who were in the same basic training unit with the Lance Corporal and Bedwetter. This chuckle catches their Gunnery Sergeant's attention, tracing back to the source of the chuckle.

"Hey, you two. Shut the fuck up? Lest you want to stand on night watch for the second time this week." The Gunnery Sergeant responded. "That's not a threat but a promise, so shut the fuck up." He further reprimanded the two.

"Sorry, Gunny." "My apologizes." The two Marines responded. As they continue to look out for any possible ambushes from remaining Wehrmacht units. One of the Marines looks out in the distance and sees a shape that is vaguely human. He can't discern if it's a friend or foe as the fog obscures his vision up to 50 yards. The figure was slowly approaching them, less than 70 yards.

"Hey, Lance. Do you see that over there?" The Marine points out. The Lance Corporal squints his eyes to get a better look and spots the same figure.

"Speaking of, you're right." He turns to his officer. "Hey, 2nd! There appears to be a person. What are your orders?" He asks.

"Tell them to piss off." The 2nd lieutenant responded. The Lance Corporal walks forward three paces.

"Hey. You are to return back. This is official military conduct!" The Lance Corporal commanded the Figure, but no response. He turns back to face his comrades. His face, despite becoming accustomed to the war, has a sense of uneasiness as the figure is not stopping. "What if it's that ice woman?" He asked.

"Ask in German, don't you know German?" Private First Class Badwater responded.

"A bit. But we're in Canada, and I don't know French." He turns back around. The figure begins to get closer. "Halt. Das es ist Militarisch Work. Go back!" He ordered once more, taking another two steps forward. He raises his M14 aiming at the human figure. The figure has a womanly build and stature. "I said halt! Halt! Ich sage halt!" He aims above the woman's head and fires a shot, the woman stops. Hearing the shot, the other Marines in his platoon get into formation and ready their weapons, expecting an attack. The Lance Corporal's squadmates stand at the ready, aiming at the woman. "I said halt!" The woman leans forward and begins to sprint, reaching for a large item on her back. The Lance Corporal falls back firing another shot at the woman. But the distance was closed before he could fall back and was slashed in half with a large blade.

"I'm sorry." The woman, the assailant, thinks to herself. Apologizing for taking a Marine's life.

"Marine down! Contact! Contact!" PFC. Badwater calls out. He is the next to be struck down as the single blade turns into two and rejoined to become one.

"Someone get on that radio and call for backup!" The Gunnery Sergeant as he turns around. His remaining Marines fire shots at the woman with their M14s and an M60 but their shots miss as she is too quick for them and the thick fog. She kills another six and aims for the M60 gunner, cutting up his M60 and the gunner himself into two. The platoon leader, the 2nd lieutenant, reaches for his M1911 and fires a few shots at the female assailant.

"Leave my platoon alone!" He fires until his magazine is empty, but all of his shots were blocked by the impenetrable metal that is the female assailant's weapon. "What the hell are you!?" He blurts out as he is met with a similar and bloodied fate as his other men, sliced in half from the head down.

"Damn crazy bitch!" The Gunnery Sergeant fires a few shots of his M14 as more and more of his men are being killed until he's the only one left. "DIE!" He cries out as his aim is off and the rifle jams at a crucial moment. "Shit!" The female assailant closes the two blades on him. The last thing the Gunnery Sergeant sees is a woman dressed in a purple dress, with glasses, covered in splatters of blood, both new and old victims who fell to her, covering her and her canvas bag that she has across her from her right shoulder to her left him. He reaches out with his cut arm extended out to reach her. "Wha...why!?" He asks until his top half slides off.

"I'm sorry. I hope you may forgive me." The woman apologizes. She backs off and takes a few steps back She looks around and comes to the realization of her bloody actions. "My Lord... what have I done?" She drops her weapon and collapses onto her knees. "Though it's been days, I should've controlled myself. There is no excuse for this." She further speaks to herself. She looks up and sees the rain begin to pour down. "Quid feci?" (What have I done.) The rain rains heavily as she continues to ponder her actions, clutching her necklace with a crucifix tied to it. In a short few minutes, a patrol truck arrives and spots the already destroyed patrol group. They jump out and spot the woman who committed this massacre already on her knees. They begin to yell out orders for her to not resist and to stay where she is, keeping their rifles trained on her. One of them uses his rifle to knock her in the head and forces her to the ground. The officer looks around and sees the extreme but clean death she caused on the Marine patrol, left in disgusted awe.