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As he is doing so, enjoying the leisures of the common life, an officer from the main head quarters of KTIC calls out to him. As he stop, to listen, the officer explains that he is expected in headquarters the following evening for a private conference and penalty from the fuhrer. In his return, the soldier gives a somewhat disappointed sigh, pats Thrie on the shoulder, and replies "you'll always be one of us... regardless of what you do." Then smiles, and takes off.

~One week has past since Thrie left the KTIC Headquarter~

Daylight has passed and it was night time. Deep inside of the city, in the suburban level of the city, Thrie was sitting behind a concrete pillar of a parking lot. He was in his digital camo uniform. He had his ammo belt around his waist and both MG42 and scoped M16 slunged on his back.

"Oiy, i was hoping to more information out of-" Thrie was cut off from talking to himself when a barrage of heavy caliber bullets hits his pillar. When the barrage of bullets stop and Thrie hears the all too familiar sounds of weapons being reloaded, he pulls out both of his silver .45s and stafes out from behind the pillar. He trains both of his pistol at a red corvette with various decorations, and pulls the trigger.

All three thugs ducks down from Thrie's barrage of bullets as they reloaded their weapon. These three gansters were dressed with the 'Bling bling' style clothing and they were armed with old Ak47 and 9mm Glocks.

Thrie moves away from his pillar and rushed for another place to take cover as he emptied his pistol at the three thugs. The thugs loads a bullet into their weapon's chamber and stands back up to resume firing at Thrie.

Thrie runs and dives behind an over turned vehicle to take cover, ejects the spent magazine and loads a new one, leans over the side of the car and returns fire. He pulls himself back in after emptying the magazines again. Then a loud explosion was heard coming from the parking lot's entrance. Thrie could guess someone had planted a bomb at the blast door, which closed by security when Thrie and the gangster ended up in a fire fight.

A heavy engine can be heard rolling through the entrance and headed toward the hotspot. The new vehicle came into sight as it swirved around a corner. To Thrie's fear, he recognized that vehicle, it belonged to Marine Corps.

"Bloody hell! Since when did the Republic of Rasalhague accepted and began the Marine Corps program!?" Thrie cursed to himself.

The Marine Corps battle jeep comes to a screeching stop and five soldiers unloads from the vehicle. Their aimed their Ak101s toward Thrie and the ganster with professionalism.

"The game just got unfun... time to high-tail out of here." Thrie said as he got up from behind the over turned car and ran toward the door that would take him to the stairway. He fires his pistol at the door and breaks it open so he doesnt have to waste time trying to open it when he gets there. The Rasalhague Marines opened fired at Thrie but was only able to get a few rounds before they were forced to take cover by the ganster, who had began firing upon them.

One of the ganster gives loud and maniac laugh when he pulls out an RPG from his red corvette and fires it at the battle jeep. The RPG did some major damage to the battle jeep's armor but didnt not completely destroy it. But the explosion took out one of the Marine. Another vehicle drove in, this one was a black hummer, and it belongs to the mafia. Six ganster climbs out of the hummer with military grade melee weapons, ranging from a plasma knife to a large sword with a chain saw built into it.

One of the Rasalhague Marine spots the new threat and yells out "Fix bayonets!"

All four of them pulls out a two foot long blade and attaches to their AK101s, then they charged at the six ganster armed with melee weapons. The oher three ganster grabs their weaker melee weapons of chopper and knifes and heads toward the close combat fight thats about to happen.

Thrie climbs up the stairway as quick as he can, three steps at a time. He continued on up till he was 7 stories higher from the level he escaped from. He goes to the door and opens it, peeking out cautiously. Seeing this level's parking lot was clear, he steps out and goes over to the elevator. Luckily, it wasnt too far from this level. He just randomly pressed a button while he was more busy at reloading his pistol.

Then he realized he hit the button that will take him to the 30th floor, Urban level. He was still in the Suburban level, and parking lots are usually 20 levels below Urban level in the suburban level. Thrie sits down as he watched the number change as the elevator passed each level.

Soon, Thrie reached the level he randomly picked. He walks out slowly, both of his pistol at ready. Then a small window nearby caught his attention. He walks over to the window and look over the streets and buildings. They were in utter chaos. Thrie watches the streets filled with various Mafia vehicles lined up in a face off with a squad of Rasalhague Marines. Somehow, these gangster are holding up a very tough soldiers. It really confused Thrie is many ways. One of his biggest question is, where are they getting those military-type tactics from? They couldnt have learnt it by themselves or smuggled it off of someone. Not that advance tpye of tactics.

The city has erupted into a battlefield. Multiple large and small Mafia groups has united around the city and began a violent uprising. Police forces were being overwhelmed by superior number and firepower. The uprising created by the Mafia were too power that the Rasalhague government deployed 'All' military forces into the city. The once high tech silver capital city of the Republic of Rasalhague now burns in deep red from fires, smokes, and death in a violent fight.





"....... Bloody hell." Thrie said as he drops his .45s and puts his hands on his head.

Thrie calmly replies to the Rasalhague Marine General's question "As you already know, I'm not one of yours. Im a lone-wolf for starters. I came to this city a month ago to protect Liake and Riho from the anti-government groups. It seems that these anti-government groups were the multiple Mafias. Three weeks ago, I came very close to locating the Mafia leaders and the mastermind behind this scheme. Then, this uprising broked out and send me tumbling downhill. It took me 2 weeks to recover and then again, search for Liake and Riho. Here, was where they were."

The General looks oddly at Thrie and then continues on to the next question "If you were hired to protect these two, then why are you still here? When the Mafia brought up the uprising, the government pretty much collapsed right there. So your mission should be over and you could've gone home a long time ago!"

Thrie lifts up his head slightly to where his face and eyes are now able to be seen. Again, replies to the question quickly and calmly in his same quiet voice "My mission has been rendered unable to be completed. So I've been free from my mission sponsor. That I already know. About 30 years ago, I fought in Rasalhague's Civil War. Back then, i was in a military of a different country. We were sent to assist the Republic side. Because of a few situations, i was wounded. Liake and Riho were engaged at this time. They found me by their door and took me in. They took care of me and hid me from the enemies. Therefore I owe them my service. Now seeing as they are indeed in trouble, I must do everything I can do protect them. It has been a long time since I recalled all my trainings to aid me in this mess. And it indeed feels good. So what do you say now, General? Are you satisfied now?"

The General looks over Thrie for a moment "Did you... serve in UAC's 6th Regiment, 1st Battlion, Charlie Company?"

Thrie replies "6th Regiment, 3rd Battlion, India Company, air"

The General gives a smirk and holsters his pistol "Let me guess, the Ravage Tigers?"

Thrie was surprised by the nickname the General just stated "That name is used by no one anymore... How did you know it was my platoon's nickname?"

The General relaxes and chuckles "Oh man, your platoon really saved our asses back then. Even though I regret the heavy casualties in our last encounter, but my platoon could've been captured and/or completedly wiped out."

A group of Marines rushes into the rooma nd closes the door. They then barracages the door with anything they can find in the command post.

One of the Marines notice the General was still here and spoke up "Sir! The Mafia forces literally broked through most out our defense lines! They are massive in numbers! We must shelter ourselves back in Headquarter."

The General looks at some of the ceurity monitors and lets out a slight growl "How the hell are these... disgusting maggots able to defeat the Rasalhague Marines? This just does not make sense. And all their heavy weaponry, where did they get them?"

Thrie quickly gets the General's attention and replies to some of his questions "General, sir, those weapons are from China. You and your Marines should've recognized them. Only China produces these frail AK47s. Every other country has already adopted the M16a2 and AK74s when the new revolutionary rifles took the light in the major countries. I also bet the Mafia has recieved some military strategic training from an outside source also."

The General punches the table with his fist "Damnit! Why the hell did Communist China interfere? Dont they have problems of their own? God damnit! When im done with these maggots, im going--"

One of the Marines cuts the General short with his report "Sir! The barracade! They're cutting through!"

The General turns and looks at the barracaded door. The door was turning red from some short of heat. Then it explodes, clearing away the barracade. Knocking out some Marnines, killing one in the process.

Thrie stands back up and looks around, then he spots the General at the other side of the room. He ducks and leaps over to the General. He rolls the General over and finds a long sharpnel stuck into the General's chest. "s**t!" Exclaimed Thrie.

The General reach up and grabs Thrie by his collar and pulls him lower. In a whisper and shakey voice, the General used whats left of his breath to tell Thrie something "Thrie, relieve me of my command... take charge of my Marines. Do whats right... and Avenge my death. The last Pride of the UAC rests in your hand now...... Look at it as... doing a comrade a favor......."

The General falls limp and becomes lifeless. The other Marines near the General was in utter shock and looks at Thrie, then looks back at the General.

Thrie closes the deceased General's eyes and grabs his officer hat. He removes the digital camo hat from his head and puts on the officer hat he just picked up. Removed one of the Four star collar's rank insignia from the General and puts it on his collar.

Thrie stands up to face the Rasalhague Marines and made a speech "The position of General has been passed onto this person. I will not take charge and resume what the General had started. We have lost a very important person today. Let his death not go in vain. Lets turn the table and show them why you are called the Marines! Fall out! Tell everyone to retreat to the Headquarter. Show me the way..."

The group of Marines surrounds Thrie in a defensive formation. Then they all exits the field command post through the back door and heads for the headquarter.

"No no no.... That is not the way to arrange the Marines. What kind of tactics was General Carter using? I dont believe a man of his caliber would do something this stupid. It doesnt make sense, i've seen him fight as a grunt, he's much smarter then this.... so what the hell?" Thrie said to himself as he looked over the live battle map.

"Sir...." One of the battle map officer interupts "An unknown force has begun moving in from our southern border and moving toward the center of the city. So far, our Force Recons reports that they are fighting off the Mafia and aiding the civilians. This is one of the photo taken by Alpha Squad of Force Recon."

The officer hands Thrie a photo. Thrie slides the photo closer to him and recognized the tank's design before he looked at the flag and insignia.

"Its the Knights of the Iron Cross. It seems the Mafia threatened their border or so. Now they think Rasalhague is weak and cant take care of this problem on our own. Well, i cant blame Rasalhague. These military plans are not used effectively. Not to mention, the government is the biggest fault. They did not provide for higher security for this country." Thrie said.

The officer looks at Thrie and asks "Sir, what do we do now?"

Thrie looks at the battle mapf or a second then replies "Have all Regiments to set up a defensive circle formationa round the Headquarter. Then give me an hour to reformulate these messy plans. Protect and take in any civilians they come across. Once the hour is complete, we will beat back the Mafia."

The Officer salutes and rushes over to the comm station. He quickly issues orders to the radio officers at the comm station. The Radiomen quickly makes contact with their assigned Company and pass on the new order.

Thrie quickly re-draws the battle plans and waypoint routes. Supply lines and locate the most logical defensive locations of the city. The computer updates the database and alerts all the Marines in the field of new battle plan updates.

The Marines, within the hour, quickly got into position as ordered. Once their Database system alerts them of updates, they downloads the plans begins to carry out the orders.

At first, the Marines were in a mess when they moved into their new positions. Once they made it their, they moved out of the defensive circle formation and begins taking the fight to the Mafia instead.

"Gold Leader speaking, Report in, Gold Squadron." The Assault Helicopter Pilot calls into his mic.

"Gold 2 is green. Heavy Marines are loaded and strapped in." Replied the second helo.

"Gold 3 ready to roll. Two Battle Jeep secured and ready to deploy." Replied the Third.

"Take off and follow my lead. Out" Gold Leader orders. The other two pilots comes back with an "Aye Sir" before their took their helicopter off the ground and followed the lead helicopter.

Thrie looks down at the ground from the cockpit. "Gold Leader, take us down a little lower. Just barely skim over those building tops.

"Roger" Replied Gold Leader as he decended the Helicopter and literally skims over the building roof tops.

"Damn, not that close... but thats what im talking about." Thrie compliments.

Thrie looks over the weapon control that he has control of. He brings the Helicopter's forward twin 30mm chaingun to life and open fires onto the street. Thrie sends two streams of deadly lead into the Mafia's rank killing majority of them and destroying their defensive positions. Usually a couple of overturned vehicles or piled up house hold items.

The cockpit glows red from the flashing red alarm when a missile has aquired lock on the helicopter. Thrie quickly turns the Chainguns to the right and open fires. The bullets found their way into a missile and detonates it. Then he lowers the chainguns and sends another barrage of bullets digging deep into the core of an Anti-Aircraft Tank.

The helicopters comes to a halt and turns to their left. Just down this street was a line of old russian tanks, pretty much disorganized due to the fact that they are piloted by Mafia members without much tank tranining.

"Gold Squadron, Strafing run on that Armor convoy." Thrie calls over the radio.

The three Assault Helicopters goes into line formation, one behind the other and heads straight for the convoy. The tanks noticed the incoming helicopters and began to fire their machine guns at them. Most of the machineguns missed due to bad Mafia gunners.

The three assault helicopters gets into range and lets loose a series of high explosive rockets at the tank convoy. By the time the third assault helicopter makes his run, the convoy was laid out.

"There! Land us on top of that short building. Gold 3, deploy the Battle Jeeps behind the building. Marines! Get ready!" Thrie screamed out his order into the comm unit.

Two assault helicopters lands on the roof top of the building. Thrie and two squads of Marine unloads from the helicopter. The third one lands behind the building and drops two battle jeeps. After everything was deployed, the three helicopters took off and heads back toward the headquarter.

"Line up on that edge and take cover. The rest of the Mafia should be coming through this main street trying to reinforce their friends in trying to break our line. We will take care of this before it happens. Stealth mode now!" Thrie screams out as he moved over to the edge of the rooft and hides behind the raised concrete.

The Rasalhague Marines acknowledges and moves into the position that gave them the best view of the main street and the best cover from the mains treet.

A large group of Mafia came into sight from down the street. Two Russian tanks and an armed APC was rolling with them as them moved toward the Rasalhague Marine Corps Headquarter.

Thrie looks up and sees the KTIC forces moving in. "Just my luck. I guess im being a tad slow. I must look really weak right now. Heh. Well, i blame myself for waiting this long before i took action. Cant stop now... the show must go on."

The Mafia forces nears the building unaware of the danger from the Rasalhague and KTIC military forces.

"We will launch our assault on my mark..." Thrie said as he kept his eyes on the Mafia group. "5... 4... 4... 3... 2... 1... Mark!"

The Rasalhague Marines pulls out a smoke grenade and tosses them around the Mafia group. The smoke canisters puffs out a thick cloud of smoke that engulfs the entire Mafia group and the street. With a confident war cry, the Marines pulls out their grappler hooks to rappel down the side of the building and onto the confused Mafia forces.

Thrie grabs one of the deployed rope and jumps off the building performing a swingward motion. His glove leaving a trail of smoke from the friction of his glove and rope. Thrie swings right over the first Mafia Russian tank kicking a Mafia off the rooftop machine gun. Two Marines already made it to the ground rushes into the Mafia ranks and climbs onboard of the first tank. They open the top hatch and fired their rifles into the tank. One of them jumps down the hatch to clear out the rest of the tank. The second one mans the machine gun uses it against the Mafia.

Thrie continues his swing and lets go when he was above the second tank. Once he lets go of the rope, he pulls out his knife and does a downward stab on the mafia manning the rooftop machine gun on the second tank. He pulls his knife out from the skull of the mafia and kicks him off the tank. Grabbing hold of the tank's turret hatch, Thrie pulls it open and jumps into the tank. He made short work of the tank crew using just his combat knife.

More Rasalhague Marines that made it to the ground begins a vicious close combat fight with the confused Mafia group. A few marines made it to the second tank and mans the rooft top machine gun. Two more Marines climbs into the tank and begins to work on learning the controls.

Thrie lets the Marines work on the tank while he took control of the turret. He rotate the turret around and lowers the 125mm cannon on the Mafia's armed APC. Without further ado, the APC eats a 125mm round from the 2nd Russian tank. It explodes into a brilliance of fire and debris.

Thrie lets the Marines take care of the rest of the tank. He climbs out of the tank and jumps ontop of a Mafia, combat knife first. Thrie missed his mark a bit and had to straddle the Mafia until he bled to death first. Thrie leaves his knife where it is and picks up the larger melee weapon from that Mafia he just took down, a broadsword.

Thrie rushes at another Mafia member and swings the broadsword. Thrie smiles when he heard the crack of the ganster's skull when his broadsword made contact. He continues a circular motion and raised the broadsword into the air. He faces another ganster and brings the sword down on his head making more bone cracking noise.

Thrie plants his foot on the dead thug's chest and pulls his sword out. At the same time, he rotates the sword and stabs the ganster in the chest that was approaching behind him. Thrie looks around, even though the entire area is filled with smoke, Thrie had no trouble finding anyone.

The smoke began to thin up quite a bit and it was earier for the naked eye to see that the only force that was left standing up was the Rasalhague Marines. The Mafia was ambushed and was punched in the face in full force. The Marines had no casualty at all.

Two Marines assigned to the battle jeeps went around the building and hops into the vehicle. They started up the engine and meets up with the two Russian tanks that is now under Marines' control.

The Radioman recieves the message from the KTIC General. He forwards the message to Thrie and switches the channel to be forwarded to Thrie.

Thrie listens to the message before answering the other General's message. "I have my responsibility to rid the Mafia threat. I believe Rasalhague civilians are well aware of the nearest shelter incase of an invasion from outside force. Well, the Mafia isnt really an outside force. But as i had been breifed, there are many shelters built around the city specified for easy access by civilians. In this situation, civilians will be targeted if the Mafia forces are to remain. As they do not follow the rules of war. You may help if you like. I will have this under my control soon enough. Im not here to play negotiations. The Mafia brought this upon themselves the moment they began a trade pack with Communist China. Therefor im going to eliminate them, restore basic order and government, and then get the hell out of here and find the mastermind. Because he is still a threat to me and my friends im protecting. That WILL be all. Good day KTIC General."

"Cut me off from the radio and the Comm Officer will be in charge of any other message from the KTIC General." Thrie said told the radioman at the Communication Base.

Thrie climbs up onto the Russian tank and told the Marines to move out. "We're hitting the Mafia's base of operation. The Mafia leaders should be gathered there."

Thrie pulls out a small hand drawn map and observed it. He drew this map a couple of days ago when he went searching for Liake and Riho. He came across a small building where some Mafia leaders were working on a map after following a few Mafia vehicles loaded with weapons. There was also equipments and living supply being brought up to this building. This lead Thrie to believe this was where the Mafia leaders will be gathered for the uprising.

The Marine convoy turns around and begins heading toward where Thrie wanted them to head to.

The Comm Officer replies to the KTIC General "And what do you expect anyone to do in a hostage held situation? Surround the shelter with a platoon of Marines and allow the unattended Mafia forces take over the other shelters and/or invade other parts of the city? Right now, it is priority to eliminate all Mafia from the street before they move into buildings and shelters where they could take civilians hostage. If you were in our situation, you would have to make such difficult decisions as well. With limited forces to consider also."

"3... 2... 1... Fire!" Thrie yells into the radio. The Russian tank Thrie is stand on open fires its 125mm cannon at a small 5 story high building. The shell digs into the concrete wall of the building and makes a hole. When the smoke clears, multiple RPG fires from the building goes everywhere. the RPGs missed the Marine convoy but it sure has caused everyone to scatter and take cover.

Soon, machine gun barrages bares down on the convoy. It was at least a good 15 .50cals firing from the 5 story high building. Six more RPGs were fired from the building and totals the second Russian tank that was captured by the Marine.

"3... 2... 1... Fire!" Thrie yells again. The remaining Russian tank fires another shell into the small building. The firefight stops for a moment. The Marines grabs their smoke grenade and tosses it all over the street. The mafia begins to fire at them again. The smoke canisters slowly fills the street with smoke and it becomes thicker and thicker.

Within minutes, the entire street up to the Russian tank was covered in smoke. The Marines runs out their cover and storms the building. Thrie calls out one last time "Let there be hell! 2... 1.. FIRE!"

The Russian Tank fires a third shell at the small building. Thrie hops off the tank and joins the Marines in storming the bulding. Some unluckly Marines gets hit from the wild spray and pray of the machine gun barrages.