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Name: Brett Williams
Rank: Full General
Group: 1st Brigade (The Bulls)
Weapons: M82A1 SASR, Two non- standard issue suppressed .45 cal handguns, poisons, Psychological Warfare, and the M16A2(on the occasion of one being in his possession). Also good with a .30 caliber HMG.
History: No one knows much about him, even by military standards. He lost his parents and brother to a car crash at a very young age, and was taken in by his next- door- neighbors, the Johnsons. They raised him as if he were their child, but he always knew that he wasn’t. There were too many signs for him to ignore. Other than that, he has no past. Except for one charge of 1st degree murder that was waved off as self- defense, but some are still suspicious.
Appearance: Keeps himself at exactly 6'7 1/4", 257 lbs. A mammoth of a man, with short dark brown, nearly black hair. His eyes change from a steely gray (normal) to light blue (thoughtful or happy) to green (enraged)

Name: 'Lintz Scott', Leslie-Ann Scott
Age: 22
Position: Master Sniper
Rank: Sergeant Major
Sniper Team: Alpha
Weapon: M82A1 SASR, MP5 and Desert Eagle for close range shooting.
History: Lintz has been in the Forces for about 5 years and was first sent there for Rehab after a Counter-Strike Source addiction. The Forces realised his potential as a Sniper because his reflexes were really fast from playing CS:S. No one knew that this man was really a girl...
Appearance: About 5'11, short spiky black hair, and wears black when not on a mission.

Brett walked down the plain halls of the main military base of the Coalition forces. He heard a couple of noises coming from the rec- room and drew one of his suppressed .45 handguns. He had picked up on the streets as he went to and from school in a ghetto area an incredibly valuable skill for any soldier: the light-footedness that allowed him to walk or run close to silently in any shoes. He used this ability as he approached the door. How long had this wing of the base been devoid of soldiers? It was left alone in memory of its slain inhabitants, the Falcon Corps. Following his pistol, Brett's head poked through the half- open door. He saw a spiky head sitting on the couch, playing the Xbox that hadn't been touched in nearly a year as if he owned it.

Brett returned the pistol to its holster and sighed. It was one of the new booties around this place, Lintz Scott. Brett plopped down on the couch; a cloud of dust rose form it. Picking up a controller, Brett asked, "How do you play this thing?"

"Ah, just like Halo," Brett proclaimed. He set himself up and joined in the next match. 7 kills and 1 death. Not bad, but he had expected to not even be discovered.

"Here, let me show you how to set a beautiful ambush," Brett said, pointing to the screen. His character moved into some shrubbery around a large rock. He waited for a while and two computer units passed by. More waiting. Just as they had passed the setup for the ambush, Brett dropped them both. He then moved on to another spot. "Never attack twice from the same area."

Brett nodded. He had some programming skills from his few years in the... exclaim Wait! I can't tell you just yet!

"It's not going to be this simple. You have to pry the chassis apart after all the small screws are taken out. ((I also dismantle & repair paintball guns)) Then you have to seperate the hard drive from the rest, which must be done VERY carefully.