Operation Endgame

Mark and "Viper" infiltrate Shadow Company Base, Site Hotel Bravo

Hillbillies wiped out

Pooooolll Defeat (like always)

After the death of the old faggot, Slim Shady by the hands of Cocky the orange Alien, Kilgore sat down on the grass over the hill on Mount Westermore, a mountain in Valguero. He lit an Ashton as he sat and turned on a radio tuned to 102.3 FM. “Damn, after getting the old man killed, I think I should retire.” As he leaned backwards with the cigar in his mouth, his radio crackled and blasted an EAS. “What the?” As he tried to turn off the radio, a bright streak appeared in the sky, hitting a position outside of his vision, and sending a shockwave rattling his teeth. “What the fuck is this shit!” He stood up as more streaks hit more positions around Valerguro. He pulled up a radio from his back pocket and commed to the nearest base for the 6387th division. “Hotel Bravo 6-6, this is Eagle, what is happening?! ” No Answer. “Shit.” Kilgore quickly jogged to his GAZ jeep and turned on the ignition at such a force that he bent the key, twisting it. He switched to gear and stomped on the accelerator as more streaks hit the surrounding areas, causing a massive boom every time they connected with the ground. He drove past ruined farms and dead dinos until he drove all the way to his home, where he saw smoke rising from the barracks at Fort Eden. As he walked over, he saw multiple smoking corpses with M16s laying next to the barracks with multiple Federation soldiers dropping down and checking for survivors. He started walking and as he walked closer, he was tackled by one of his wives, Riley Reid. “Johnnie! I thought I’d never see you again,” she quietly squealed. “What the fuck happened, Riley?” he demanded. “I don’t know, but there was a crash and boom, and when I checked what happened, these guys came up!” “Are they hillbillies?” “No, but they’re hostile, so we got t-” Riley stopped as a muffled bang, followed by a quick pft sound. Kilgore blinked, as he stared at a gaping hole appeared in Riley’s chest. She looked down and promptly collapsed as Federation troops yelled and started to run and fire at Kilgore. He ran quickly to his jeep and drove off, heading to Fort Zancudo through the local realm portal. He managed to escape just in time as a RPG-7 rocket blew the portal up, cutting his jeep in half and hitting him in the head with shrapnel. “Shit,” was all he said before blacking out on the jeep, a visible slash on his forehead. He woke up later in a stretcher where lights flickered as kinetic strikes hammered the position, he watched as some soldiers ran with their M16A1s at the ready. He blacked out again, and awoke some time later in bed. He opened his eyes and groaned.He looked around for someone, and saw a figure sitting in a chair nearby.The figure took a drag from his cigarette and let it out in a cloud of smoke.”You’re awake. The doctors expected you to be out for another 4 hours.” Kilgore recognized the voice as Jack Guy’s. He stood up and grabbed the chair, and brought it beside the bed and sat again. He spoke again.”You got some shrapnel stuck in your head. They removed as much as they could, but there's still tiny fragments in there, nothing major though.” “What the hell happened? I just remember a bunch of fucking explosions and then racing down to the base and seeing a bunch of dead bodies, and then… then Riley got shot.” Jack looked at him. “Yeah the whole place got smoked. All incinerated from what I can see.” He took another puff from his cigarette. Kilgore thought for a moment, then it hit him. “Where’s Lana?” “Don’t worry we thought of that.I had some guys go there and bring her here. She’s waiting outside.” Kilgore got up and went into the bathroom to change into his regular clothes. “Anything else happened?” he asked Jack through the door. “Yeah, most of our bases outside of Comod were also hit by KEMs and troops. Looks like the hillbillies and the Federation have struck some kind of deal and now are working together.” “Perfect, just what we needed,” said Kilgore. “Yeah, tell me about it.” answered Jack. Kilgore got out of the bathroom and then was about to head for the door when he realized he had forgotten his hat.He went to get it and put it on. “You know, I think the day’s finally come. We’ve been expecting it forever and preparing, but we still got kind of fucked.” said Kilgore. Jack stood up and walked towards Kilgore. “I know, I know.We’re gonna resist though, we ain’t giving up just yet.We’re gonna throw back everything we have at those inbred sons of bitches. Go get ready and be ready for combat at any moment. We can’t let our guard down now.” Kilgore nodded. “Yes sir. I’ll be ready.” With that he walked out of the room, and left Jack in there. Jack took one more drag from his cigarette, and then he dropped it, stepped on it and walked out.

Meanwhile at Site Hotel Charlie, gruff and worn Mark Johnson stood in front of a holographic warboard full of bases, the ones that were operational highlighted green and the ones that were destroyed or compromised, red. So far on the board, there were a lot more red bases than red ones. “Surprised?” A man in a commander uniform asked. “Not really, Colonel Westerbrook. Most of the KSAF forces had left the region a while ago after their peacekeeping tour was over. Because of this, the bases were extremely vulnerable to assaults.” The man coughed as he lit a cigar. “I see. Guess that's what happens if you have a bunch of half baked boys who barely can run the Pit as the only men left.” “I know.” At that moment, a redheaded woman holding a C8MRR walked in, tapping the rifle as she moved. “Alex, what do you reckon happened to those bases?” Mark asked. “Assuming from what our sources say, the Gold Digger isn’t dead.” “Shit, this is bad.” “Indeed so, we should contact Jack and see how to regroup the remainder of the 6387th, so we  can counterattack and defeat the Federation and the pooooollls. The woman, Alexandra Ramirez, cocked the charging handle of the rifle and caught the bullet flying out of the ejection port. “So that's the plan?” “Yes.” Mark crossed his arms. “Doesn’t sound that great.” “Got any better ideas?” “Yes, we could pull some wetwork and take out The Dark One for the last time.” “We found his location?” “Yes.” “Seems like a good idea, better than mine, but,” Alex inputted, twirling the bullet and placing it on the table where Fort Hope was. “First, we’ll need some help with some old friends...”

At Fort Zancudo, General Kilgore sat at a cargo bay of an Osprey next to multiple soldiers of the remnant. He put on his combat helmet and flak vest as one of them spoke “So, General, what’s the whole deal with the bombings?” Kilgore turned his head and glared at the soldier. “For the last time Carter, we got blindsided and the hillbillies sneaked on us. Where’s Reiben? Tell him to get his ass over here.” Carter ran off to find Reiben, and brought him back to the Osprey. General grabbed his M16, loaded a fresh magazine, and slung it over his shoulder.Just as he was about to give the order to close the ramp and lift off, Lana came running out of the bunker.She ran up to the back of the Osprey and climbed in. “Johnny, can I come?” Kilgore shook his head. “Sorry babe, can’t bring you, it’s too dangerous.Just sit tight and I'll be back, alright?” “No, but I wanna go.That’s my Island, for god’s sake.I have to go.” Kilgore sighed. “Lana, come here.” He grabbed her by the hand and led her out of the cargo bay, and onto the ground.He looked her in the eyes. “You can’t go, I’m sorry.I don’t want you getting hurt like last time, so just...I don’t know, go to the mess hall and watch some movies or something.” “But all they have there is Jones’ tranny porn collection, they don’t have any actual movies.Besides, It would be better If I go, I know the land better than anyone...and I can also help, you know, if we have to fight or something.Just please John, let me come.” “No can do, sorry darling.Looks like you’re sitting this one out.” “No, I wanna go, I wanna go I wanna go!” She kept repeating it over and over until General grew annoyed. “Alright, Alright, fucks sake you can come.But if you get hurt, I’m gonna fucking...fuck...fuck sake, just come on.” Lana smiled and hugged him, and he hugged her back.He headed back inside the Osprey, with Lana trailing along.Before he headed in however, He went to a nearby crate, and took out a flak jacket and a spare combat helmet.He gave them to Lana. “Put these on.If you’re going in, at least have some protection.” She chuckled, and he looked at her with a puzzled look on his face. “What?” “What you just said was kinda...suggestive.” He rolled his eyes. ‘For god's sake, we’ll talk about that later.Put that jacket on.” She put the jacket on, which fit her perfectly.She then put the helmet on, and found it too big.”It doesn’t fit, it’s a bit too big.” “Adjust it, at the back.” With that done, they finally went back into the Osprey.Kilgore gave the order to close the hatch, and shortly after they took off.General sat down, next to Lana.Across from them, Carter and Reiben were making fun of Jones, who looked scared, and was nervously drinking a carton of femboy milk. “You okay there, Jones? You look a little scared.” said Carter, and then he laughed.”Jones stopped drinking the milk and spoke to the general. “Sir, why did I have to come on this mission sir? I could have gathered intel or...gone on another mission or something.” Kilgore laughed.”Because we all know you would just be in the bathroom jerking off to your fucking gay tapes.” said Reiben. “Reiben, I’m not gay. Fuck off.” “Bullshit Jones, you’re the gayest man I know. We found all your tapes you know. Now everyone knows, so it’s no use trying to hide it.” Carter and Reiben laughed some more, and Jones went back to drinking his femboy milk.

Some 2 hours later, they were finally entering the Island’s airspace.”We’re almost here, sir!” Kilgore then spoke up: “Okay everyone, listen up.When we land, keep your eyes open for anything out of the usual.We’re just going for recon, but be prepared for anything.Me, Carter, Reiben, Lana, and Jones are gonna go in one group. Snowball, Guts, Stephenson, Lawrence and Machine are gonna be another group. When we land, we split up, and each group takes one side of the beach.We take the east, you guys take the west.After you’re done sweeping the beach, meet back at the LZ,understood?” A combination of “yes sir” was heard. “Alright then, may god be with us.” The pilot yelled out “60 seconds!” All the soldiers started loading their guns, putting on their helmets, and some said prayers while others just stayed silent. While everyone was loading their guns, Lana just sat there looking around. She turned to Kilgore. “John, what am I gonna do? Everyone’s got guns and stuff, but I ain’t got nothing.” “You’re gonna follow me, and never be more than 2 feet away from me, got it?” She nodded. He reached under his seat and took out a MP5K. He handed it to her, along with spare ammunition and a reflex sight. ”Take this, if you get attacked, use this. Got it?” “Yeah, I got it.” She inspected it and held it close to her. Almost immediately, the Osprey shook and they landed. The cargo hatch opened, and immediately, shots went out, filling the cargo bay with intense pinging. Already one man was down, Guts. While the remaining personnel exited and ran to cover, the General was near the front talking to the pilots. ”In about 4 hours, pick us up at this exact spot. We’ll be waiting.” With that, he got out, and the bay closed and the Osprey lifted off and was instantly hit by a SAM rocket directly at the cockpit. “Holy shit.... Run!” The Osprey spun and suddenly lurched sideways, and started crashing sideways, where Kilgore and his team were. As it’s rotor blades spun, it hit Snowball and Machine, slicing them to ribbons and spraying them with gore. When the rotor blades spinning subsided and the craft halted, Kilgore exhaled. “Shit. That was close.” He pulled out his transmitter and commed the second team in a 6387th Huey. “Avatar 2-2, this is Eagle, they have a mobile SAM site, they just took down Avatar 2-1!” The Huey flew near and the pilot commed, “Roger Eagle, I’ll drop off team two at exfil point bravo, we’ll b- ” Another woosh and the huey blew into bits as the SAM hit the midsection of the helicopter. All the soldiers who hadn’t been shot yet scrambled for cover, and hid behind the bits of the blown up Osprey and Huey. Mortars blew up around them, and bullets whizzed by and landed near them.”Who the fuck’s shooting at us? Better not be the fucking Federation, those stupid fucking cocksuckers!” yelled Carter. He peeked out of cover and fired a few shots from his rifle, hitting 2 guys. He got in cover again and yelled. “General, it’s not the Federation! It’s the fucking hillbilly pricks, but looks like they’re armed with Federation guns and they’re also using JN-1 Armor!” “How the fuck did they get their hands on that shit?” screamed the General. “Where the hell’s our support?!” He fired towards the hillbillies and ducked again.Then he grabbed a grenade and threw it towards one hillbilly that was running, and the grenade detonated and blew the hillbillies legs off. The hillbillies started firing from their machine guns, pinning the men down.Some soldiers tried to get up and move up, but were mowed down by the hillbillies.”General, they’re killing us! I told you this was a bad idea! You’ve doomed us again!!” exclaimed Jones, as he was trying to hide in order to finish his femboy milk.”Shut the fuck up, dick tree.You got the radio, right?” said the General. “Yes sir, I got it” said Jones.Kilgore fired a few more shots and ducked again.”Alright, Lana, we’re gonna run over to Jones.You ready?” Lana nodded. “Come on, let’s go!” They got up, and dashed towards Jones, who was about 10 feet away.They managed to make it there unscathed.They dropped into cover, and Kilgore grabbed Jones radio. “Big Bear, this is Eagle!! I need some tank support down here, we’re getting murdered!!There’s too much inbreds here on the beach, it’s a fucking slaughter!!” *“This is Big Bear. We read you Eagle. We have 5 tanks inbound to your location. ETA 3 minutes maximum. Stand By. Over*.” “ This is Eagle solid copy, out” with that he handed the radio back to Jones.”General, what the hell do we do? We’re pinned!” yelled Carter. “I know that, Lieutenant!! I’ve called the tanks in, but there’s 3 minutes until they get here.” He looked around for somewhere to move up.He spotted some big rocks in the distance.”Okay, here’s what we’re gonna do.We’re gonna try to get some heavy suppressing fire on those fuckers, and then we’re gonna move up to those rocks over there.It’ll get us farther from these machine guns, and It’ll let us pick them off from a distance. Reiben, Lawrence, you both fire at those fuckers, and keep firing until I tell you to stop, got it?” “Yes, sir!” they both yelled in unison.”On the count of 3...1...2...3!! Now!!” Reiben started firing his M60 machine gun at the hillbillies, and Lawrence fired his grenade launcher at them.It managed to spook the hillbillies a little bit, so Kilgore gave the order. “Alright, go go go!!!To that fucking rock, run!!!” Everyone got up, and started running towards the big rocks.They made it there, and managed to make it just a split second before the hillbillies started firing again.About half a minute later, 5 CH-47 Chinooks flew by and dropped 2 M4 Sherman Firefly tanks, and 3 M48 Pattons onto the beach.The tanks advanced and started firing heavily at the hillbilly pillboxes, damaging most and destroying some. “Cavalry’s here, boys!! Come on!!” yelled General, and ran out of cover, and started firing at the hillbillies.His men followed suit, with Reiben firing wildly at the hillbillies, and Carter and Jones also firing. Even Lana fired some bullets, and hit 2 hillbillies, killing them. Just then, multiple hillbilly juggernauts, two T-90 tanks and several RPG teams appeared and started firing. They shot down three Chinooks, one of the M48s and both of the Shermans. “Shit! They knew that we would call in air support!” Kilgore fired blindly using his M16. Reiben kept firing his M60 at the RPG teams, but then his machine gun jammed. “SHIT! My gun jammed!” He yelled. “Oh fuck! Switch to your goddamn pistol!” “I don’t have one!” Kilgore tossed a MP412 that he snatched off a dead hillbilly. “Take this!” As the battle continued, the two tanks remaining were hit by RPG fire, disabling them. As the crews exited the broken vehicles, they were immediately mowed down by the DShK heavy machine guns. “Holy shit, we’re heavily pinned down!” yelled Carter. Kilgore winced as the 12.7mm round sliced through the side of his flak jacket.  “Last mag! Make it count!” he cried, tossing his final mag to Carter. As they fired their last rounds, a blue flare shot out of the sky, with dozens of hovercraft, F45A1 Thunder IV jets and an Advanced MH-9 Theseus Hybrid Helicopter heading from the river. “This Foxtrot 5-1 dropping in Juliet November 2 to the area” “Roger, Hovercrafts converging to bring in the M2s and M1A3s” “Solid copy, this is deploying Whisky P at the RPG teams, danger close” A KSAF advanced JN-2 juggernaut dropped into the fray, firing his MRR-LMG loaded with ASHP rounds, shredding the JN-1 enemies to bits as the KSAF reinforcements came in to supply support for the 6387th, who were taking heavy casualties from the gun emplacements and the JN-1 enemies. As the KSAF M2 Lion tanks engaged with Hillbilly owned T-90s, the remaining hillbillies ran off as they were chased after by the Coalition forces. After the hillbillies were completely wiped out by the combined force of the KSAF and the 6387th, Kilgore stood watching the soldiers milling. As the KSAF forces took care of the wounded and executed the rest of the remaining Hillbillies, Kilgore ran up to the man leading the fray and barking orders. “We weren’t expecting Coalition Reinforcements, you have no authority to just bust down like that!” “We aren’t bound by your rules Kilgore, you should have known by now.” “Are you sure about that, who are you?!” “ Commander Stone, get lost.” “Let’s see about that.” Kilgore pulled up his radio. “Jack, do you know a man named Commander Stone?” “Yes, he’s a top field commander of the KSAF, in fact he’s your superior according to the KSAF/Coalition ranking board, you’re an G-5, He’s a G-8E, outranking you by at least 4 levels.” “Shit.” As the rest of the KSAF secured the area and sent in 6387th troops to hold the position, a sergeant came to Stone holding a tape recorder. “Commander, we found this tape recorder in a pile of rubble, it’s addressed to Carter and Kilgore.” He handed the tape to Stone, who then tossed it to Kilgore. “Kilgore, I believe this is for you.” The tape recorder had multiple scratches, and a sticker of Gold Digger on the front. Kilgore pressed play and listened. He turned to the rest of his 6387th division troops and said, “Valkrieg. That’s where the bitch is. Listen up fags, we’re heading to Comod. Finally, we can kill that stupid bitch.”

As the sun was setting, they boarded an MH-6 Little Bird chopper, and headed for Valkrieg. They landed next to an office building of some kind, and got out.The chopper lifted off and flew away.Kilgore spoke to the group. “Listen up, people.We’re looking for The Emerald Star, a casino of some sort. Jones, map, let’s go.” Jones took out a folded map and handed it to Kilgore, who sat down on the ground and spread it out.Everyone huddled around him to look at the map. “We’re here” he pointed to a street on the map named Islington Park Street. “If we follow this road here, and go straight all the way, then take Camel Avenue and make a right, we should be at the casino.It’s a big place, so we can’t miss it.” He handed the map back to Jones and stood up. “Once we go in, what are we gonna do, sir?” asked Lawrence. “We’re gonna split up and look through the casino, and when we find her, we’re gonna kill that stupid bitch and finally end this.Now come on, we got some walking to do. Keep your eyes open for any movement, and watch them buildings, there might be snipers for all we know.” They started walking down the road, passing through several neighbourhoods, which were mostly abandoned or rundown.The few townsfolk that were still living there shuttered their windows and doors as the squad passed by.They kept on walking until they came across an old and abandoned high school.Kilgore stopped and signalled for everyone else to stop. “We’re gonna go in and check this place out.There could be hostiles here, it would make sense since it’s all dilapidated and no one would think of it, but luckily, we do.” They headed in through the front door, with rifles at the ready.The main entrance split into two hallways, each going around a corner, and with several classrooms behind doors.Kilgore ordered the team to split into two, with Jones, Reiben and Lawrence taking one hallway, and him, Carter and Lana taking the other one.They proceeded down the hallway, looking in the classrooms for any signs of enemies, but found them all empty.The two hallways joined into one at the end, before leading up a flight of stairs.They met up at the end, and Kilgore gave the signal to go up the stairs.They went up, with their rifles aimed and fingers on the trigger.They walked down another hallway with rows of lockers filling the walls, and one large classroom in the corner.Carter and Reiben went into the classroom to check it out, while the rest waited.After they came out of the classroom, everyone continued down the hallway, except Lawrence, who saw an open locker and looked inside. He found a MP412 with 4 .357 rounds lying next to it, and a big joint next to the gun.He grabbed the joint and called out to Carter. “Hey Carter, look what I found. A fucking joint. Come on, let’s smoke this and get high.” Carter immediately went to Lawrence due to his fondness for weed. ”I got a lighter, here.” He gave the lighter to Lawrence, who lit the joint.General noticed and shook his head. “Carter, get the fuck over here.Now’s not the time to be getting high.” Carter went over to General, so Lawrence shrugged and took a drag from the joint.Reiben noticed the smell and coughed. Then he came up and tried to take the joint from Lawrence. “Put that shit out, Lawrence, smells like dead gooks and shit mixed together.Besides we’re on a mission, you can’t get stonbed right now.Put it the fuck out or I’ll take it.” “No fuck off Reiben.You already took my fucking liquor, now you’re trying to take my weed? No, get away from me.” Reiben gave up trying to take the joint and just grabbed the MP412 pistol, loading it . Lawrence hung back for a bit, and then he went to try to catch up to them.What he didn’t notice however, was a storage closet behind him open silently, and a hillbilly with a USAS-12 assault shotgun being loaded with a drum mag of 12 gauge Incendiary shells aimed at Reiben. Reiben, oblivious to the sound of the shotgun being loaded said, “Well, this was a waste of time, let's mov-''. He was cut short as the hillbilly fired his shotgun striking Reiben in the back and blasting the joint out of Lawerence’s hand. Reiben screamed as the flames engulfed his flak jacket and fired the pistol, striking the hillbilly in the skull and also hitting a 6387th soldier. By the time fire was extinguished, the hillbilly was dead and Reiben was covered in 3rd degree burns. “You alright Reiben?” asked Kilgore. “Yeah I’m good, any casualties?” Kilgore pointed at the 6387th soldier, who was in a pool of blood with a gunshot round to the chin. “Daniels is KIA.” Reiben turned to Lawrence, who was staring at the wall, very obviously high. He grabbed Lawrence and slammed him on the wall. “You son of a bitch, you’re fucked!! If you weren’t smoking that goddamn dope, you could have warned us about that fucker and all this could have been prevented!! Goddamn you, you stupid son of a bitch!!” They started fighting each other, until Kilgore pulled out his 1911 and fired into the air. “Shut up Reiben. You shot Daniels, so stop complaining, let's move.” Reiben grumbled, pulling out a slice of beef jerky from his backpack and bit into it. “Goddamn it!” At the same time, Carter spoke up. “The Casino should be half a klick to the north.” As the group travelled through the school’s halls, they found many ration kits, GornTM and OnlyFans pictures of Riley and Lana, which Kilgore seized. “Kids these days.” he muttered under his breath.Jones saw the Gorn and tried to get Kilgore to give it to him, but he knew what he was gonna do and instead took out his lighter and burnt the gorn.By the time they reached near the exit, they found a squad of dead troops and a heavily wounded soldier, still holding his M16A1 with bullet holes in his chest. As they walked along, Lana crouched and picked up one of the dead’s dog tags. “These were 6387th Soldiers!” she gasped. Kilgore made a Kliennaker prayer as he picked up a bodycam from one of the corpses. “This should tell us what happened to these men,” he stated. “If only they could tell us who did this.” One of his troops quickly ran towards the only survivor and crouched to face him. “Shit! Woods! Look at me!” He bellowed. The heavily wounded soldier groaned. “Derrick, I don’t have much time left... I’ve bled a shit ton...... I don’t have much time.... Take... this....” he moaned. “Stay with me Woods! We’ll get you out of here after we storm the Casino” “No..... It’s a.....” And Woods slumped his head, rolling his eyes upward as he collapsed. He held a small USB 4.0 Memory Stick which he exposed while he released his grip. Derrick stood up and looked at Kilgore. “General, I don’t think assaulting the Casino is a good idea, we should go.” “Bullshit, we need to kill the Gold Digger!” “I know, but it seems to be a tra-” “ARE YOU QUESTIONING ORDERS SOLDIER?” “No, sir, bu-” “NO BUTS, WE ARE KILLING THE STUPID WHORE THAT IS THE GOLD DIGGER.” With that, Derrick shut his mouth. They continued into the streets, where they killed some well hidden and well armed hillbillies, until they reached the entrance of the Emerald Star, which oddly had wanted posters from Los Santos of him, Carter and Lana. What was more odd was a strange picture of Alex at the beach, which one of the soldiers saw. ”What the fuck’s this doing here?” Kilgore grabbed his wanted poster, and looked at it. It read: WANTED FOR CRIMES AGAINST HILLBILLYKIND, JOHN R. KILGORE. REWARD: 1,000,000,000 DOLLARS FOR CAPTURE DEAD OR ALIVE. He scoffed and balled the poster up, and threw it onto the street.Carter grabbed his poster, and burnt it with a lighter.Lana grabbed her poster, looked at it, and then tore it up into little pieces. Kilgore walked up beside her, and looked at the front door.”We’re finally gonna do this.You ready?” She looked at him, and he turned to look at her. “Yeah, let’s go.” Kilgore nodded and signalled for his soldiers to follow him. The soldier that picked up the photo asked Kilgore, “Hey, who’s this hot chick in this photo?” Kilgore ignored him, but Lana turned, smiling and said, “Let me see, it must be someone I know....” She looked at the photo and her smile quickly dropped. “Oh, I see. You don’t want to be interacting with her.” “Why not? She's pretty hot with all the good shits.” “That woman is out of your league, and you don’t want to end up being hung from your underwear do you.” “Wha-? Who the hell is she?” “She’s Alexandra Ramirez. An extremely talented sniper and very stealthy. Also known as the ‘Hell’s Headhunter’ for how she shot down a Federation Gunship with a thermal scoped RSASS. She’s also an efficient interrogator, but what she does to get the information will haunt you if you watch it happening. Believe me, don’t try for her.” The soldier gulped and continued on walking, throwing the photo away as if it was cursed. As they walked along into the casino entrance, they found more posters and this time a picture of Mark and Alex posing in an Op with a man with a skull mask and mysterious man with short black hair, and a strange symbol on his shirt. The picture had an x marked over the skull man, a question mark on Mark, a large red circle on Alex’s position on the photo and scribbling over the mysterious man’s face. On the bottom of the photo, there were a few words written in blood and orange sharpie. *I’ll get that Redheded Deemon and be healed from my wonds, fucc you Rameerez,* said the message*.* Kilgore turned to Lana. “Is it just me or is there more posters of us and a creepy message on this photo of Mark?” “Yeah. Something’s off, why would there be a photo of Mark if the gold digger wanted us to come here?” “No fucking clue.” They walked on into the bowels of the dead casino, but before they could investigate further, one of the soldiers, the one who found the beach photo, stepped on a hidden mine, blowing him to bits. Immediately, Federation Spetznaz roped down and broke through the glass, along with several Hillbillies with advanced tactical armor. They fired at the 6387th soldiers, killing a vast amount of the 6387th troops. Everyone who was still alive ran for cover, hiding behind slot machines and counters. “I knew this was a bad idea, sir!! Now we’re gonna fucking die!!” yelled Jones. “Shut the fuck up and stop being a pussy, Jones. Instead of cowering like a fucking bitch, why don’t you take your rifle and start using it!!” said Carter. As they continued firing blindly from the slots, the Federation troops quickly dispatched more of the division troops with ease.Lawrence threw a grenade to act as a distraction so he could move to a better cover position, but when he stood up to run he was hit in the head, and fell dead to the ground. ”Shit, they got Lawrence!! General, we don’t have a chance, sir!!! We’re being ass raped!!” Kilgore looked around, desperately trying to find a good cover spot where they wouldn’t get massacred.He saw some double doors that led up some stairs, and decided to try to get away instead of fighting back. “Alright, listen up everyone. We’re gonna try to distract these dickbags so we can run up those stairs and hopefully get the fuck out of here.We’re all gonna throw grenades at them on my signal, and then run up those stairs.” He looked at where the hillbillies and Federation troops were, and then gave the signal.They threw a bunch of grenades at the enemies, and managed to kill most of the hillbillies.It caused enough of a distraction, enabling them to run to the door, and up the stairs.Once they were upstairs,they looked around for a door to access the roof, so they could call in the chopper and get extracted.As they were looking around, Carter walked into an office and found a black box, with the Gold Digger’s logo stamped on it.He grabbed it and shook it around, and noticed there was something inside.”General, I just found this box.There seems to be something inside.Should I open it?” Kilgore shook his head. “Wait until we’re safe back at base.” Carter handed it to Kilgore, who stuffed it in his pack.”Hey guys, I found a way to the roof.” said Lana, who had opened a door which led to a stairwell. Then they heard the Federation and hillbilly troops down the hallway, so the division remnant ran up the stairs trying to get to the roof. As they rushed towards the rooftop, the Federation soldiers swapped their rifles for RPG-7s and fired them. As each rocket hit, it took out two soldiers at a time, blowing them to bits and shrapnel. Soon, there were only four people left of the squad: Reiben, Kilgore, Carter and Lana. As they rushed upwards to finally reach the glass rooftop of the casino, a Federation rocket hit the glass under Reiben, blowing it apart and tossing him forward and his M60 machine gun down the hole. Kilgore watched in horror as Reiben was cut with glass and held onto the shredded ledge of the hole, before slipping and falling off the ledge and landing with a thud on the Casino floor, blood oozing out of most of his limbs and his arm bones sticking out of his body. “What are you doing boss, we need to go!” yelled Carter, firing at the Federation troops that just breached the roof area. Kilgore snapped out of his stupor as he quickly unpacked his transponder and his skyhook exfil device. He quickly pressed the red button on the transponder and yelled, “All callsigns, this is Eagle, we’re pinned down! We need immediate exfil! Is there anyone in the vicinity that we can request for air support?!” A voice crackled. “Eagle, this Warhorse 5-1, we are within range but we cannot see you, mark your position with smoke.” “Warhorse 5-1, this is Eagle, we copy! I’ll deploy purple smoke to signal our position!” Kilgore pulled out a purple signal M18 smoke grenade and threw it on the roof. “Roger, that, we have a visual, ETA 20 minutes out.” The three division members continued firing and covering their position as a C-130 Cargo Plane flew into view. The Federation troops continued their immense firepower towards the division troops and managed to hit Kilgore in the chest twice and hitting him in the arm.  Luckly, Kilgore was wearing a flak jacket, so it didn’t hurt him as much, but it did leave bruises. As the C-130 drew nearer, he clipped himself on the skyhook and turned towards his comrades, before a rocket hit between him and his squadmates, knocking him out and tossing their weapons away. As he faded through consciousness, he noticed that Lana’s legs were broken, preventing her from clipping on to the rope, while Carter was hanging on the ledge of the broken ceiling and was out of reach. This was a very hard choice, would he save his brother or his queen? As the pilot counted down his ETA, he had to make a decision, fast. To make things more suspenseful, the Federation soldiers started running towards them. “Help me! Kilgore, help! I’m slipping!” screamed the frightened Carter. “Shit, my legs are broken, John! Honey, get me first!” cried Lana, wincing from the pain. “No! Help me first! Bros before hoes, you got that?! You’re not a simp, right? Fuck Lana, I’m gonna fall!” Kilgore was in a pickle now. Who was he gonna save? Time was running out as the Federation troops came forward, now with one with a gasoline bottle and a lit cigar. Kilgore screamed in anger. “GODDAMNIT,  WHY IS THIS HAPPENING NOW FOR FUCKS SAKE!!!” He took out his pistol and shot at the oncoming soldiers who immediately pulled out riot shields to block small arms fire. Kilgore got up and went over to Lana, and clipped her on to the Skyhook. ”Come on, let’s get you out of here.” He went to Carter to try to help him up, but the C-140 flew ahead and snagged onto the Skyhook, pulling him and Lana away. “SHIT NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!” Carter screamed, watching as Kilgore and Lana were pulled away. Kilgore and Lana stared in horror, and then a door behind Carter opened and a bunch of Federation soldiers came out, and shot him in the head, he let go of the edge and fell onto a fountain, which soon turned red with blood. The C-140 flew away, tugging Kilgore and Lana. “Do you think he’ll make it?” asked Lana. “He’ll be fine, he’s got Cocky’s blood. When he wakes up he’ll know what to do.” As they flew on the balloon, the Federation troopers fired at them. He managed to avoid mostly all of the gunfire, except 2 bullets which hit him in the arm. They were slowly reeled into the back of the plane, where some members of the 21st Rangers received them. They put Lana on a stretcher, Kilgore on a seat and strapped them down. A Federation soldier fired a FGM Stinger missile towards the aircraft, but the C-140 fired it’s flares, redirecting the missile, which blew up  away from the ship. As they flew away, he looked out the back of the cargo bay, which then closed.

At a different location, 10 minutes before the casino ambush, Task Force 45 was trekking through a city west of Tull. As the sand blew across the contaminated and deserted streets in what was left of Highton City, a small group of Federation scouts patrolled the area, checking for any survivors to kill or any enemy to capture. As they patrolled with their GAZ jeeps and an Armored F200 technical, they spotted nothing important. “Avatar 1, this Blackwater 6, patrol’s yielded no results, over.” “Roger, return to base immediately.” At that very moment, Alex watched the whole conversation through the lenses of her Leupold 40x12mm scope on her CM901SC rifle. She pulled on her head set and spoke silently. “Manchester, got multiple Federation tangoes with a technical patrolling the perimeter.” A reply crackled from the radio, “Roger. Echo, maintain your position and wait for my signal. Viper, get that SMTD ready.” After radioing the instructions, a gas masked Mark swapped his suppressed C8MRR rifle with his own CM901C2 and an Orion E7 flare pistol. He waited for the Federation troops to split off before firing a blue flare at the enemy. As the Federation troops were slow to react to the new threats, “Viper” fired his Shoulder Mounted Tank Destroyer rocket launcher into the Technical, blowing it to smithereens and terminating multiple troops within a 5 meter radius. As the remaining Federation troops pointed their guns at the source of the rocket, they were quickly gunned down by Alex. “Save me some kills next time.” “Fine.” Mark and “Viper” walked towards the wreckage of the Technical. “Viper” crouched down and ruffled through the vest of one of the dead soldiers. Mark at that same moment pulled out a mapping device and pulled his mic to his mouth. “This was the second patrol this week, it seems like they’re planning something.” As he continued to observe the map,“Viper” pulled out a DSM device from the dead soldier he was ruffling through and called to Mark. “Hey chief, look at this! A DSM device, seems like they’re using it as a tracking device or something.” “Hmmm. Take it with you, we’ll need a computer interface. There’s gotta be one somewhere.”  With that, Mark folded the map and activated his comms. “Echo, regroup with me and Viper at Rendezvous Delta, but be careful, the area’s contaminated by chemicals, so equip your M87 gas mask.” “Copy that boss.” Mark and “Viper” ran towards an auto shop, where this specific auto shop had a functioning mainframe computer. There, Alex waited, holding her rifle and inspecting a casing. “So, what’s inside this shop? We’re supposed to be heading to Fort Hope.” Mark pulled out his pistol and shot off the locks of the door, opening the door. “Well, Echo there should be a computer here so we can find out what this device,” he shook the DSM, “has to contact the men at Fort Hope about the Federation. Then, we can go to the fort.” Alex nodded and placed the casing into a spare magazine, which she placed in her ammo pouch. “Viper” then pulled up a sliding door, revealing the computer and a grossly obese kid in the middle of a wank and eating Laid’s crisps. The kid yelped and dropped the bag of chips as Mark and Alex saw his putrid body and stinky miniscule dick. Alex immediately pulled out her Glock pistol, but was stopped by Mark, who spoke, “Hold your fire, this kid’s not armed.” “What the fuck do you want? Who the hell are you two, some gay men to rape me?” ” the lob of fat demanded, not realizing that Alex was female, due to her gas mask and her loose plate carrier armor that she wore. “Shut up you lard of fat, we’ll need to use your computer for classified purposes,” Mark calmly stated, his hand near his holster. The lard, unamused, sniggered. “So what if it’s important? You gotta give me something first, like Lana Rhoades’s OnlyFans or something!” Mark looked at Alex, and through their comms in the mask said, “This guy really is horny. But we need that computer running in order to view those files. You know what you can d-” “Fuck! Fine. But we kill him after we’re finished dealing with the information.” “Of course. I ain’t no simping fag.”  With that, she undid her vest and pulled up her shirt, revealing her large breasts. The fat kid looked at the big milkers and was completely aroused, so much he orgasmed, much to Mark and Alex’s disgust. “Viper”, meanwhile, was still lifting the door and oblivious to what was going on. “Now, will you let us use the computer?” Alex asked. The blob nodded , still engrossed with her chest. Mark plugged in the DSM and ran the decryption keys, unlocking it. By the time it was finished decrypting, he pulled his pistol and shot the blob in the back of the skull. The fat kid spluttered as he fell to the floor, oozing blood from the head wound. Alex dropped her shirt down and put back on her armored vest. They took off their mask, as the air was now clear “Finally. Thanks for killing that creep,” she said, grateful that she didn’t need to be looked at by the fatass. “Of course. Well, this DSM does have some interesting things.” Mark pointed to a folder named *Killing Kilgore - Project Papa - Hillbilly Plans*. “Seems like the hillbillies were planning to kill Kilgore” “Wasn’t it always? Plus, why would the Federation have this in their DSM?” “No clue, but inside this folder, there seems to be diagrams of the Emerald Star casino, a few pornos of Lana Rhoades, some battleplans for assaulting Kashmir and a folder named *Gold Digger notes*.” “Very odd indeed, you should probably check out the folder.” Mark clicked on the folder and four files appeared. “There’s a text file, three images and two videos, one for the Federation troops and one for Kilgore.” “Let’s see.” “Viper” at the door, said, “You guys found anything useful on the DSM?” “Plenty. We’re gonna check it out and tell you about it after.” “Ok, just don’t forget to tell me.” With that, Mark and Alex looked through the files, the text file contained nothing, the Federation video a message about something of the Dark One's new plan (which they knew about) but the rest had extremely strange things about it. The first image was of Alex at the beach (which was the same photo that the soldier picked up from the ambush), the second a picture of a severed head of an alien, the third, which was most disturbing, was a photo of Riley Reid being cooked over a fire with Orcs posing around the fire and the Gold Digger and Andrew Deschain, the most deviant and sadistic of the enemies of the Coalition, alive and well. “Shit! How did they get an image of me at the beach and whose head is that?” Alex questioned, shocked at what she saw. “The bigger thing, Alex, is how Andrew’s still alive.” Mark pointed out. “This is pretty bad.” “Wait! We haven’t checked the last file yet.” Mark clicked on the video and suddenly, the other files were deleted and the video was the only file left, while it ran. The video played, with the gold digger’s face appearing menacingly, staring at the camera. *General Johnathan R Kilgore, or should I say Killedgone? Thanks for falling for my trap.* *You see, I’m not a fool to leave clues of my whereabouts that easily. Now, I got you in the perfect place for my army to wipe you out, finally now I can get my revenge on you and Lana. If you manage to survive this ambush, you will quickly realise that wasn’t the only ambush we planned. Say goodbye to Simp island, Hope County and Kashmir!* The video ended, with the numbers 8881232678 and 213423432. “Shit! Kilgore’s in trouble!” “I know Alex, but he’s not the only one in danger., Viper! What do the numbers 213423432 and 8881232678 mean?” “Hmmmm, I think the first one if you split it is the coordinates for the location of Cthulul’s ritual gateway from the Madison Affair and the second one’s the phone number for Hotel Neptune!” “Shit, you’re right! We need to send the coordinates for a KEM strike on the gate and kill the Gold Digger at Hotel Neptune!” Mark stated. Alex pulled out a transmitter and spoke into it. “Kilgore, this is Echo, do not enter the Casino, I repeat it’s a trap” Buzzing noise. “I hope they got the message.” She turned to Mark. “So we storm the Hotel?” “Just like old times.” “Sure.” “Try not to die this time.” “You worry about yourself, but thanks for the thought.” Alex then pecked him on the cheek. They put on their masks and “Viper” dropped down the door. They hopped onto a stolen UAZ jeep that they got from a Federation patrol, and started heading to Fort Hope. As they drove through the desert, they noticed flames from a gas station and several burned corpses holding AK47s, M16A1s and AKMs. They stopped the jeep to investigate the wreckage and for supplies. “What do you think happened to those people?” asked Alex. “Must’ve been an ambush or a napalm strike,” replied Mark. Mark searched through the burnt gas station, where he found a bunch of burnt cigarettes and a small safe. “I see a safe here!” he yelled. “What’s inside it?” “I don’t know, I’m gonna check.” He decided to pick the lock by using his gift of lockpicking. He pulled out his screwdriver, two modified paperclips and a hammer. He used the hammer to hammer the screwdriver to literally remove the hinges of the safe and used the clips to pick the lock. By the end of it, he removed the entire door and saw the contents of the safe. A joint, 30 000 Credits in credit chips and bills, a shotgun shell, a single solid klienakium Frollar coin and a note. “What did you find?” asked “Viper”. “Some junk, some cash, a 12 gauge shotgun shell and a note.” When he opened it for them to see, the paper made a squeak sound as the words darkened to be more easily read. *If you find this note, you’ve found the bodies of the Hillbillies, right?. Fort Hope is destroyed, all 6387th holdouts here have been destroyed. We retreated to this gas station to gather our troops and head towards Tull. The thing is, we’ve been attacked by the hillbilly patrol, causing a firefight that killed most of us. We’re now relocated to Bunker 11, 15 miles east of the gas station. If you want to get in, just respond to the challenge at the gate. The countersign is Texas. - Sgt Forrest Crowley*

“Shit. We’re too late,” “Viper” said. “All isn’t lost, they said they’re at a bunker 15 miles away from here, Alex, you know what Bunker 11 is?” “Bunker 11? My great grandfather, Mac Kliennaker, did mention about Bunkers around this part of Comod. We’ll need the GPS, it’s labeled Nowhere 11 on the maps” They all jumped on the UAZ as Mark inputted the coordinates for Bunker 11 into the GPS and they drove off.

At Bunker 11, Kilgore sat next to Lana, who was in pain with her shattered legs in a stretcher. “Feeling better now?” Kilgore asked. Lana winced. Sgt Crowley came in, holding the box that Kilgore brought back. “General, this box you brought back, what's in it?” “Dunno, we found it at the casino, I think it’s a weapon or something.” Crowley shrugged and went off. Half an hour later, he came back with a tray of Canned Ham and mushroom soup for Lana and a 40 oz bottle of Jack Daniel's fine Scotch. “Thanks Sergeant.” “No problem.” Kilgore picked up the bottle and downed the entire thing. A loud rattle occurred as the lights flickered for a moment. “What the hell was that?!” asked Kilgore. “Must be a kinetic strike or something, we get that lot.” A knock occurred at the bunker doors. Crowley turned. “Someone’s at the door!” He took an M4A1 with a Eotech sight and a flashlight and opened a small hole and yelled, “STAR!” A voice from outside shouted back, “Texas! We’re friendlies!” Crowley lowered his rifle and opened the hatch. In came Capt Mark Johnson, Lt Alexandra Ramirez and Sgt Derek “Viper” Sanderson, all covered in sand and blood. “What happened?” asked Crowley as Mark took off his gas mask. “Let’s just say that the boom sound you heard wasn’t a simple explosion,” replied Mark. As the two men continued talking, “Viper” took out a knife and spun it around as Alex took off her gas mask and looked at Kilgore. “Kilgore you look like shit.” stated Alex. “Very funny. We were ambushed at the Casino. We lost lots of guys but we did bring back a box with something in it.” Mark finished talking to Crowley and turned to Kilgore. “What box?” he asked. “This one Captain,” said Crowley, holding the box. Mark took it and pulled out his knife and sliced it open from the bottom. A head sized fleshy lump fell out of it, making a flopping noise while it bounced around, oozing a dark brown color. “What the fuck is that?” asked Crowley. Mark picked up the lump, now realizing it resembles a badly mangled head. “Shit, looks like the Gold Digger’s packed someone who she didn’t like in that box.”  “Wait... Hold Up... Is that who I think it is?” Alex looked at the head, and instantly recognized whose head it was: Cocky the alien’s. Kilgore stood up and grabbed the head from Mark, inspecting it. “There’s no way this is the real thing, right? It’s a very good fake, I’ll give them that.” “I don’t think it’s a fake. The texture is too real, also the smell, jesus...” said Mark. “Well, only one way to find out.” said Alex as she took out her knife.She stabbed the head and took her knife out, which now had blood on it.She gave it to Kilgore. “If it tastes like the real thing, it is the real thing.” Kilgore grabbed the knife and licked it, tasting the blood.He stood there for a second, then he nodded.”It’s the real thing.How the fuck did someone manage to kill him?” Then it hit him. “Wait… so that means....Lieutenant...and Riley...are...dead?” Alex and Mark looked at each other, and then nodded silently.Kilgore stood there for a moment silently, then he ran out of the room.”Wait, so that means Riley ain’t coming back?” asked Lana. ”She’s gone. I’m sorry.” said Alex. Lana stared off into the distance, and then broke down, crying. “Viper” comforted Lana while she cried her eyes out. Down the hall, a loud “FUCK” was heard and then some crashing as well. Kilgore had thrown his bottle and was screaming obscenities. He came back and pulled a .38 Smith and Wesson Police revolver and pointed to his head as he cried in anguish for losing his wife and his only good friend. “NO!” As he was about to pull the trigger,  Alex whipped out her Glock 17 and shot it out of his hand. The revolver burst into multiple fragments which flew out, striking Kilgore in the cheek, hand and arm. This only made Kilgore mad and he rushed at Alex and grabbed her neck and started throttling her. “Holy shit!” Lana cried as Kilgore gripped Alex harder and harder. “Kilgore please! Don’t strangle her! That won’t solve anything!”  Mark stopped the incident by grabbing Kilgore’s arms and prying off his hands off of Alex, who started breathing again after being released, and threw Kilgore against the wall. “Viper” threw four knives that stuck onto his clothes, immobilising him  “Kilgore! Get a grip on yourself! We can make the ones responsible pay, but strangling Alex ain’t gonna solve anything!” Said “Viper”. Mark pulled Alex to her feet. “You alright?” he asked. “No! It felt like he was gonna kill me!” Mark turned to Kilgore. “Kilgore, you should control yourself! If we want to kill the Gold Digger and her allies, you need to relax!” “How the fuck am I supposed to relax when my best friend and my wife are dead, huh!? It’s happening all again for fucks sake, not again!!! I can’t deal with this shit, not again!!!” He broke down and started crying. Mark unpinned the knives on Kilgore and Kilgore fell to his knees. Crowley, pulled out 4 more casks of Jack Daniels and handed one to Lana and the rest to Kilgore. Lana set it aside, while Kilgore downed the alcohol. He finally relaxed, but when he looked at Mark and Alex, he saw Carter and Riley instead, causing him to scream. In his drunken stupor he screamed, “Carter! Riley! You’re both dead! Why are you taunting me?!  Please! ” As he faded through his insanity, his vision swam as Mark switched to Carter and back. “Something’s wrong,” said Mark, to Kilgore who perceived it as slowed down. “He’s losing consciousness!” Alex stated. As Kilgore blacked out, Mark pulled out a syringe and injected it in his jugular. He woke up later in a stretcher with Jack sitting next to him with his arms crossed.”You’re awake. The blood alcohol in your system was enough to kill an army. I’m surprised you even survived.” “Oh please, I’ve drank more before and been fine.” He got up from the stretcher, and stumbled a little bit, but then he was fine.He grabbed a bottle of whisky which was sitting on a table, and looked at it. “You know John, I think taking a little break would be good for you.Take the day off, go spend time with Lana, or go home and sleep.You’ve been through a lot, you deserve some rest.” “Jack. I am home. I’m gonna head to Los Santos for a drink” Jack shook his head. “Well, I can’t stop you, but if you’re planning on heading to Los Santos, land at the helipad and head to Hotel Quebec Alpha, the Commander wants to speak with you.” “Fine.” He then opened the bottle and took a long drink from it.With that he walked out of the room, and headed for Lana’s room. He went in and sat down next to her. “You okay John? You kinda blacked out on us back there.” “Yeah, I’m fine.Your legs still killing you?” He went into the bathroom and turned on the faucet, and washed his face.”Yeah, a little bit.The medication they gave me is helping though.” “That’s good.” He looked into the mirror and saw Riley standing behind him.He quickly turned around, but found that there was no one there.He took the liquor bottle and took another swig of it, and walked out of the bathroom.”Well. I’m gonna go home and try to sleep, alright? It’s been...a rough day, to say the least.” Lana nodded, and Kilgore started making his way towards the door.Right when he opened it, Lana called out to him.”John, before I forget again, there’s something I need to tell you.” Kilgore turned around. “Yes, Amara?” “It’s best if you sit down for this.” He sat down in a chair next to her.She sighed. “Well there’s no real easy way to say this, so...I’m pregnant.” Kilgore almost choked on the liquor. “You’re what?” “I’m pregnant. And you’re the father.” He stood there, dumbfounded. “That’s...great.I’m gonna be a father again.” He then realized what it meant and cheered up. “I’m gonna be a father again! And you’re gonna be the mother!!” He kissed her, and she laughed. “We’re gonna raise him, and we’re gonna teach him how to tame dinos, how to shoot guns, it’s gonna be great!! Even Riley can help!!” His expression instantly darkened.Then he remembered she was dead.”Riley’s dead.” He took a swig of alcohol, and headed for the door. “Where are you going John?” asked Lana. “To have a little drink.” With that he walked out of the room, and headed for the Bunker exit.He went up to a chopper that was about to take off, and spoke to the pilot. “You going to Los Santos?” “Yes sir.” “Well good. Let’s go then.” He climbed onboard, and the chopper took off, heading towards Los Santos.

When he flew across the city, he saw that half of it was in an intense battle of Coalition Invaders and Hillbilly Defenders. Even as he flew by, multiple RPG rockets flew past his helicopter and a few Javelins flew pretty close by and hit a T-90 tank below. He managed to land in one piece at the Los Santos Airport, where the Coalition forces created a ceasefire zone and used it as a command center. He landed on a helipad next to a few Ospreys and got out. At the helipad he got off of the Helo and was taken by a Lieutenant named Percival to the main camp, Hotel Quebec Alpha.  At there was taken to stand in front of Commander Stone with two other Officers, including Mark, who were looking at a holomap. “General Kilgore, we were expecting you,” Stone said. “What are you here for? What do you want?” “We’ve found the position of the Gold Digger. We’re planning to assassinate her and the top commanders of the Hillbillies. We’ve already declared a ceasefire with the Federation for now. We just need to kill the Gold Digger.” “So?” “We need you to decide on which approach to assault the hotel at the core. Captain Johnson says that we should storm the base in JN-2 Suits, Captain Blake says a stealth strike should finish the job. Which type of assault do you think will work best?” He took a swig from his bottle and burped.”We’re gonna go in guns blazing, leave no survivors, and finally kill that dumb whore once and for all.” “Alright, we’re going to send you and Capt. Johnson in a van to lock and load and storm the building.” And soon enough Kilgore was in a van at the hotel with Mark, some random 6387th soldier and Alex. The Hillbillies outside were attempting to order them outside. “You sure this armor will protect us?” asked the 6387th soldier to Mark. “It'll buy us time, Donald. Stone, are the slicers patched into their system?” “Working on it. They’ve got some sort of firewall preventing the slicers from breaching, it’ll be a bit before it’ll fully breach.” At that moment, the hillbillies opened fire, hitting the van. “Looks like they know we're here,” Alex stated. “The slicers breached, they’ve tapped into the security feed. Taylor's in the atrium of the penthouse,” Stone stated. Mark turned to the rest of the team. “This is it. She doesn't leave here alive.”  Mark cocked his multiple attachments M28 IAR while Alex put on her helmet and loaded her HAMR-L with a foregrip before kicking the door of the van down. As the hillbillies were scattering as the duo shot them to bits, the 6387th soldier whipped out a RPD with a holographic sight. Kilgore on the other hand pulled out his M60E3 but was surprised that it had only an Elcan nightraider scope and nothing else. They kept firing as they approached the entrance. At the penthouse, the Gold Digger was sipping some Chardonnay, when she heard gunshots from down below. She looked as the JN-2 team decimated her best soldiers. “Sydney we got to go!” a hillbilly soldier told her. She looked at him and pulled out a heavily modified .357 MP412 REX. “We’re not leaving this building. We’ll kill them all.” She shot the hillbilly in the chest. She ordered some guards to toss the body down the atrium to send a message. At the ground, the team massacred more hillbillies as the civilians ran out of the hotel screaming. “Stone! Did the slicers get control of the lifts?” commed Mark. “All Lifts have been taken over, two’s coming to you now!” “Roger!” They ran quickly to the elevators and the team split up, with Mark and Alex on one elevator, while Kilgore and Donald took the second one. They all quickly set the elevator to the top floor and as the elevators went up, Mark’s and Kilgore’s elevators were quickly assaulted by Mi-35M Hinds. Mark and Alex managed to shoot down their helicopter, but then it crashed into their elevator, damaging the elevator and their suits’ HUD, rendering it useless. They noticed that the elevator was dead and was about to collapse, so they took off the JN-2 armor and put on regular plate carriers. “Stone! We need another lift!” yelled Alex. “Working on it.” Another elevator rose close, appearing right next to them. Mark shot the glass and jumped through it. Alex followed suit, but would have fallen off if Mark didn’t pull her up. They set to the top floor and continued. Meanwhile, Kilgore and Donald fought against their helicopter, but then it shot at them with missiles and a mounted DShK, killing Donald and setting fire to Kilgore’s suit. He managed to kill the pilot by shooting the pilot in the head, but his armor was on fire so he took it off and threw it on the ground. He managed to arrive on the top floor unscathed. When he arrived, he saw Mark and Alex exiting the other elevator. “Where’s Donald?” asked Alex. “He’s dead, he was killed getting up here,” replied Kilgore “Shit.” They continued through the halls before reaching the penthouse door, which they used a frame charge to blow down. The Penthouse was set up like a lavish playboy penthouse photoshoot, but was dimly lit, like it was a setup for an ambush.. Mark quickly pulled out two GPNVG night vision sets and tossed one to Alex before equipping it and turning it on. Kilgore checked for his night vision set, but was surprised to find none. In the same while, Mark and Alex quickly switched to their pistols with suppressor and NVG visible lasers. Mark threw a 9 Banger special grenade, which stunned a few Hillbillies with NVGs and suppressed AKs. He quickly dispatched them with quick shots. He pulled an NVG off of a hillbilly and tossed it to Kilgore. “Take this Kilgore, we need to find the target.”  “You should have given me this earlier” “Whatever. Don was supposed to have your’s and his but he’s dead.” Kilgore grunted and continued on. They soon engaged more hillbillies and killed them and found the circuit breaker and turned on all the lights. “No sign of the gold digger,” Mark stated. “You’d think that the gold digger was here, but it seems like she hightailed,” Alex claimed. “Stone?” “Not possible. All aircraft exiting the airspace without the codes would be shot out of the sky.” Kilgore turned to Mark. “Well, if she didn’t escape then where is sh-” He was cut off as he was jumped on by a 5’ 5” woman dressed in a goth style attire. She was holding a knife that she then embedded into Kilgore’s shoulder blade. Kilgore screamed and attempted to throw her off but she just leaped and kicked him in the back of the knees. She then pulled out the knife and stabbed him in the back more times before running at Mark, who quickly shot her with his pistol. The bullet, a .45 ACP tungsten hollow point, hit her torso and knocked her back. She crawled away into a room where it had metal doors. Mark walked over to Kilgore and crouched down checked Kigore’s pulse. A pulse, but a weak one. Mark pulled out a pack of bandages and a single syringe of the regenerative stimulant. He turned to Alex and signaled her to head to the gold digger's final position. Alex complied and went through the door to see the gold digger slumped at the wall holding a cigarette and a lighter was next to her. “Looks like you’ve finally got me,” the gold digger said. “It’s over Sydney. Give up and you’ll live. We’ll take you to where you’ll be better off.” “How about you give me a last smoke before you do that, dear.” “Fine.” Alex bent over and picked up the lighter, but the gold digger was not intending for a smoke and pulled out a knife and attempted to stab at Alex, but Alex was prepared, so she grabbed the gold digger’s arm and turned it on the demeaning succubus and forced it on the gold digger’s throat. A warm splat of the gold digger’s blood splattered on Alex as she twisted the knife, ending the life of the gold digger for once and for all. The gold digger gargled as she died, dropping a USB drive, which Alex took. After pulling out the knife, someone threw a gas canister. It rolled towards Alex, which startled her and she quickly put on her mask and pointed her gun at the direction of the canister’s origin. “Who’s there? Show yourself.” A grotesquely masked man came out with a gas mask and a holographic suppressed Bizon submachine gun. He was pointing his gun and staring at her like a Hunter looks at his prey. “Finally I meet you.” “Who the hell are you?” “I’m the Fear Keeper, the best bounty hunter in the omniverse, and I’m taking you in.” “No you’re not.” Mark appeared behind the bounty hunter and smashed the window next to the gasman and threw him out of the building. The gasman fell about 4 stories before he activated a parachute but was then hit by a passing F45 fighter that knocked him flying. Meanwhile, Mark picked up the canister and inspected it. “So who was that guy?” Alex asked. “Some bigshot bondsman? I don’t know.” They left the room and walked towards Kilgore. Mark put Kilgore on a fireman's carry as Alex pulled out her transponder to signal for exfil. By the time they headed to the helipad, a Coalition CH-148 Cyclone landed, with the helicopter door opening for their entrance. They loaded Kilgore inside before Mark took the minigun seat and Alex took the copilot seat. The helicopter lifted off. “Stone, this is Strike Team, the HVT is KIA. Mission Accomplished,” Alex commed. “Roger, head back to base for a debrief, Stone out.” As the helicopter flew away, a MQ-1 UAV fired a batch of  predator missiles, destroying the hotel and deleting the existence of the gold digger’s presence.

Or so they thought.

Somewhere in the depths of a hidden vault, Orcs milled around and tended an ominous, goo-filled vat. In it a cloned body of the same woman that Alex killed lay in it. Only thing, it wasn’t just a clone, it was an augmented clone with genetic splicing of “desirable traits”, which were derived from stolen genetic material taken from Lana, Alex and more, even Kilgore’s genes were spliced. A man in full demonic knight armor shooed away the orcs tending the vat and touched the glass. “It’s time. Open it,” he commanded. The orcs pressed several buttons and switches which started the process of unlocking and opening the vat, spilling the mysterious goo that splattered the knight and the orcs. The clone opened her eyes and saw the knight. “Welcome back, my queen.” “Andrew, is that you?” The knight took off his helmet to reveal a scarred man with white hair. “It is I, my queen. I’m alive with all the metals and jewels found in this hellhole.” “Where are we?” “A vault in Valguero, my queen.” The gold digger walked out from the vat, touching the part where in her old body she was stabbed. “Wait. I’m not dead?” “Yes. What is that you desire, my queen?” “I desire....” Her left arm started flailing randomly, cutting her out. “My queen! Use the medication on the table!” Andrew yelled, pointing at a syringe filled with a massive dose of Golden Heroin. The gold digger picked up the syringe, and injected it in her arm. This made her arm immediately stop flailing and relaxed it. “Why did my arm go like that?” she demanded. “Well, when we were growing the body, we decided to splice the redheaded woman’s DNA and Mark Johnson’s DNA with your genes. It gave you a weakened form of their abilities including increased stamina, higher firearm proficiency and higher lung capacity. but resulted in some unwanted mutations such as you having one eye being emerald, diabetes (which I don’t know how it appeared), severe alcohol intolerance and a form of motor function impairment in your left arm, causing it flailing randomly unless administered golden heroin.”  “Shit. What happened when I ‘died’?” “We lost half of Los Santos, but we’re quickly taking it back as the Coalition forces from KS have finished their tour, leaving the 6387th Division with their unreliable M16s and M14s. The Federation have captured multiple missile silos around Comod. They’ve launched multiple missiles towards Caracas and Valgureo and gonna assault Beronisk - Comod, Kashmir - Comod, Simpland, Terriana - Comod, Newer York - Comod, Verdonsk - KS, Manchester - KS, Johnsonville - KS and Mactowne - KS” “They’re gonna attack the Kliennaker States already?” “It’s going to be a big scale war, no more plain old terrorism and Comod warfare, we’ll assault the States and rule the system. It only is just the beginning...........”