the Fur Riots- Completed! by Snow-Pawz

the Fur Riots- Completed!

Snow-Pawz, Gore, Guns, M/F, Riots, killing

i have to apologise- i understand that many of you put down your interest in this stroy of mine that was my first multi-character undertaking which many were the fursonas of the users that came forward and placed their characters into my paws.

now i have placed this in 'extreme' only because of the obsene amount of gore, blood, shooting and other cool things that i had decided to slap in.

i am forever grateful of the people who gave me their characters. thank you and i hope you enjoy.

the Fur Riots.

by Snow-Pawz (formally known as HyFuR112)

I looked to the side suddenly drawn by the screams of a girl, to see a hapless woman who looked about 19 being dragged screaming and fighting down an alleyway, by a group of murderous furs. Several tear gas grenades sailed thought the air and clattered across the ground only a few metres away from me. Tear gas pouring out of them, I covered my eyes and ran forward, it was a war zone, the fur riots had torn up the city. Police dressed in riot gear, with transparent shields emblazoned with police in black lettering on the front. Were lined up, doing their best to hold back the angry and murderous crowd.

Bricks and Molotov cocktails were hurled at the line of police officers, a brick hit a cop in the head, knocking him to the ground, furs rushed forward they grabbed the injured officer and pulled him back towards the mob.

The officer screamed as the mob of furs ruthlessly beat the wounded officer with bricks and metal poles. The furs stripped the officer of his body armour, shield and weapons. The officer was then grabbed, stripped of his clothing and then publicly violated right there in the street, in full view of the line of riot police.

Cheers and yells of encouragement came from the furs as they milled around the officer. Several had dressed themselves with the stolen weapons and armour, and they attacked the line of officers, and they broke though, more and more furs gushed though the hole, only to be beaten back by something even harder to beat than a single line of determined riot police...

....The National Guard.....

The pinned down and outnumbered police, must have called in the National Guard to give assistance. And it came in the form of several APCS and even an M1A3 Abrams main battle tank.

I watched as the furs that only minutes earlier, had done a suicide run into and eventually though the police line. Had retreated, under fire from rubber bullets, and smoke and tear gas grenades.

I grabbed a nearby fur, one of the many that ran though the line, "what the fuck is happening!!?" the fur looked at me in the eyes and replied with a yell, trying to yell over the din. "Those human fuckers, brought in the fucking National Guard, they have APCs and even a Motherfucking tank! We need some heavy weapons to take them out! Follow me" the fur dashed off, back though the crowd, with me following closely behind.

We ducked into a alleyway and the fur pulled a tarp of a pile of crates, to reveal, several drab olive crates with military stencilling on them, I quickly recognised the stencilling. Inside the crates were one man shoulder launched rocket launchers, also known as SMAW launchers. The fur didn't hesitate as he produced a crowbar and pried open the crates.

I grabbed a SMAW Launcher, and hefted up and placed it on my shoulder. I saw several assault rifles, sub machine guns and a whole array of other weaponry; I bent down and grabbed an MP-7 with several clips of ammo.

Now, how did all of this happen, why is there pandemonium in the streets and why is the National Guard being deployed to keep back waves upon waves of angry and murderous furs?

Well, by the time that this tale started the riots were in full swing, for three days earlier. Furs were being heavily discriminated against. Large companies were lying off their fur staff, and hiring more and more human staff in place of the furs. The government started taking out furs out of high level positions and replacing them with humans instead. Naturally this caused a lot of ill stirrings within the fur community and as large numbers were being fired from their jobs and cast onto the streets.

A fanatical group staged a protest, thousands of angry furs and even non furs who were affected by the mass entrenchment of furs. Descended upon city hall, calling for justice and a fair go, it was a semi peaceful protest, with the furs making banners and signs calling for justice. All the while yelling at the top of their lungs a chant, Familiar to protests. What do we want? A fair go! When do we want it? Now!

Soon the protest had ended up outside of the city hall and a spokes fur stood up and started to stoke the feelings of the assembled furs. Everything was peaceful and the chanting was going strong.

That was until several squads of police arrived dressed in full riot gear and started to "disperse" the assembled crowd..... With extendable batons, smoke and tear-gas grenades.

The "dispersing" of the assembled crowd, ended with many furs being admitted into hospital with various degrees of injuries, ranging from broken bones, concussion and cuts and bruises right up to severe internal bleeding, bleeding onto the brain and organ failure.

Now in the defence of their actions the police that "dispersed" the protest claimed that the orders for the "dispersion" of the crowd came from "higher up" but when an investigation was started there was no evidence that any person or persons that held high power positions ordered the "dispersion" of the crowd.

This caused an uproar in the fur community, now they wanted blood, and blood they shall get as the leaders of the protest said, so they made a new protest, but this one was going to start a riot.

And that happened exactly three days and nights ago. And right now the riots are still going. Now back to the tale.

Before I dashed off to take out the APCs the Fur who leads me to the arms cache came with me, into a full business building. The humans inside were angry and wanted our blood, but their blood lust quickly evaporated once we both produced our guns. As the fur was getting his weapons organised, I grabbed an extra MP-7, two desert eagles and a few grenades, smoke and even three white phosphorus grenades as well that I placed in my black webbing vest.

I brandished my two mp-7s in hands, the office workers hid behind pot plants and any other cover they could find. My fellow fur, now that I had a clear look at him turned out to be a Black Panther whose name was Zach.

As we quickly exchanged names, "Name's Snow, nice to meet you" Zach replied "Name's Zach, pleasure."

I ran towards a nearby elevator and Zach joined me, there was a commotion at the entrance way of the office building. Several heavily armed soldiers from the National Guard came storming though the large glass doors, guns up. I didn't hesitate, I took my phosphorus grenades, removed the pins and let go of the handles, I then rolled them though the doors of the elevator and out onto the ground floor reception area, they clattered across the polished floor, the exploded, out came the white phosphorus, everyone on the ground floor, started to scream as the phosphorus made contact with the skin and started to burn.

The elevator doors closed and it rose to the top level, Zach turned and arched his eyebrows at me. "Phosphorus grenades?" he asked, looking at me. I shrugged and responded "they deserved it"

Zach nodded and that was all what we said to each other until we hit the second highest office level, the doors opened, we both snapped our guns up, all of the office workers turned to see who was coming out of the elevator. We found ourselves inside the typical office layout; there were hundreds of small cubicles spread out in front of us. Each one was with computers and occupied by office workers.

The office workers grabbed anything that could be classed as a weapon and came towards up, We both opened fire dropping several of the human office workers, we slowly advanced down the corridor. Zach made several quick field signals with his paw. I nodded and moved.

I moved quickly down a nearby corridor. I was greeted by even more cubicles.... and even more office workers, I crouch-ran down the corridor, all the while being pelted by paper weights, books and staplers, I rolled and spun around. I opened fire. The dual MP-7s clattered loudly in my hands, the office workers that were attacking me, they convulsed as the hail of bullets hit them. Some of the worker's heads exploded like tins of tomato soup covering a printer and the surrounding walls with blood. The other workers had their chests reduced to pulp; their bodies hurled backwards several metres.

I turned back and ran down the corridor, I paused for a second and reloaded my MP-7s, chik! chik! I froze; I looked around, to see an overweight man, holding a matte black pump action shotgun.

"You're gonna die Mother Fucker!" he yelled, holding the shotgun with one hand and levelling it me. I quickly rolled to the side, and into a cubicle. A second later there was a loud boom! And a dinner size plate hole appeared in one wall of the cubicle. "Come on you fur fucker! Let's dance" the man yelled, to which I responded as I holstered my MP-7s and drew my twin Desert eagles. "Yeah sure, lets boogie, you fat fuck!" I yelled, as I poked my desert eagles though the hole in the cubicle wall.

I saw the guy with the shotgun standing still on the top of a flight of stairs, scanning for movement, looking for me. He saw me and shucked his shotgun, pumping another shell into the chamber. The man levelled the shotgun at me, I fired my twin Desert eagles.

Blam!

One round hit home, the other when higher, his neck literately blew open as I swiftly doubled tapped the man. His head exploded like a balloon filled with blood and brains. I grimaced, i got up holstered my Twin Eagles and upholstered my MP-7s and ran off to find Zach. I ran into coming down the hallway that I ran down and shot dead several office workers.

Zach took a look at the workers and grimaced "you really like to make a mess, don't you?" It did not take him long to see the headless figure of the man that I killed only a few minutes earlier.

To this sight Zach grinned, "Wow, nice shots, I guess that you never miss?"

At Zach's comment I laughed and nodded "yeah something like that," I grabbed the matte black shotgun, and quickly followed Zach, as we headed towards the stairs that led up to the top floor.

I reloaded the shotgun as we ran up the stairs. We hit a second open plan reception area, except that this reception was filled with very angry and armed executives. We tried to push though into the reception. But we continued to be pushed back into the stairwell.... I took my smoke grenades from my webbing and tossed one of them to Zach, who caught it easily.

"On three" I said, Zach nodded

"One"

"Two"

"Three"

We both pulled the pins on the grenades at the same time and tossed them though the door, they rolled across the floor. The room quickly filled with thick white-grey smoke, the executives now blind due to the smoke decided that filling the air with lead and covering the carpeted floor with spent brass was a better tactic than waiting until the smoke cleared.

Bullets were flying all around us, large chunks of concrete was falling from the wall opposite the open stairwell door, smoke was quickly starting to fill the stairwell, I could barely see Zach.

Sounds of many different guns going dry and the loud rapid-fire clicking, told us that the trigger happy executives had ran their guns dry. We leaned around and saw in the lingering smoke the dark shapes of the executives reloading their weapons. We returned fire, several of the executives fell, vicious return fire, made us duck back into our safe stairwell.

We both knew that both sides could not keep us this stalemate, I pulled out a fragmentation grenade from my webbing, and my look on my face said it all time to blow this party. Zach grinned and signalled for me to throw him one of the fragmentation grenades. I threw him the one that I had in my hands, Zach caught it with ease.

I removed another from my webbing, we both readied the grenades for release, "FIRE IN THE HOLE!" I yelled as we both simultaneously pulled the pin and released the spoon on our grenades, and we threw them in the direction of the executives.

BOOM!

The grenades went off with shocking force, both me and Zach peeked around the corner, the ceiling of the reception was ripped to shreds, pipes and overhead lighting hanged uselessly, the lights flickering. The grenades had a even more deadly effect on the executives, their chests and faces reduced to a bloody pulp.

We entered the reception purposefully, we both strode towards the main desk, I paused as I heard a pitiful whimpering sound coming from behind the desk, I walked around it....

...to find a frightened executive dressed in a suit and cradling a G11 in his hands, he saw me and raised the G11 at me, I froze, waiting for the loud bang and everything to be suddenly black.

Click! The gun was dry. I grabbed the executive in a one handed choke hold. I easily lifted him off the ground, and the executive started to struggle, kicking desperately.

I slammed him onto the desk, I upholstered one of my desert eagles, I pressed the barrel into the centre of the man's forehead, and the smell of shit filled the air. I looked up and Zach, "little rat fucker just shat himself." I said, still pressing the gun into the man's forehead.

The Executive started to babble in fear, "p-p-please let me go!! I don't want to die!!!! "PLEASE LET ME GO!" I had enough of the man's babbling, I grabbed the man and dragged him by the collar to a nearby glassed in office, I lifted my desert eagle and fired.

Blam!

The glass shattered and I walked forward, not missing a beat I continued towards the large glass window, the building was only about 20 storeys high. It did not matter to me.

"do you want to fly you little cunt?" I asked, the man shook his head vigorously he started to babble again. "wrong answer" I replied and I threw him out of the window, the man screamed all the way down, I turned and walked back to Zach who was waiting for me. He did not say anything as we headed towards the helipad; we hit the heli-pad together, only to be hit by a barrage of M16A4 and M4A4 fire. "Fuck, we got National Guardsmen. Help me take them out" Zach said bitterly as we both took cover in under a metal staircase. We both busily reloaded all of our weapons, slamming home fresh clips; I was busy feeding black Shotgun shells that had a peculiar Orange band around them. ' bull stoppers' as they were called, they packed a much bigger punch than hollow point rounds or any other specialised shotgun slug.

This is because 'bull stoppers' are gas-expanding rounds meaning that they expand once they are inside the target, not when they hit. Guaranteeing kills.

I also loaded the Orange banded 'bull-stopper' rounds into the Mp-7's, desert eagle and the MP5K that I retrieved from the executive that I threw out of the window. I was ready, I looked over at Zach, who gave me a curt nod, but before we could move, the National Guards men that were positioned on the heli-pad came crashing down the metal staircase.

I fired at the guardsmen, and the result was messy, as I was positioned in behind the staircase I hit the first guardsmen whose chest exploded outwards, the second, third and fourth men took rounds though their calves, Muscle and bone was sprayed across the ground and onto the metal staircase.

The last man who had saw what happened to his squad mates seconds before, took a position at the top of the staircase. I reloaded my MP-7s, and emerged from behind the staircase; I decided to nail the men that had their calves blown apart. I let rip with an extended burst, soaking the ground with blood and covering myself in gore and blood.

I took a last look at the carnage that I caused and headed up the staircase, guns up.....right into the crosshairs of the waiting Guardsman , needless to say I quickly found myself staring down the barrel of the Guardsman's M16A4.

My Two MP-7s clattered to the ground as I dropped them, the G11, matte black shotgun and the SMAW launcher quickly followed.

Blam!

The Guardsman's head suddenly exploded in a red mist, I turned to see Zach holding one of my Desert Eagles in his paws, smoke lazily drifting out of the barrel.

"Thanks for the save" I said slightly shaken, I quickly grabbed my gear.

"No problem, now let's see what we can do about those APCs." Came the calm reply.

We ran towards the edge of the Helipad, we had a full view of the Police line, that was on the verge of breaking, the APCs were firing smoke grenades out of their launchers, so was the Abrams tank. I saw an S-70A Black Hawk, hovering like an angry bird, two men with M4A4 carbines with M203 40mm grenade launchers underslung with red dot sights. Hung out of the wide open doors, firing rubber rounds into the large mob below, they were also firing Tear gas cylinders out of the M203s. The S-70A came under heavy fire, from debris that littered the streets. Bricks bounced off the sides, the men fired hard, and one man was struck in the head with a masonry brick, knocking him out of the hold of the helicopter.

I readied the Launcher, lifted it to my shoulder, and depressed the trigger.

Whoosh!

A single finger of white smoke shot out of the tube, the missile hit the asphalt, dirt and chunks of road, came raining down, creating a large crater in the road.

Zach, fired his launcher seconds later, the missile struck a shopfront, sending glass and fire outwards.

"FUCK!!!" I said, swinging the empty tube in anger. Zach looked at me "we have to go, before the APC's and the tank can find were the shots came from. We go the same way that we went before" he said as he headed down the metal staircase.

We burst though a fire escape door, we ran though the deserted office, a scream stopped us in our tracks, we turned to find who the owner was, " it came from over here" I said walking carefully towards a office that's door was closed, on the front was Brian Richards, Deputy Manager. In big black lettering, I held the now empty SMAW tube like a baseball bat, ready to brain anyone who tried to attack.

The door was flung open, barely dressed middle aged man appeared, who could only be Brian Richards.

"What the fuck..." was all that the man could say before I swung the tube right into his face, the tube made a sicking crunch sound as it made contact with his face.

"Surprise" I replied to the unmoving figure of Brian Richards. I threw the launcher onto the ground and my jaw dropped in horror at the scene that was in front of me.

Girls and young women, all of them naked and tied up, were in the office on the man who had the encounter with my Launcher. Their eyes displayed utter fear and horror.

I took off my combat webbing, placing in on the ground with Zach warily standing behind me finger hovering over the trigger of his stolen M4A4 carbine.

I grabbed my combat knife and unsheathed it, slowly walking towards the line of hapless girls, knife in hand. I silently cut the ropes that bound the girls and women.

"Go find clothes, don't come back." With that I turned and mentioned for Zach to follow, I then found myself staring (again) down the barrel of a gun, this time it was held by a large Siberian wolf, who was dressed in matte black military fatigues, black combat boots, black Kevlar vest, and gunmetal gray shin, forearm and thigh armour.

"Who are you?" the Siberian Wolf growled, his tone stone cold.

"I am Snow, and this is Zach." I said, motioning to Zach who stood behind me.

The wolf nodded and lowered the gun slightly; he put a claw to his ear and spoke.

"CARBON 14 this is CARBON 7"

"I have made contact with one black Panther and a Snow Leopard"

"Okay, we are coming, open fire when in range. Out" the wolf withdrew his claw, and looked at us both, he holstered his gun.

"It looks like there is a platoon sized squad of National Guards are converging onto this office building, you do something to cause that?" said the Siberian Wolf looking at me with cold and piercing eyes. I nodded and hefted my G11 in my large paws.

The National Guard unit moved swiftly, they ran though the ground level heading towards a stairwell.

Blam!

One of the members of the unit fell, dead with a clean headshot, the rest of the unit scattered towards cover, looking around the ground level entrance way they saw nothing that gave away the shooter's position.

Then all hell broke loose, the hidden sniper fired again, another clean headshot, while I dived with a Snow leopard's natural grace and I rolled, returning fire and giving the sniper time to move to a different position, the Siberian Wolf and Zach, returned fire, covering me while I dashed across the open ground and slid in and behind the main reception desk.

The remaining members of the National Guard Unit, fought back desperately, firing hard. But they numbers were dwindling of forty men that rushed forward only about six men were left standing,

I took aim at one of the men, and fired the rounds hitting him in the chest and making his body dance, the man fell to the ground his M4A4 firing. Sending rounds flying in every direction, the last four men fell, with the fifth surrendering. We all came out from our respective cover and mingled around the man who had his hand on his head and was kneeling on the floor.

"Stand" the Siberian wolf said to the National Guard man, the man stood still with his hands on his head. The Siberian wolf un-holstered his sidearm, raised it and without a moment's hesitation shot the man once straight in the face. The man's face turned to pulp as his body went limp and crumpled on the ground with a splat.

The wolf holstered his side arm and walked toward the sniper, only now I had a good look at the sniper....

The sniper was a human woman, dressed in the same garb as the Siberian wolf. They hugged and gave each other a kiss. They broke the kiss and faced us, several questions formed in my mind but Zach beat me to asking them.

"Who are you two?" he asked breathlessly.

"We are Mercenaries, for who is not a question you should not ask, our employer is also something that you should not ask about. My Name is Nikolai Boroklav, Call sign 'CARBON 7' and this is Natascha Obrev, Call sign 'CARBON 14' before you ask, that kiss we saw and we shared with each other is because we are currently going out with each other. Now any other questions before we all leave this building?" Nikolai asked Zach and I. We both stood there silently, shocked at the sudden explanation.

"No? Good let's get out of this building and join the riot." Nikolai said as we ran outside and back into the mayhem of the riot.

While we were in the building the crowd had pressed forward and were now assaulting a building that a scientific research facility....which must have been really important because the remaining national guard units had barricaded themselves inside and had made a frontal assault on the facility suicidal, this was clearly displayed by the shot up bodies of furs that lay in various proximity to the entrance.

We arrived just as the furs were throwing bricks and anything they could lay their paws and hands on, including an LAV 25 APC, which was parked near a small group of furs that seemed to be running the riots. We immediately headed over to the small group that was assembled near the armoured car.

We entered the group quietly, while everyone was talking to each other loudly and desperately trying to formulate a plan of action, everyone in the group fell silent once they noticed my presence in the circle.

I silently regarded the small group, there was an arctic fox that was slim but still rippling with muscle, the fox had loose fitting Disruptive pattern cargo pants, no shirt on, brown tinted polarised Oakey sunglasses and with a bandanna tied to one of his biceps, to top it all off he worn a stolen Police Kevlar vest and black combat boots. There was a lion with dressed in a pair of dark olive cargo pants, with a green shirt, and on it was the John Deere logo, but someone modified the logo so that the jumping buck was humping a doe. In big yellow lettering below it was the words: Oh Deere.

The rest of the group was made up of armed red foxes, humans and even a badger.

Nikolai, it seemed was our entourages spokes-fur, he took a step forward and asked the group, "you need some assistance in opening the door?" he asked calmly addressing the group with a firm voice.

This statement caused the group to erupt again in argument, fed up with getting Nikolai's question getting nowhere, I stepped forward, baring my teeth and letting a short burst rip out of my G11.

The arguments ceased at once, "if you continue squabbling then you will gain no ground and all of the rioters that you seemed to lead will cease to exist. Now do you need to gain access to this facility or not? Because we are offering assistance, but if you do not want it then we will go ahead by ourselves and take the facility." I motioned with a hand to Nikolai, Natascha and Zach, all of whom glared in silence at the squabbling group.

Nikolai retreated and whispered to me in a quiet voice "I do not know who you are, but I am glad to be with you, so does Natascha. We do not give respect out blindly, we do not trust you now, but let us see if we can become comrades in the future, eh?" I nodded in response.

I pointed at the Arctic fox and the lion with the John Deere shirt, "you two come with us, we are going in to the facility, and the rest of you cover us while we go around the side." The group nodded, the lion and the fox joined our small entourage.

We set off quickly, heading for one of the side entranceways into the facility. There was a high chain-link fence topped with razor wire that blocked off our progress, without faltering Natascha crouched in front of the fence, produced a spray can and sprayed a small arc onto the fence, immediately afterwards the fence started to smoke. She gripped the fence and the small arc came apart from the fence, creating a small hole for us to gain access though.

We swiftly entered and soon found an emergency exit for us to use, I kicked it open,

"Too easy"

We entered the facility proper, and immediately the two Mercenaries took command.

"Spread out and check those corners, let's go" Natascha said in a whisper.

We all moved silently in a crouch position with our various guns held up and ready to fire.

A Guardsman turned the corner at the far end of my hallway, I did not hesitate,

Bang!

My G11 spewed forth a hail of rounds, bullets impacted all around the guardsmen as he brought his gun around, more bullets hit him in the chest and neck dropping him.

The gun in his hand went off as he fell.

Bang!

I instantly ducked around the gun when off, the Lion besides me wasn't so lucky, several of the rounds hit him squarely in the chest. Sending the lion flying backwards with his arms flailing.

"Oh shit" I said as the lion slide across the floor, large bullet holes in his shirt.

I ran over to the lion, he was alive....thanks to several glancing blows and a hidden Kevlar vest.

Three men ran around the corner, all armed with M16A4's with M203 grenade launchers underslung and barrel flashlights attached. They raised their weapons.....

Three combat knives whistled though the air, hitting all three squarely in the chest.

Natascha, stood posed, she looked at us lying on the floor,

"Come on, get up and go" she said, surging forward with Nikolai at her side, leaving Zach, the lion and me standing there, we followed quickly, leaving the Arctic fox as a rear guard.

Natascha and Nikolai stacked up just before a blind corner; we wordlessly joined the stack ready to charge around the corner and support the two ruthless mercenaries. Nikolai pulled a flash- bang out of his combat webbing, and quickly pulled the pin and released the spoon. He threw it quickly underarm at an angle to the far wall. It hit the wall and clattered out of sight; we covered our ears and shut our eyes tightly.

Flash! Bang!

We all surged around the corner, before I even blink, the two Mercs dropped the two heavily armed guards who stood watch over a single door in the hallway, we continued down until we hit the door way, Nikolai did not hesitate, he stepped back, pulled his silenced Beretta 92Fs out of its holster, and shot the lock on the door twice, he then kicked the door open to reveal....

.... A frightened Grey fox cowering in a corner of a very modern and highly equipped lab. We spread out in a loose fan shape, searching for any other people who were in the lab.

"Clear!" Zach called, as we regrouped on the petrified grey fox, only now did we all have a good look at the fox, who was wearing a clean, pressed and starched lab coat. Nikolai looked down at the frightened Lab-coat wearing fox; he grabbed the scientists arm and hurled him up off the ground. "Are you Doctor Valos?" Nikolai asked the fox, who nodded.

"Good, then you are coming with us, transport is on the way." Nikolai said, hauling the doctor out of the door. Zach, the lion and I were now really confused, but Natasha quickly explained that they both wanted us to come with them, we all reluctantly agreed, Quickly forming a box formation around Nikolai and the doctor, we headed towards the barricaded entrance.

We were about twenty to twenty five metres away, when the barricade exploded inwards, National Guard units were thrown backwards, their chests turned to pulp.

When the hail of bullets ceased, we rushed forward, and out of the entrance of the facility, to see a matte-black CH-53 Super stallion, it's minigun door guns blazing, spend casings covering the floor of the Blackhawk's interior and scattering on to the road, The two mercs did not hesitate.

They rushed forward towards the helicopter, we followed covering them as they did, the rioters turned on us, throwing rocks and coming towards us with baseball bats and machetes.

We all dived into the hold of the Super Stallion, which jumped into the sky the instant we were secured, Both starboard and port mini-guns blazing I looked at Natasha as she grabbed a nearby first aid kit, removed a hypodermic needle and injected the doctor with something. The doctor fell unconscious.

The Blackhawk flew fast out of the city, which glowed with an eerie golden glow from the fires that raged out of control.

I looked out at the city as the Super Stallion roared away, and I silently knew that it would only be a matter of time till I will be back in the city.

Several Years later- Parabellum organization's Swiss mountain European HQ

It had been several years since the fateful riots that occurred in the city, the CIA, NSA, FBI, National Guard, Secret service, INTERPOL. All wanted Zach, the Lion (who I now know as Coutzy) Myself, Natascha and Nikolai for a whole range of crimes that occurred in the riots...

There were many eyewitnesses to the crimes, but when they were going to in front of a judge and tell what they saw, they either withdrew their information at the last minute or met a grizzly end....

When the Super Stallion landed, the Parabellum organization saw the potential in us, and gave us an offer that we could not refuse, become a merc, or be handed to the authorities....

When proposed with that type of offer, the choice was easy, Zach, Coutzy and I all became Mercs, and we are damn good at our jobs, we work in a team, a damn good one at that as well, we are nearly always placed with Nikolai and Natascha....

And work is good!!!!

To be continued?

thank you to everyone who could make this possible:

_ Joe-2-0 _

_ masterfox221 _

_ Vampire Panther _

_ menelick _

_ Coutzy _