Raymond: I... What in the world?

You see large groups of military jets, helicopters, and tanks in the distance

*Raymond goes back into the gas station

The cashier is at the counter, on his phone

{JcJenson Mercenary logs: Vernon Logan. Contract Status: Terminated for insubordination. Kill on sight}
This doesn't look like the kind of heat I'd be getting...

The cashier is wearing headphones, listening to music

*I go in and tap the cashier on the shoulder.*
Hey, uhh, was there supposed to be some kinda aircraft show today or is there something f**ked up going on?

Cashier: "Wh . . . huh?"

The cashier would walk outside.

Cashier: "HOLY SHIT, come over here!"

What? What?
*I follow the cashier.*

In the distance, massive convoys of U.S. and Canadian air and land vehicles can be seen in the distance

Holy... Shit...
*I look around.*
Are we being attacked?

Cashier: "I got a radio on the counter."

The cashier would go back inside and walk up to the radio

*I follow behind after looking back. I start thinking about what the hell is going on.*

Cashier: *Turns on the radio*

Radio: "-orces of the U.S., Canadian, and United Kingdom militaries has begun, hoping to exterminate an elite group of terrorists, know as Mercs. A full on evacuation has been issued and a Scorched Earth tactic has been authorized by the U.S. Department of Defense."

They're back. Of course they are...
*The sounds of Duke O Deaths can be heard speeding by.*
(Honestly thought it was gonna be an infection thing.)

Joshua: Medical things, I'm a medic

Well, they don't breed. The new commander has enough money to buy potentially trillions of fresh mercs. Where he gets them, I don't know. Ain't much of my problem. Until recently.

Nevada_Man: Honestly, sounds like a lame excuse to have a permanent enemy force

Eh, better than just shuffling different hostile forces at the most inconvenient times.

Nevada_Man: But then what is the point of dealing with them if they never die?

They got good shit.

Joshua: We also got good shit, just different shit

Do you have Armor Pierce firearms?

Joshua: Yes, we also have armor piercing drones

Alright, how about Diesel Flamethrowers? I had to face off Pyromaniacs that used diesel fuel to make things burn faster.

They can't detect anything

*Everyone is on full alert, radar detectors are on max level so they can detect literally everything.*

The radar detectors would start to glitch uncontrollably

Merc 1: We got a hostile invasion imminent, all MK IV Apaches take flight and lay siege to the DSF.

A small bang goes off, a merc falls dead

MK III Merc: We got a sniper, smoke em.
*A missile is fired at the presumed source of the sniper shot.*

Another bang, another merc dead, and another, and another

*MK IV Apaches are now within the area, MK IIs and IIIs are deployed, and they're heavily resistant/immune to heavy caliber headshots.*

Mercs kept falling dead. It's not a sniper.

Merc 1: Attention all personnel, we have a potential infiltration. Stick in large groups and travel safe. If you believe a Merc isn't a Merc, blow his stomach lining out.

ima just assume . . . paris

(Not in F**KIN FRANCE EITHER!)

oh

(just choose one in Texas and we'll go from there.)

Hudson

(good enough.)

It seems quiet, too quiet

*The mercs are all on high alert, and Ariel support is on max.*

They hear a high pitched whizzing sound nearby

*A mercenary Heavily Reinforced MK IV Apache starts to scan the area.*

This is my story, nuh UH

(fine then.)
*There really isn't any good info on what these mercs have, other than the Heavily Reinforced MK IV Apaches have two controllable metal plates designed to block explosions.*

Chris: Looks like our TED-HAP variant will finally be used

[Back to Vernon Logan.]
*I'm still driving, it's very late at night. I'm starting to have problems trying to stay awake.*

Chris: [R] Hello, can you read me

*I answer the radio.*
Yeah, what you want?

Chris: [R] This is Chris, commander of the DSF Golf Division

Alright, Chris. I presume you already know who I am.

Chris: [R] Yeah, guy with a key that can spawn a car

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.
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Are you for f**kin real right now?

Josh: I've been told you have valuable info on how to take these terrorists down more effectively

Well, it has been a while, and I was killed on an island by an M2 Abrams tank, but I am also the leader of mercs like myself who decided to rebel against the tyranny of killing innocent lives, so I might not know everything.

Josh: Well tell me what you do know

Alright. The MK I mercs are the weakest, but they tend to travel in the largest groups, about nine or ten at a time. Simple explosives can deal with them with ease, MK IIs are somewhat harder to kill as they're armored, but there's about five to six a group, it's more than recommended to target the RPG user at his rocket with anything ranged. And MK IIIs are the most difficult, with many calibers being completely unable to get through it, there's only two per group, one will have a minigun. And the other will have a flamethrower. If you can't get any clear shots on the gas tank of the Pyro, deal with the faceplates, they're brittle against 6-gauge Buckshot.

Josh: Tell me, is there a way to kill any level of these mercs with a better than 95% guarantee?

Sadly no. Some are extremely resistant against explosives, some can pin you down and deliver nearly 20,000-80,000 volts into your neck, and some tend to be a bomb goblin and neverending assault you with explosives from afar. And I think now they're starting to use vehicles.

Josh: Hmmmm . . . now I was told by Zach you want to know why these mercs are going after us, the DSF now, is that correct?

I want to know what they're after, if they're after you, it's probably because of the fact you're being treated as an obstruction of an order, so like any other obstruction to them, you're all being targeted.

Josh: It's something else, tell me, what do you see here.

Josh places down a metal looking briefcase

A briefcase that could potentially carry supplies, nothing, or a bomb.

A Merc Apache suddenly has its engines blown out

*The MK IV Apache barely moves and actually starts slowly repairing itself.*

You are making this tough, aren't you

(yep, because these mercs start becoming actual problems as time goes by. This is a pretty big outpost too.)

Well the DSF ain't jokin around this time

(mercs tend to have more classes, more hostility, more equal, and a lot more quantity.)

its not all about quantity my friend, but it can help

More mercs start to fall dead

*It seems that it slowly gets harder to kill off every Merc, eventually, a Merc fires an incendiary Buckshot at a DSF undercover.*

There is none, thats the thing.

Merc 4: What the hell is going on?

Jacob: You motherf**ker

Jacob would pull out a Barret M82 from . . . somewhere, and would fire at the merc, instantly exploding the head of said unfortunate merc

*The MK II Merc stumbles back, but he's bleeding From the head. I take the opportunity to execute the Merc by cutting his stomach wide open. The other mercs are just killed by my gunfire.*
Come on, we gotta go.

Jacob: I got this, see ya later.

Jacob would do something with his watch and would just disappear

Oh come on, if I would've known he could've done that from the start, I wouldn't have done all that...
*I loot the dead MK II mercs.*

Nevada_Man: That guy was me before me

Alright, I get it.

Nevada_Man: You don't want to know . . . backstory?

Not now, I gotta go.
*I pop the hoods of the Duke O Deaths for engine parts.*

Nevada_Man: You just want silence while you work?

Yeah, gotta hear the enemy.

Josh: This suitcase is a control panel that controls a fleet of heavy airships that one alone could scorch an entire country in a single hour.

And you just have it here? You do understand if word got out, you'd be mutilated beyond recognition by every damn Merc left.

Josh: Well, this isn't actually the suitcase, why would I be that stupid. But we have it at an undisclosed location I can't tell, same for the airships. But since I've told you this, you have to swear to tell nobody

I mean, I'll do what I can, but I do know people in the CVPA, they may insist on hiding it in their city. Ya'know, if you trust them.

Josh: I'd rather have it myself, no intention of being selfish, but safety concerns

Yeah, I get where you're coming from, I wouldn't trust the guy who can cut through the sun itself when he's sober as a stone.

Josh: Yeah. How about I make a deal with you.

Alright, state your deal.

Josh: There are mercs like you who have rebelled, correct?

Yeah, of all ranks follow the aid and commands of a former MK I Merc.

Zachary: F**ker . . . fine

Zach would move off the gunner seat

Zachary: Get in, quickly

*I would climb to the roof of the Humvee and hop in the seat.*
I'm ready to go.

The driver hits the gas and starts driving

So, mind telling us where we have to be?

Zachary: We are going to the FOB 20 miles from here

Alright, are we supposed to expect high hostility? These Duke O Deaths aren't something to f**k with, they pummel barricades like a Buckshot through wet paper.

Zachary: No, we got DSF units defending it, and it is far from the FOB

I'm talking about en route.

Zachary: Maybe a little, but with those aerial ships, we will be fine

A little? A little is about five Duke O Deaths, and they will most likely be waiting for us in tunnels.

no

The driver would pull out a map and would take a u-turn

(coward.)
*It's easy to leave.*

The driver would take an alternate route

*It was easy.*

lol

*A question starts to linger though. "What the hell was that convoy supposed to be transporting?" And "what the f**k happened there?"*

???: . . . not my business

*The question doesn't stop, in fact, it gets stronger as a large squad of Mercenary Armored vehicles speed to the wreck site.*

The driver would speed up to avoid confrontation

*The mercs ignore the driver.*

Zachary: Who said we would take tunnels?

There's probably been destroyed roads everywhere, they are smart, so they'll be destroying main and other roads with large explosives.

Zachary: Also there are no mountains in like a 40 mile radius. We can take off road anyways

Alright, just warn me of bumps.

Zachary: Got it

12 minutes later, they arrive at a large FOB, guarded by large white mechs.

Zachary: We are here.

*I get out of the cab and I jump off the Humvee.*
So, this is your place?

Zachary: Nope, but I'll bring it to the party host

You're very funny.
*It's clear I'm being sarcastic.*

Zachary brings him to a tent, a man wearing a pure white officer suit is at the desk.

Zachary: Here he is.

Josh: Come, have a seat.

*I sit down and I put all my weapons on safety.*
So, you called, I was picked up, What's up?

you can do it, engage the freebird solo

*I keep going, which starts to make my engine fail.*

bruh

(what? You can't push an unmodded hatchback so far so long.)

weak

(SHUT UP.)

no

*My car breaks down.*
son of a...

Lyric:

*I have to stop now.*

Joshua: Hopefully not

Oh, hey Josh. What's up?

Joshua: Nothing much. Just been deployed here

Ah. Anything new yet?

Joshua: Good news, I got a promotion recently and the DSF is pushing back the mercs effectively

Just remember: these mercs seem easy to knock down, there's basically no end to them. They'll eliminate your guys by either making your numbers hit zero, or become bullet sponges.

Joshua: Well the good thing is that our production output is greater than the rate of our losses

Alright, if you think you're ready to take on the literal non-stop big bad mercenaries, say so.

Nevada_Man: Non-stop is pushing it a bit far, there is no way the mercs have infinite troops

They have nearly infinite, at least, that's what it feels like.

oh well

bitch...
*I get out of the car and begin investigating the engine.*

lol

*I don't look around my surroundings as I investigate the damage.*

i ain't gonna scare u

*I keep looking at the engine, still paying squat diddle to my surroundings.*

engine is doing engine things

Broken...

lol

*I close the hood and I begin to ponder.*

You start to see the car more clearly

*I keep going on the gas.*

You can see it clearly now

*I start slowing down.*

The car flashes its lights 2 times

*I flash my lights as well.*

A race has begun

Oh son of a-
*I try to stay ahead, but I'm driving an unmodded hatchback, so I lose as an effect.*

The car seems to get incredibly faster

Panama Van Halen time

*I can't keep up.*

The car is going very fast, it's hard to see it

*I accelerate a bit, not putting too much pressure on the gas.*

faster

*I apply a little more pressure.*

faster

(what the alcohol says when I'm driving lmao.)
*I speed up more.*

Faster

*I put the pedal to the metal and accelerate at full rotation.*

Good.

You start to get closer to the car

*I turn to the other lane to avoid ramming the car.*

More mercs fall dead, the explosions seem to get more violent

*The mercs start fleeing to potentially a larger Mercenary Outpost.*

In a quick swoop, all the mercs in the outpost are killed. Cause of death: Explosive penetration through the skull

*Thanks to that, the outpost is now destroyed, with nothing left to salvage. Fire ravages throughout it, destroying potential info.*

Chris: TED attack successful, Target O-4C-482 eliminated, SEDs enroute to pickup location

*Suddenly, the outpost explodes, destroying everything valuable in it.*

SEDs and remaining TEDs return to an undisclosed location, where they are evaluated, inspected, and SEDs have their data extracted.

TED = Tactical Explosive Drone

SED = Strategic Espionage Drone

*The hardware was tapped clean, it seems as if there were magnets attached to the SEDs.*

Nuh uh

(yuh huh.)

Nevada_Man: Do it

I can't, it's risky.

Nevada_Man: P L O T

It's a far risk.

Nevada_Man: There will be a reward, a very good one

Name it.

Nevada_Man: Its a surprise, but it will be very useful

What kind of use will it provide?

Weapon and Equipment access

Fine.
*I decide to follow the speeding car.*

Zachary: That's exactly why we need you, you know how to take these terrorists down effectively

All that makes you guys is obstructions for them to get me. They don't want anyone else, they're just here to kill me.

Zachary: We have intel saying otherwise

Oh really? So, tell me. Who are they hunting exactly? Cause the Gas Mask Man they were hunting back on Copper-9 is dead. Who else would they want dead?

Zachary: It's not about a who, it's a what. It's classified.

I was a part of them long enough to know their objective: Kill off every last thing on Copper-9.

Zachary: Well this is earth, but we have something they want, something that will infinitely help their objective

Alright, I'll go only if you tell me.

Zachary: I can't tell you myself, but you will know when you arrive

Alright, but I'll man the gun. I know more on these guys than anyone else, so I have every right to exploit them.

guh?

*I think, and ponder, and wonder as the sun slowly dies for the night.*

wonder what

(things.)

uh huh

*I look down both ways of the road as the moon rises from its coffin to give dim light upon the world.*

emptyness

*I hang my head upwards, looking into the midnight sky.*

Jacob: Mesmerizing, right?

*I quickly grab the Neutralizer I stole off a dead MK II Merc and aim it at Jacob before realizing it's just Jacob.*
Jacob, you dick. I could've shot you in the head.

chase him

*I think on wether or not to chase him.*

*I keep thinking, as I am still in my Merc uniform, I may be mistaken for an official Merc and killed.*

take it off

[No other uniform present.]
*I can't take my uniform off as I have no other clothes on hand.*

There is a conveniently placed change of civilian clothes next to you

*I keep driving, as I don't have any armor vests or Kevlar vests to wear over civilian clothes and I can't wear my mercenary armor with custom uniforms.*

you chasin?

You see large mechs in the distance, must be DSF's

*My car hits a totaled Mercenary Duke O Death, and becomes heavily damaged.*

You hear gunfire all around

*I get out and I search the car. There's an MK II Merc dead on the ground, so I take his Equilizer, an MK II Mercenary automatic rifle, and his Neutralizer, an MK III mercenary Desert Eagle.*
The dead don't fire.

A Humvee stops by you.

Zachary (Mounted M2 Gunner): "What the hell are you doing out here?"

Trying to get off the grid.
*I'm still in my mercenary uniform, but my flag is shot out, showing that I was deemed a traitor by the other mercs.*

Zachary: This is Firewielder, we have identified a defect merc . . . copy. Okay you need to come with us for questioning.

... Why?

Zachary: All I can say is you might have information highly valuable at this time, it's not like you will make it far out there anyways due to the firefight.

Look, I've been facing these assholes years before any of this. I know how to deal with them.
*An MK II Merc rushes me, I powerslam him into the asphalt and I point-blank headshot him three times with the Equilizer, doing a bit of overkill.*
How's that tank system working out for ya, ya f**kin wuss?
*I take the MK II Merc's Protector, an MK III mercenary Shotgun.*

h

*I leave.*

time for something cooler

(okay?

Highway 95, Nevada

A 1983 Lincoln Continental Mark VI drives down the empty highway, blasting rock songs while speeding across the pavement

*There's Mercenary cruisers that are totaled, and many bodies lie mauled. Something ain't right here...*

The car keeps driving on, swiftly driving around the totaled cars with ease.

*There's eventually a line of totaled Mercenary cruisers, no way around it in a car. Just by looking over the line shows that there's no safe way to drive through ANY of it as there's wrecks choking the roads up.*

???: F**king piece of shit.

The driver would go off road, the 1983 Lincoln Continental Mark VI had a good offroad suspension so it was ready for it.

*There's not even a way off the road, concrete dividers block the path.*
(Wanna get some horror in here?)

Joshua: Mechs that make things to make more mechs, planes that release drones that could kill an entire army, suits that make you basically iron man but better

Well, just an FYI, I think that those mercs are making heavier armor.

Joshua: Well, we do have higher class weapons, we just haven't gotten the authorization to use it yet

Hopefully it can break the new Mark's armor.

Henry: Oh I tell you it will.

Joshua: General Henry! *He would salute to him*

Alright, guess you'll all see. Peace.
*I drive by.*

Henry is right

(what?)

DSF > Mercs

(https://youtu.be/E13Jwm2p2LQ?t=31)

darn

*I keep driving.*

(make something else happen.)

A helicopter passes by him

(Something like a military roadblock.)

okay, there was a DSF roadblock

*I slow down and stop.*
What the...?

A soldier would walk up to your car

Problem sir?

A large explosion is heard.

Cashier: "Holy shit!"

Radio: "The U.S. Department of Defense as also allowed the deployment of the Delta Strike Force, or DSF."

Large thruster engines can be heard from far above. A large foghorn would sound.

Well, shit, guess thats the cue to getting the f**k outta Dodge, eh?

Cashier: "Take everything you need, 100% off for the next foreseeable future" He would take some stuff and leave

Uuh- okay, f**k it.
*I decide to take a bunch of medical supplies, lots of drinks, five large Jerry Cans for gas, glass for said five Jerry Cans, and all the money in order to keep the economy flowing smoothly.*

When you walk outside, you see a huge aircraft carrier in the sky, with large wings with thrusters, you see other flying ships, this must be the DSF

If I'd had known this was gonna be more than a simple trip, I'd've packed better.
*I pull my keys out and I press one of the buttons to call the car to my location, the car pops into existence and I unload everything in the back.*
Here we f**king go again.
*I fuel the white soft top car to full, put the nozzle back for others to use, screw the cap back on, and I start driving.*

Military helicopters of all sorts fly past you

*A squad of Mercenary Duke O Deaths speed by me, not identifying me properly.*
They seem to be in a rush.

2 AH-64s rip it to shreds

*Some of the cars stop, the Mercs inside are MK IIIs, equipped with extremely heavy armor plates and mini guns. They begin to fire at the AH-64s as I 'accidentially' commit a Hit-and-run on one of them.*

Two A-10s do a strafe run on the cars, blowing up the cars

*I keep driving as the MK III mercs focus on the aerial attackers.*

Nevada_Man: "Now I'm no military engineer, but I don't think a glorified muscle car could survive a gun run from a f**king weapon of mass destruction."

(they didn't, but the MK III mercs could, since they can take 50. Just fine.)

(Bullshit, don't force me to use my aerial battleship on you)

(keep goin.)

(fine, you forced this)

A loud foghorn goes off, one of the aerial ships aim's a large gun at the group of MK III mercs, the gun fires, causing a massive explosion, leaving a crater where they stood

*My car loses control and starts to slide across the road.*

You see tank firings in the distance, jets doing bombing runs with ATG missiles

*I try to restablilize my car.*

BTW its one of the small aerial ships that fires

I said, PLOT ARMOR.

Heavy Duty Combat Mechs (HDCM) start ripping through the groups of mercs.

*The onslaught of mercenaries only get more brutal as more MK IIIs start appearing.*

(wait... Too far.)
{Pages turning.}
(That's more like it.)
*I am driving through a burning city.*

miami

*I dodge and weave through the wrecks, and I accidentally run an MK I Merc over.*

lol

(have something else happen.)

A jet flies past him above mach 1 speed

*I don't stop driving.*