Down With The Traitors, Up With The Stars

Chapter 11: More Work To Do

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Location: Washington D.C., United States Of America
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A Dome was built around the portal as Military vehicles were seen everywhere. A temporary lockdown was ordered in areas near the portal.

With the truth in Surface, President Kirkman can watch silently out of the White House with Southerners protesting to make peace with the Confederation. US National Guard guarding the area as Kirkman glances down silently.

A general enters the Oval Office.

"Mr. President...The First Casualties from day one just arrived."

The General says as Kirkman nods silently.

"I wish to speak with their families, to express my gratitude and sorrow for the loss of those men and women."

The general nodded and was about to leave before the General stopped.

"Sir, if I may...What should we do about the rescued slaves, Resistance Fighters, and Refugees? We can't house them there due to multiple complications."

Kirkman pauses looking at the Family Photo of his Family.

"...Bring them to ours."

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Location: London, Former United Kingdom
Evan's POV
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I eat my MRE, Sitting down on some sandbags as I watch Reinforcement arrive. Beside me was Spook, or should I say Hannah as she explains the plan.

"Our team we'll pull back to Washington and head to the Portal at New Jersey, the Portal leads to Alaska. There we'll conduct operations behind enemy lines."

She says as I nod, taking a bite of the MRE. As I take a spoonful of MRE into my mouth, I glance at Hannah who was looking away as I got the chance to get a good look at her.

(the picture hitman had of Hannah was only the gear)

She had short redhead Hair, Blue eyes, She was around my age as I glance at her rolled-up sleeves as I spotted a 75th Ranger tattoo on her arm. A couple of scars on her arms and a scar across her cheek.

"You're a Ranger?"

I ask her as she nods as she talks with her mouth full.

"Yoop, Rahers led da wae."

She says as I chuckle as she swallows her food, chuckling.

"Yup, Rangers lead the way."

She repeated herself more clearly as she glances at me. She seemed to be quiet. Before she could say anything, Johnny came out of nowhere tossing me something.

"Looks what I found from a POW."

He said as I realized it was a News Paper as I read the heading.

"'Resistance Fighter leader of New York is identified as...Marilyn Monroe.'"

I say out loud as below was a picture of her holding a Bazooka.

I chuckle slightly.

"Can't wait to see where that leads."

I say as I toss the Newspaper back to Johnny as he grabs it. I glance at Hannah who was finishing up her MRE As I notice a smudge of sauce on her cheek.

"Hey, Spook."

I motion to her cheek as she notices it as she wipes it as I caught a glimpse of something on her wrist.

"Thanks, I'll prep for our leave."

She says as I nod, she stands up and walks away as Johnny sits next to me.

"You do realize she was eying you when I gave you that paper right?"

He asked me as I look at him confused.

"What do you mean? Besides, who the fuck would see me as attractive?"

I ask him as Johnny chuckles.

"Women like a guy in a Uniform, especially Marines."

He says as I simply backfire with.

"Then why are you still single?"

He turned quiet.

"Touchè."

We both laugh as I spot an A French Girl eying Johnny.

"Your Eight O'Clock, your own your own."

I told him as I leave him with the French Girl as I walk to our tent to get ready to leave for New Jersey.

As I enter the tent, I quickly did a 180 and walked out from what I saw.

"Yup, that's gonna bite me in the ass."

I say, blushing as I waited outside the tent. Hannah walked out of the tent, wearing a new pair of clothing.

"Yeah...Sorry."

I say quickly before entering the tent. I breathe a sigh of relief that I wasn't gonna die as I grab my Bags.

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Location: Siberia, Occupied Soviet Union
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Russian Resistance Fighters we're seen camping in the Snowy Siberian Forest, tired and Cold as a Female Resistance fighters walk away from the camp to look for any wildlife to hunt for food.

She looks around, clothing a mosin in her hand as she looks around for anything.

As she continues, she falls to her knees, obviously sick from the lack of food, medical supplies, and water As she breathes weakly.

Her vision was about to go out before she notices a box in front of her.

She quickly shouldered her Mosin with the strength she had left to see no one, she slowly opens the box to see food, medical supplies, and water. All in front of her were trees and a bush

"(W-What?)"

She says as she was unaware of the team of Ghillied US Special Forces serving as scouts.

She quickly drinks the water, downing the bottle as the Sniper stayed still as he was right in front of her as he tried to slow his breathing.

She drinks two more bottles enjoying every sip as she places her hand on the ground only to feel something metal. She looked down at her hand in confusion and grabbed it, it was some sort of metal rod covered in shrubs.

Before she could investigate further, she quickly remembered her camp as she grabs the box and walks back to her camp.

"...At least they got our gift."