Ever since the Arctic ambush we've been laying low...since the unknown threat has escaped .The masters have settled in South America and have gained Massive city's that focus mainly on Business and Economy,just as long as their not bothering us.
Lately the world factions have squabbled up a large military industrial movement,factory's and Fortress's are widespread across the globe. That means more merc work... Which means more cash. We've already been asked to do another mission In the Amazon rain forest to destroy a local Machine factory.
As long as the weapons aren't activated then well be straight. There's no photographers here,the last time was only because were beginner's. Now were considered sophomores in a game of death. No Miguel quotes or reciting this time.
Its hard...every time I see a copter I think of Miguel and how fast he died. He died for us and all of us,even though there were a lot more pilots at the time. Every one that died died for freedom from the harsh Masters...
At least we are free...from Control. Free from slave labor,and common mistreatment from soldiers. Our city is still being rebuilt. Floating debris from ships and bomb shrapnel are already a problem. We need money to rebuild our once great city from the clutches of war...
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FanfictionTimes ups and its now or never...I wish although I wish it was never