Rift

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October 1, 2012 was the day the country was split. The day the President was assassinated. The day they revolted. The day The Grey made it self known.
At first they were labeled as terrorists, but as their attacks had grown more frequent it became clear they weren't. This was an insurrection. People thought they would be quashed as quickly as the appeared but they were wrong, so very wrong. This civil war has been raging on for five years. The Grey were prepared when they attacked. No loose ends. Every member had full allegiance. They were devoted to their cause.
Military action was almost useless. The rebels excelled in guerrilla warfare, leading them to victory numerous times. Before long The Grey had control over half the states. What is left of the United States goes as far as the Mississippi River.

This is thanks all to a man shrouded in mystery. He is referred to as Greycode. He is always seen wearing the same outfit. A black longcoat, cargo pants, combat boots, A wide brimmed hat, And a mask with horns and and goggles. The very few people who know who he is would take it to their grave. Many theories surround him. He is seen charging in to battle many times. So people think he could be a former soldier. He is adept in martial arts and wields two katanas as well as Desert Eagles. With that people think hes from eastern Asia. Yet the biggest factor that confuses everyone is his motive. He wants America to be free. But is it not already. Who is this man. Why would he kill innocent to bring something that is already here. What is he.


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Morning had arrived along with the intercom blasting out orders to get up. Recruits were scrambling to get clothes on. Most were trying to get out to the field while others hadn't even waken up. Sarge hated how slow the rookies were. He felt the world depended on these kids to get up. Luckily he had Allen.
Allen was the only soldier from his fire-team that wakes up gets dressed and out to the field on time. Allen was the top marksman in the camp, able to hit hit is target from 2000 meters with any gun. He has shown great leadership skills along with being a proficient strategist. The kid should be a higher rank but he keeps refusing to advance beyond Private. When asked why he simply shrugs it off.

The squads had lined up on the field standing at attention. A few of them were shifting around. These boys weren't cut for this, but they were the country's last leg. When The Grey come running, how they perform decides the fate of the Star-Spangled Banner. Each soldier on the field before him were the hopes of every man, woman, and child behind them. Sarge glanced at Allen standing at attention waiting for the agenda.

"Private Allen! Step forward" Sarge exclaimed with proper response.

Allen kept his gaze forward and addressed his superior "Sir, Yes, Sir"

"Today were sending you into the field. You will be in command of a fire-team for reconnaissance."

"Sir, permission to speak, sir"

"Granted"

"Sir, I don't believe I am fit for this position, Sir"

"To bad private, you're the best soldier here. If you were placed at a proper rank you would outrank me. Since you are a Private you still take orders from me, and you taking this mission is an order"

Allen's face was briefly stricken with bitterness but quickly returned to attention. 

"Sir, Yes, Sir"