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OOC: He’s a friendly… trust me. Major, major friendly.

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“Shine brightest in the west.” Agent York laughed slightly as he held out his hand to the pilot. “No worries, pilot. We’re all friends here.” York looked around for a moment before gesturing to the rest of his team. “This is the rest of Alpha Seven. Sorry we don’t have time for better introductions, but time is short.” Nodding to two of the men, York smiled again at Ming. “Two of my men will escort you back to Imperial territory. Our government will then ensure your safe passage back to China.”

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Heavy street to street fighting dominated Syracuse, Rochester, and Buffalo. Loyalist troops had surrounded each of the cities and were pounding the separatists from all sides. Thermal imaging on the helicopters and AC-130s proved to be especially helpful, as troops moved to clear the cities, building by building. As the onslaught went on, civilian and professional resistance dwindled.

Buffalo and Rochester surrendered within hours of each other. It took another three days of intense fighting in Syracuse, where they fought to the last man, but eventually the northern separatist territory was safely back in Imperial hands.

Troop presence remained high to make sure that it stayed that way.

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Georgia had fallen quickly. Upstate York and Florida were the main bastions of support for Harland, and with York gone, all resources rapidly shifted southward.

Thanks to the Chinese bombings, forces rapidly pushed southward to the I-40 corridor. In the Ocala National Forrest, troops encountered heavy resistance, slowing their progress. Those loyal to Harland were now packed in tightly, and the swampy and marshy terrain of Florida was going to make the advance slower.

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Ahead of the advance, York and his team, now comprised of him and eight others, took stealth helicopters south under the cover of darkness. One advantage these troops had was that they knew the defenses they were dealing with, they knew the lapses in coverage and how to approach certain targets.

Like Fort Central.

Coming in low from the north and buzzing over a broken wall, the team inserted themselves onto the roof of the main section of the fort. They had a mission. It was time to execute it.

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60 paratroopers, led by Agent Tex herself, sat silently on a cargo plane. Their mission: drop in right on top of Michael Harland in the Irish base, arrest him, take control of the base, and force the surrender of the base itself. She knew they would do that or die trying.

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OOC: Theme music for this part of the post: [url="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xoVwxqoSZDM"]Red Army - Two Steps From Hell[/url]

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"Time over target, two minutes. Get ready for a rough drop, troopers. The Irish base hasn't responded to the Emperor's calls."

"Roger that, pilot. Thanks for the update." Tex turned to the rest of the troops in the plane. "Mount up! We've got one shot at this!" As they approached, the tail of the plane opened up. They could barely see anything, most of the lights were out as Harland's troops had directed almost all electricity out of the north and south of the state to continue powering their strongholds.

"Godspeed, Tex." Tex flashed the airman and thumbs up and then leapt out of the back of the plane. The first ten after her would be her special forces team, and then following them would be the other fifty paratroopers. The lights were on at the Irish base... figured. Tex's GPS began beeping as she picked up Harland's location. Her team was to land right on top of his building, fight their way in, and capture him. The other fifty were supposed to cause chaos and confusion among the 10,000 Irish troops and attempt to clear an LZ for the chopper that was following. Air support was on the way, but some hidden AA guns from Harland's forces near the Florida border had slowed them down.

At 5,000 feet, her chute opened, allowing her to begin to maneuver towards the building Harland was in. It was the building in the central part of the base, which would make this all admittedly more difficult to get him out, but they had a mission and would execute it.

She and her team landed on the roof, along with another ten paratroopers. They got out of their chutes quickly, leaving them on the roof. Two troopers set C4 charges on the roof, standing back as they blew holes. Tex was one of the first ones down, firing her weapon as she caught a number of the Irish forces inside the base off guard. She ducked behind a desk as more of her troopers came down the hole, one falling from his rope, a gaping bullet wound in his side. He didn't move once he hit the floor.

The fire quickly picked up as the Irish began realizing what was happening. Fire outside of the base picked up as well. A few explosions around the base were heard, but Tex was only worried about inside. Using a combination of withering cover fire, flashbangs, and lethal grenades, she and the rest of her forces pushed forward. Resistance was heavy, but they had caught the Irish off guard in the middle of the night.

Outside, the remaining forty troops were horribly outnumbered, but causing as much damage and havoc as they possibly could.

Tex's GPS told her she was only meters from where Harland was... which made sense because there was a contingent of twenty heavily armed Irish troops holed up in front of a room, and there was no dislodging them. Both sides were taking casualties, a bullet even tore through the outer layer of Tex's uniform, when a voice came over the loudspeaker of the building.

"Irish soldiers... stand down. They have come for me and for me alone. There is no reason for you all to die merely to save me. They will get me eventually." The door behind the Irish soldiers opened as they stopped firing. Slowly, through the smoke and burning rubble that had become the outer office near the room, walked Sir Michael Harland, carrying a pistol in his hand. He dropped it to the floor and kicked it towards Tex and her troops, holding his hands up slightly.

"Agent Tex... I knew they would only send the best to grab me." He smiled. "Well, you've got me. I surrender." Tex looked at him for a second, walking forward slowly. She raised her pistol and slammed it against the former Emperor's temple. He dropped like a rock. Turning to the troops behind her, she motioned her head towards the Irish.

"Arrest them." Just then, the buzz of chopper blades and the scream of fighter jets roared overhead. Their back up had arrived. Tex keyed her radio.

"York, this is Tex. Package secure. Repeat, package secure."

OOC: This saga isn't over yet... this is only part 1 of 3 of the final chapter. And no one else would know Harland is arrested, just saying.

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York and five others stood just outside the control room in Fort Central. Three others hadn't made it this far, their bodies rigged to explode in a few minutes. Two were in the main garage where they had entered through the roof, and one was in the corridor behind them. A number of separatist guards littered their path, taken down with precision by the special forces team. They knew they had to move fast, more guards should be coming any minute.

"Alright... get ready to move. And be careful what you shoot at. Most things in there don't react well to bullets."

"Yeah, like me," one of the operatives quipped. York smiled and then turned to the door.

"Move!" He pushed through the door, firing a few shots of covering fire before diving behind a console. A few bullets pinged off the edges as he saw the rest of his team move in. One fell, clutching his neck, but the other four made it in without incident.

The rate of fire increased. York tossed a flashbang over a few consoles and popped his head up after it exploded. One burst, two bursts, three bursts. Three bursts, three kills. Moving around the right flank, York knew his operatives were handling the few other guards in the room. What he needed to get to was the main control panel.

As he rounded a corner, he saw a young man frantically typing something into a keyboard. Over the din, York raised his rifle and advanced, yelling for the young man to stop what he was doing and to step away from the console. The man looked up, one hand raised, the other hovering just over a red button on the console.

"Don't do it! Don't you !@#$@#$ do it!" York's finger tightened around the trigger. The young man half smirked as York fired, his finger pressing down on the button in one last death spasm. Red lights began to flash around the control room as a countdown appeared on a big screen behind the main console.
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[b]3:00... 2:59... 2:58...[/b][/i]

His radio crackled. [i]"York, this is Tex. Package secure. Repeat, package secure."[/i] York simply stood, staring at the screen for a moment. [i]"York, respond. Progress report."[/i]

"Tex, we have a problem."

OOC: Part 2 of 3... launches have not taken place yet. Hope to have part 3 up this weekend.

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OOC: Song for this post found [url="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0qeZ0tdnvsc"]here[/url]. Perfect length. 2:57. Times coincide with song.

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[color="#FF0000"][b][i]3:00... 2:59... 2:58...[/i][/b][/color]

His radio crackled. [i]"York, this is Tex. Package secure. Repeat, package secure."[/i] York simply stood, staring at the screen for a moment. [i]"York, respond. Progress report."[/i]

"Tex, we have a problem."
[i]
"What do you mean we have a problem, soldier?"[/i] That was a new voice. York recognized it immediately. Emperor Thomas Atkinson-Asgeirsson.

"One of Harland's aides started the launch sequence, sir. We are at t-minus under three minutes."

[i]"Roger that soldier. In the console, enter this code. Atkinson Override Delta-Alpha-Halo-Alpha-1-12-1-2-12-7."[/i] York typed in the code. The screen went black for a second, and then another message popped up. [i][b]Good try, Thomas. These missiles are launching regardless.[/b][/i] York reported the message back to the Emperor.
[i]
"$%&@."[/i] Thomas swore on the other end. [i]"Soldier, what are the targets for those missiles?"[/i] York turned to the screen behind him, which had the list of names.

"Hero City, Athens, London, Vienna, Beijing."
[i]
"York, you are to find a way to stop those missiles from launching... by any means necessary. Do I make myself clear?"[/i]

"Crystal, sir. It will be done." York turned to the others. "Let's go."

[color="#FF0000"][i][b]2:08... 2:07... 2:06...[/b][/i][/color]

Back in Long Island, everyone was scrambling. Thomas quickly recorded a broadcast to be sent to each of the affected city's leaders.

"This is Emperor Thomas Atkinson-Asgeirsson of Pravus Ingruo. Michael Harland's agents have started a launch sequence on five nuclear missiles. Their targets are the Hero City, Athens, London, Vienna, and Beijing. All override codes have been disabled by Harland. We are making every attempt to stop these missiles from launching, but please take every precaution necessary to keep your citizens safe. I will keep you informed of the situation as much as I can."

The message was beamed to the respective locations, straight to the capital. All Thomas could do now was pray.

"Activate PROJECT DEATH STAR. We're not going down without a fight."

[color="#FF0000"][i][b]1:41... 1:40... 1:39...[/b][/i][/color]

York and the other five soldiers raced into the launch bay. The five nuclear missiles stood gleaming in front of them, steam rising from below. Sunlight streamed in from the open silo door. Shots suddenly rang out, forcing the team to take cover.

[i]"York, can you repel down and cut the fuel lines?"[/i]

"Negative, Tex. We are under fire and the missiles are already fueled."

[i]"Can you blow them up then?"[/i]

"Negative, Tex, we are under fire."
[i]
"Sabotage?"[/i] York looked at one of his soldiers, the sabotage and computer expert, who shook his head.

"Not enough time to even get one of them, Tex." He turned to the troops. "Give me cover fire." The other five soldiers laid down a blistering wave of cover fire as York popped his head over the crates they were hiding behind. Across the launch bay, two levels below them, he saw an engineer by another console. York ducked back down. "Command, I have an idea. Guys, I'll need that cover fire again." The soldiers nodded and began firing again.
[color="#FF0000"][i][b]
0:38... 0:37... 0:36...[/b][/i][/color]

York grabbed a zipline gun and aimed over the crate, targeting the wall just beyond the console. He pulled the trigger. The bolt shot out, the cord trailing it, and slammed into the wall just over the engineer's head. The man dove to the ground in surprise. York reached up and secured the gun to the wall behind him, grabbing the handle with one hand.

"God speed gentlemen."
[color="#FF0000"][i][b]
0:27... 0:26... 0:25...[/b][/i][/color]

Pulling the trigger on the handles, York shot over the crates and started across the vast abyss that housed the five missiles. One hand held the handles, the other fired his rifle at separatists still in the launch bay. Once the clip on his rifle ran out of ammo, he dropped it, pulling out his pistol and firing a few more rounds.

And that's when he was shot in the stomach.

It felt like he'd been kicked in the midsection by a mule, but looking down, he could already see the blood starting to pool. His body armor hadn't stopped the bullet. Looking up, he saw the engineer pulling back the bolt on a bolt-action sniper rifle, aiming down the sight for another shot.

York never gave him the chance.

Lifting his legs, he slammed into the man's face with the bottom of both boots. Dropping to the ground, already coughing up blood, York turned to the man, raised his pistol, and shot him once in the head. Grabbing the console to pull himself up, he saw what he was looking for. A tiny black switch with the words "Emergency Silo Door Close".

[color="#FF0000"][i][b]0:10... 0:09... 0:08...[/b][/i][/color]

York flipped the switch, and was immediately rewarded by the sound of the silo doors beginning to close. "Mission accomplished, Command."

[i]"We can still hear the missiles getting ready to launch, York."[/i]

"Closed the silo doors, Command. They aren't going anywhere."

[i]"Get out of there, York."[/i] That was a new voice. Tex's. York looked up to see the clock hit zero.

"No time Tex. I'll see you on the flip side."

[i]"No! Get out of there, soldier! I have no plans for you to die today!"[/i]

"No one ever does, Tex." York's mic cut off in static.

Outside Fort Central, a bright flash of light was seen as the first missile impact the silo doors. The explosion set off the other missiles, completely destroying them and gutting a majority of the interior of the facility. Ash and dust started to slowly fall from the sky, but now everything was silent.

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