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[Oates]

"The Spark"

Matamoros, Corpocratic Federation of North America.

0800

Corporal Hertz, CFNA Security Forces

Like they had many times before, the people took to the streets to protest the CFNA's brutal working conditions. It was handled in the routine manner, the CFNA Security Forces were sent in to pacify the protesters. The protest began in the early morning around five, it took the CFNA Security Forces a couple hours to arrive, but they arrived in force. They quickly secured the main road leading into District 10, which the mob had slowly been moving toward. A massive formation of men armed with riot shields, body armor, and Ak47s held the street. One of these men was Corporal Hertz.

He'd seen it time and time again, by now he was a seasoned veteran of the Security Forces. Corporal Hertz had dealt with riots before, it was simple when you didn't have to worry about getting burned for crushing a few skulls. Some times the riot would break when they saw the Security Forces had arrived, other times it would take full contact to break it. Hertz loved it when it came to full contact.

"Get ready boys," Hertz said, "the spics are coming."

The mob was getting closer, armed with various improvised melee weapons. The men raised their shields and advanced toward the Mexicans, clubs raised and ready to attack. It was at this point that a sickening feeling hit Hertz, something was wrong, instead of retreating like they'd ussually do the Mexicans were still coming. A man with a bandana wrapped around his face broke into a full sprint in front of the mob and threw a molotov cocktail at the formation. It fell short, succeeding only in pissing off the men.

"Theres no women," one of the men yelled, "or old guys!"

"What the..."

It was true, in the mob there were no women or elders. They were all military aged males, and there were far less of them than the briefing had told them there would be.

"Stay sharp," an officer yelled, "something strange is going on here!"

A strange sound filled the street, almost like a strange whistle. The Mexicans started behaving erratically, even for a mob. They broke and took cover, before an explosion went off behind the formation. Some of the men in the back took shrapnel to the back, collapsing on the concrete like a ton of bricks. The others panicked and broke, causing the tight formation to turn into a complete cluster $%&@.

"Open fire!" yelled an officer.

Hertz hit the dirt, dropping his riot shield and unslinging his Ak47. Before he could aim in he saw a bullet ricochet off the pavement in front of him. The mob was armed, Hertz could see several of the Mexicans with 9mm handguns while others charged with melee weapons. Several more explosions impacted, one fell behind them and another landed on top of a cluster of men. Hertz got a shooter in his sights and slowly squeezed the trigger, killing the man. He could hear his comrades spraying the crowd with automatic fire, not even bothering to take aim. Before Hertz could take a second shot, the Mexicans were right on top of them, clubbing and stabbing his comrades.

He took a knee and pumped several rounds into a incoming Mexican, before opening fire wildly into the crowd. "I'm not dying here god damnit!"

Hertz pulled another magazine out of his ammo pouch, loading it into the assault rifle. He didn't notice one of the Mexicans coming up on his side before it was too late. The man struck him in the back on the head with a steel pipe, crushing his skull and killing him.

The Mexican Liberation Front had long been a thorn in the side of the CFNA, esspecially in the mountains of the province of Nuevo Leon. However, they'd never been able to fully challenge the CFNA military in open ground. That changed with the invasion by the Republic of Biff, which knocked out the CFNA's communications and disoriented the military, which was forced to deal with rogue paratroopers and opportunistic rebels. The Mexican Liberation Front saw a golden opportunity to hit the CFNA hard, and possibly gain independence.

Dozens of sleeper cells in the city of Matamoros were activated overnight by the Mexican Liberation Front. While the CFNA Security Forces in the city were equiped to deal with a riot, they were not equiped to deal with an insurgency on this scale. The security forces were quickly overrun, losing control of the western half of the capital city. However, the remnants of the security forces managed to regroup and put down the rebellion in the eastern half of the city. With the capital city divided in two, and the government in chaos, the Mexican Liberation Front declared independence in Nuevo Leon and began military operations along the new border. Thus the country was effectively split in half in a matter of days, with the capital also split in two. With few military resources remaining, the CFNA reinforced with foreign mercenaries, in a last ditch effort to reclaim their capital and defeat the rebels.

Monterrey, Corpocratic Federation of North America.

Public Statement

Tim Hand, Chief Executive Officer of the CFNA

"As some of you may know, the Mexican criminals have started an uprising in our northern provinces. This may worry some of our more proactive and cautious neighbors, but I ensure you that the Federation has the situation well under control. We will not buckle on the pressure of these criminals, criminals whom were given the opportunity to attack us by our enemies. I'd like to state here however, that this Mexican Liberation Front does not represent East Mexico. We're the legitiment government in this region, and any dealings with those criminals playing make believe will be null and void.

To those who would serve as agents of chaos and disorder, we do not forget easily and we will overcome any opposition. God bless the Federation."

OOC: Viva la revolution baby. With all the crazy !@#$ happening to my country, combined with my repressive government, I did not think I could realistically maintain control without something like this happening.

Edited September 6, 2009 by Oates

[Oates]

"Retribution"

Western Matamoros, Mexico

Mission: Evacuate VIPs trapped behind enemy lines.

Sergeant Sonni, Nigerian Mercenary Corps

The streets of District 1 were a derelict. Fighting had spilled into the area the previous night, some of the fiercest fighting the city had seen so far. There was no time for the District's rich and powerful to evacuate, and the Mexicans ravaged their homes and property after overwelming the local police force. Victory was achieved by the CFNA Security Forces in the end, but at a huge cost in human lives and military resources. The only reason they'd commited so much to this fight was because of It's signifigance as the heart and soul of the CFNA's federal government. Dispite the small victory, with the fall of District 2 the area had effectively been surronded by the rebels. Many government officals and prominent corporate figures still remained, trapped on the front lines. When the mercenaries arrived in the city the first task they were given was far from simple, punch through enemy lines and rescue the besieged inhabitants of District 1.

Sergeant Sonni's squad was tasked with this mission. His convoy of humvees had managed to travel through District 2 untouched and were now cruising down main street, scanning the buildings and debris carefully. There were two humvees, one in the rear and another in the front, in between was an armored car. Sonni road shotgun in the lead vehicle, with four other soldiers.

"Hey Sarge," said the driver, "we're coming up on Bank Square."

"Turn left and pull up to the palace!"

Bank Square was the heart of District 1, it was where the Executive Palace was located. Now the once glorious palace served as the last stronghold of the CFNA in District 1, if there were survivors they would be in there.

"Roger that," said the driver.

Sonni's humvee took a smooth left on the corner, the rest of the convoy followed. The palace was in sight now. The majestic gates were gone, now replaced by crude barricades. The humvee came to a stop in front of the gates, the gunner orientated the .50 caliber turret outward while the other occupants dismounted. Sonni slung his Ak47 and grabbed a microphone from the humvee.

"This is the CFNA Mercenary Corps," Sonni said over the microphone, "give us a sign if you are still alive!"

There was an eerie pause. If there weren't any survivors here, they'd have to go in and torch the place. The Federation had too much sensitive information in there to let fall into the hands of the rebels, if it hadn't already done so. Several minutes passed and nobody responded.

"Take point Olabode," said Sonni.

Olabode was one of the more experienced members of Sonni's squad, he'd been a veteran of many conflicts including the War of Liberation. He was a massive frame of a man, standing at six feet tall and weighing 250lbs. While his comrades carried Ak47s, Olabode carried the squad's light machinegun, an RPK-74. Olabode scaled the barricade, dropping down in the courtyard. Sonni went next, followed by his driver and another rifleman. Sonni did a salute motion at his stomach, the others repeated it and formed into a wedge formation. The men creeped up toward the front door, which was blown off the hinges and now laid in the lobby. They stacked up on the left side of the door, Sonni in the lead now.

He gave an OK sign and went in, peeling off to the left. The driver went in next, peeling off to the right. Sonni strafed along the wall, checking the corners of the room before yelling, "left side clear!"

His driver called back, "I got a door here sarge!"

"Stack up!"

Olabode and the fourth man rushed in and stacked on the door. The driver lowered his rifle, and the two men rushed in. Sonni motioned for the driver to cover the grand staircase that stood in the center of the room. He obeyed.

"Sergeant," Olabode yelled, "you may want to have a look at this!"

"What is it!"

"You need to see this for yourself," Olabode answered.

Sonni cautiously moved toward the room that Olabode was in. What he saw when he went in was disturbing. The room was Former Executive Oates' private study, where he'd drafted the original constitution of the CFNA. Now it was something different. The room was filled with beheaded corpses, stacked in several disorganized piles. The men were dressed in business and casual American styled attire, while most of the female corpses were naked. They'd found the VIPs, or their bodies anyway.

"What the $%&@ is this!?" Sonni screamed.

"These $%&@ers," Olabode yelled, "I've never seen anything like it!"

Sonni's driver wandered into the room, looking as if he had seen a ghost.

"What are y-"

"Sarge," the driver cut Sonni off, "I just saw the devil."

The men gave him him a strange look, before looking back at the corpses and understanding what he meant. "Where are their heads anyway," said Olabode.

"I think I know," the driver said.

He walked back to the lobby, Sonni and Olabode followed. The driver pointed up at the chandelier hanging from the ceiling over the stair case. Nobody seemed to notice it when they came in, but there was something odd about this chandelier. Where the candles were once placed there were heads impaled, around twenty of them. The gore finally got the best of Sonni, he vomited.

"How the hell did they get those up there!?"

"I want this !@#$@#$ place torched, " Sonni yelled.

Two Hours Later

The Executive Palace burned, along with the bodies inside. Pictures were taken of the bodies, valuable intel was retrieved. Overall the mission would be successful, some survivors were found in the ruins of District 1. Most of them were the CFNA Security Forces themselves, many of whom were shadows of men. The massacre also served as a valuable propaganda tool for the Federation, which was quick to announce it to the world and It's own people. Once news of the state of District 1 reached the Commander back in the rear, the decision was made to abandon District 1 for the time being. With the palace lost, and half of Matamoros' districts under rebel control, the situation was becoming more and more dire by the day. And with the Federation's military being pushed north to counter the Mexican offensive, Matamoros wouldn't be getting any relief for a very long time and the battle would rage on.

OOC: God I just read this over and I don't like it. I'll just make the next one better.

Edited September 7, 2009 by Oates