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Mama Blub's Peanut Butter Factory

It was a typical day at the Mama Blub brand peanut butter packaging depot. The workers diligently went about their duty of producing the finest product on the face of the planet.

Meanwhile a tour was underway. A mixed group of school children, both Blub and human were being led along a catwalk overlooking vast vats of glistening brown peanut butter. In the lead of the tour group was a human woman, one of the Mama Blub representitives in charge of tour groups.

"These eight ton containers here have the finished product in them. They are stored here and the blending machines heat and stir the peanut butter to make it easier for pumping into the jars. This facility can package and ship more than 70,000 jars daily."

One of the human children, an obnoxious boy with ginger hair and freckles giggled and leaned over the edge of the railing, looking down at the workers and the vats below. As the group began to move on, the ginger child spat downwards. The loogie arced and then *splatted* into the vat of peanut butter.

An alarm began to buzz, and immedietly the production line shut down. A security guard ran across the catwalk and tackled the boy. As the other children gathered around he began to cry, feeling cold steel handcuffs snap into place on his wrists.

The Trial

The boy, one Andrew Stevenson was represented by a lawyer hired by his parents. The prosecution was a crack Blubbish lawyer out of South City with a reputation for working government cases.

The judge glowered down, a Blub wearing a white curled wig and black robes. "Order." He tapped a gabel on his desk with a tentacle. "Opening case 12-381 of Blubland versus Stevenson on criminal mischief, felony foodsource tampering, felony vandalism, biological terrorism, health code violation 32-32 - failure to wash hands before interacting with food - and resisting arrest. How does the defendant plead?"

The Stevenson lawyer stood, "Your honor, my client pleads innocent and requests that all charges be dropped."

"Noted and denied. Prosecution, you may begin."

The little green Blub moved to the center of the courtroom, wearing a fine suit and looking serious. "Thank you, your honor. I am Bribble and I will be prosecuting on behalf of the Blubland government. It takes precident over damages to Mama Blub due to the felony charges."

"Noted."

Bribble clasped two of his tentacles, slowly pacing infront of the jury. "Ladies and gentlemen of the jury. It is your duty to find this young man criminally responsible for what he did. He knowingly and willfully spat saliva into a foodsource meant for consumption by the public. This is a felony."

The Stevenson lawyer stood, "Objection. That is not a felony."

Bribble stared him down. "Contrary. Is or is not the defendant HIV-positive?"

The lawyer nodded, "Yes, but that has nothing to do with the case. The medical records should be sealed."

"Is he aware that he is a HIV carrier?"

"Yes, his parents explained it to him. It was a bad blood transfusion."

"Then this is a felony case." Bribble turned back to the jury, "The defendant willfully conspired to infect thousands of others with the HIV virus. He took the lives of anyone who would eat Mama Blub's peanut butter into his hands." Bribble turned and pointed a tentacle accusingly, "What we have here is a domestic terrorist!"

The TV cameras in the courtroom panned to focus on Andrew Stevenson's pale face.

OOC: Unless the kid has a cut in his mouth, HIV doesn't otherwise populate the mouth and the salava wouldn't do anything out of the usual nastiness.

OOC: Unless the kid has a cut in his mouth, HIV doesn't otherwise populate the mouth and the salava wouldn't do anything out of the usual nastiness.

OOC: Indeed. ^.^ But I still wouldn't kiss someone with HIV on the mouth. Chapped lips, bleeding gums from brushing your teeth, etc. Prosecution is playing to the phobia.

OOC: Ah, that makes more sense. Also, I'd f@cking sue them so fast for using phobias in court. XD

"um,your honor? might i interject?" *a man with short brown hair,green eyes,and an amerigani flag sewn into his shirt stood up from his seat* "correct me if I'm wrong,but this disease can only be spread through blood,and sex.and i highly doubt a child was having sex in your factory,and he did not get any blood into the vat.plus,shouldn't your tour guide have been watching the children she was showing around the factory? yes the child should not have spit into the vat,but this whole trial is a circus.and you prosecutor.should be ashamed of yourself.thank you.that's all i had to say"*he sat down,smiling happily*

"um,your honor? might i interject?" *a man with short brown hair,green eyes,and an amerigani flag sewn into his shirt stood up from his seat* "correct me if I'm wrong,but this disease can only be spread through blood,and sex.and i highly doubt a child was having sex in your factory,and he did not get any blood into the vat.plus,shouldn't your tour guide have been watching the children she was showing around the factory? yes the child should not have spit into the vat,but this whole trial is a circus.and you prosecutor.should be ashamed of yourself.thank you.that's all i had to say"*he sat down,smiling happily*

Every eye in the courtroom turned towards the person who had interrupted the proceedings. The judge glowered, "Baliff, arrest this man for contempt of court and interference in the prosecution of a terrorist suspect."

Police immedietly moved over and began to cuff the person, who would then be dragged out. Any resistance would be met with clubbing by batons.

The judge grumbled and then hammered his gabel again, "I'll have no more interruptions here. The jury will disregard the statements of that civilian. Proceed."

Prosecutor Bribble squinted and pointed towards a chart depicting how many servings is in each jar of peanut butter versus the jar output of the container. "According to this chart, up to ten thousand citizens of Blubland could have been contaminated. This terrorist infected our food supply with his diseases and his hatred for Blubland. He should be lucky he is not prosecuted for high treason!"

The defense took to the floor next. "Ladies and gentlemen, this entire situation has been blown out of proportion. Yes, Andrew Stevenson is an HIV-positive carrier, yes he willingly spat in the container. But this does not constitute an intent to infect. It constitutes at most criminal mischief and health codes."

Bribble leaned over. "Objection. Would you eat something the defendant spat in?"

"Well.. no."

"Neither would Blubland. Even the tiniest speck of blood in his saliva is a contaminate. Further, saliva itself is considered a felony attack under Code 4323."

The TV cameras focused on the defendant lawyer as he glared at Bribble.

*a few minutes later,the man sauntered back into the courtroom* "oh,sorry,did i mention I'm a foreign diplomat? as such,i am protected by diplomatic immunity.I'll take my seat and be quiet,if you don't mind"

Bang bang bang! The gabel pounded again, as once again police swarmed in and tackled the man. "Contempt! Treason! Interference in the laws of Blubland, support of terrorism! Out! Take him out of here! He can be trialed with the terrorist!"

Bribble shook his head, "You see how this sedition spreads? You see how willing foreigners are to support a person who tried to kill us all? He must be found guilty. He must be punished. Deter future terrorists."

The Verdict

Later that day the jury adjourned from its private meeting. The head juror entered and handed the baliff a stack of papers. Bulbs flashed and TV cameras swiveled back and forth.

The judge nodded after studying the papers and gestured at the human head juror. "The verdict please."

"In the case of Blubland versus Stevenson, we find the defendant guilty on all counts. This includes whoever that other guy was."

More flashes as the Stevenson family gasped and began to cry. Courtroom officers grabbed Andrew and began to escort him from the room as more police entered to help keep order.

The judge squinted, "According to the charges leveled, the punishment shall be immediate. Andrew Stevenson and the foreigner shall hang at dawn. That is all." He rapped the gabel and dismissed the courtroom.

*the foreigner yawned as he sat in his jail cell.he was rather calm,despite his now,3 missing teeth and a black eye* "well i guess you can't win em' all.i just hope someone out there who saw this is on my side.if not,i might have a problem" *he yawned once more and dozed off,snoring happily*

OOC: fine I'll bite lol. If you object (either of you Ill delete this) and FASD is a Black Ops Group that is "in no way associated" (as in if your caught don't expect us to bail you out) to the ASD.

FASD Base in a house near downtown Blub
"We've just been given a standby warning by ASD command." Said Sargent Rico.
"prep. Equipment for both a fast and slow insertion into their Prision as well as a fast insert. for the hanging and begin to map out escape routes.' The sargent then turned to the corporal next to him "oh and Vanner? Set up along the extract route before we move in got it?"
"Aye aye SIR!" replied the team and the 6 members moved together to the basement of the house in order to prepare.

Official Message from the ASD
"We believe you are taking this too far and would suggest that the executions be stayed and the accused instead exiled to our country where we will repatriate the diplomat and welcome the accused and his family into a country that has both freedom and equality as its founding principals."

OOC: fine I'll bite lol. If you object (either of you Ill delete this) and FASD is a Black Ops Group that is "in no way associated" (as in if your caught don't expect us to bail you out) to the ASD.

FASD Base in a house near downtown Blub
"We've just been given a standby warning by ASD command." Said Sargent Rico.
"prep. Equipment for both a fast and slow insertion into their Prision as well as a fast insert. for the hanging and begin to map out escape routes.' The sargent then turned to the corporal next to him "oh and Vanner? Set up along the extract route before we move in got it?"
"Aye aye SIR!" replied the team and the 6 members moved together to the basement of the house in order to prepare.

Official Message from the ASD
"We believe you are taking this too far and would suggest that the executions be stayed and the accused instead exiled to our country where we will repatriate the diplomat and welcome the accused and his family into a country that has both freedom and equality as its founding principals."

Official Reply, Blubland Government

"We regret to inform you that this is not possible. What kind of message do we send if we deport criminals who have participated in major crimes? We must maintain our deterrant to crime and rehabilitate other inmates by showing them what happens when large-scale felonies are committed.

Further, the interference of a paper-carrying diplomat of another government is looked upon as a strike at our soverignity and independance. They should be glad that we do not take this as an act of warfare."

- President Gripps

To:the blub colony
From:Lord Lowery,grand leader of ameriganastan

"I understand you have one of our diplomats in jail for disrupting the trail of a presumed terrorist.while we do look down on him for interfering with your trial,we will not let him be hanged for simply speaking his mind.i issue you a warning.release our diplomat into Amerigani custody,or we will be forced to take action against you,and release him ourselves.by force if required.thank you.and have a pleasant day"

TRANSMISSION END...

Official Reply, Blubland Government

"We regret to inform you that this is not possible. What kind of message do we send if we deport criminals who have participated in major crimes? We must maintain our deterrant to crime and rehabilitate other inmates by showing them what happens when large-scale felonies are committed.

Further, the interference of a paper-carrying diplomat of another government is looked upon as a strike at our soverignity and independance. They should be glad that we do not take this as an act of warfare."

- President Gripps
OOC:Any preference on jail vs. City center/ could you give me a general layout of either?

Official Message from the ASD
"we may not agree with your policies but we will respect your sovereignty and hope that should the question arise in the future that you will do the same."

Official Replies

Ameriganastan
When your citizen entered our country he entered our jurisdiction and is not above the law. He will be punished for his crimes under the same laws and accordances that any other foreigner attempting to interfere with government functions.

ASD
We respect the soverignity of all foreign nations per executive order 932.


An hour 'til Dawn..
In the center of Star City was a large public park overlooked by City Hall. The park had been cleared out of visitors for several hours while a construction crew put up a set of gallows in the outfield of a baseball field near the pond. The grandstands were soon opened, and thousands began to gather to witness the first public execution in nearly thirty years.

With the big stadium lights on and news helicopters circling overhead, it took on something of a spectacle atmosphere. An enterprising food cart owner began to push his cart back and forth across the infield, selling snacks and drinks to those in the stands and the crowds gathering.

OOC: ty on the layout but what about security forces? will get back to you with IC as soon as this is answered

OOC: Security force would be several dozen police around the perimeter. More forces will likely show up when the prisoners are brought to the site.

*the nameless foreigner pulled a cigarette out of his pocket.lighting it up,he sighed*should have stayed quiet.then at least I'd be getting away.oh well.maybe the kid will get off on some kind of technicality*he shook his head*dang,i think those guards gave me a concussion*he passed out again,his cigarette still in his hand*

OOC:ty
FASD Team
With Vanner setting up the five remaining FASD operatives had suited up and were now traveling separately to the site. Staff Sargent Vincent was carrying A SABR OICW concealed within a briefcase and three of the others were carrying pistols and Smgs concealed on their persons. The Last FASD Operative was in a black nondescript suburban about two blocks from the site.

And said stranger would be escorted to a police issue armored transport. It rolled out into a line of other transports escorted by police cars and a helicopter. Half an hour later as the sky began to lighten up in the east, the column entered the park.

Hundreds of flash bulbs went off as reporters and citizens began to take photos. Two of the transports had their hatches opened and from seperate vehicles, the foreigner and Andrew Stevenson were brought out. Each of them wore a bright red jumpsuit and handcuffs.

Surrounded by Blubland police in their custom-made armor (Typically human armor wouldn't fit a Blub) the pair of prisoners were marched towards the gallows.

A Blub executioner stoodby wearing a black hood with two holes cut in it for his eyestalks to poke out. He held a pair of blinders in one tentacle.

Nearby a small group of officials were gathering near a speaking podium to deliver the sentence as well as make a statement.

SIC:

We support you Blubs and your endeavours in effectly dealing with the human scum that have tried to posion your nation. While some some non-humans act as slaves to humans and bow to there every whim, we are glad to see a non-human goverment deal with those primates effectly. Enclosed in this package is some of our countries most declious tropical fruits. Thank you for serving as example of non-human superiority.

From,
Ral-Jiktar

Leader of the Ikma Tribe

Reply to Ikma Tribe,

We thank you for your kind words. We feel that foreigners tend to take Blubland for granted. They come to our beautiful nation they enjoy our hospitality and the rights. Yet they also think they can take advantage of us, flaunt our laws and break the rules of our society.

In return we are sending you a crate of our finest premium peanut butter.

- President Gripps

*the foreigner looked out among the crowd,and shook his head*"disgusting squid heads"*he looked at the child*"stay calm kid.with any luck you wont feel a thing.your neck will probably break.quickest way it ends.but with any luck,some bleeding heart nation out there is on your side.we might have one tiny chance to get away yet"*he turned back to the crowd*"come on you slimy bastards! kill me! cause your all next!

FASD team
"go go go!" came over the radio. The first thing that happened was a massive explosion from the outside of the stadium as four IED's went off near the entrance. Following the confusion and panic that followed two of the FASD operatives with smg's pulled them out and opened fire with depleted uranium munitions at the guards surrounding the two prisoners. At the same time the master chief pulled out his SABr and sent 5 air bursting grenades towards the nearest set of perimeter guards as the last operative tossed two flash bangs and a smoke grenade into the open area around the prisoners. The opened fire with his .45cal LAD pistol at the hooded executioner.

And of course chaos errupted. The crowd began to scatter in all directions, completely flooding the area with Blubs and a smattering of humans. The news helicopters continued to circle as the police helicopter came closer to the ground. Its spotlights flickered on, blasting the ground with millions of candlepower of light.

Several surviving police drew their batons and moved towards the sounds of gunfire, trying to push through the stampeding crowds.

*the foreigner couldn't believe it*"wow,and i thought I'd have to get out of here my self"*he slid a skinny metal object out of his sleeve picking open his handcuffs with it*"these guards don't search people very throughly." *he opened the kids handcuffs as well*"stay down kid.i think these guys are our rescue party"

OOC: If you have any problems with this Blub then tell me and I'll change it.

IC:
As the guards surrounding the prisoners went down the FASD operatives moved in and grabbed the two on their way towards the exit already cleared by the chief. As they did so the chief turned his focus to the police helicopter overhead and the spotlight made such an inviting target that he just couldn't resist two three round bursts reached out towards the spotlight. At the same time the driver of the suburban was moving towards the guard less entrance against the tide of humans and Blubs coming out of the arena. The suburban was making progress but not much as he was reversing towards the entrance and there were Alot of "people" in the way.

There were by now, dozens of bodies lying prone on the grass of the baseball field. The police helicopter jinked and veered to one side as the spotlight was shot out. Glass rained down on the crowds from the broken light. In a defensive move, the helicopter slid to one side and crashed into a news helicopter. The two immedietly fell out of the sky into the crowd, the news helicopter errupting into a fireball.

One police officer threw himself onto the hood of the surburban, tentacles gripping it as he began to smash at the windshield with his baton. The radio clipped to his torso armor was chirping, "National Guard BDV inbound, repeat, BDV inbound!"

Unfortunetly for the Blub on the Suburban his move was not, quite, as unexpected as it might have been. Four claymores had been emplace on both the top, bottom, sides and front and back. The blub on top of the suburban was unlucky enough to have landed directly on one and it went off violently. The FASD agents were now all running with the crowd out the entrance hustling the prisoners along in tow.

For the time being, there was no further resistance other than the crowd. The surviving news helicopters continued to circle. Several car alarms were going off, police lights were flashing on the empty squad cars. Screams and yells of fright continued to rise from the crowd as they scattered further.

The sun had now risen blindingly in the east, TV cameras broadcasting the event live were abandoned, pointing aimlessly towards the scene.

The Four FASD agents and their two subjects made it to the suburban without further resistance and the black suburban's wheels screeched as it accelerated hard down the road away from the stadium.

Two television news helicopters continued to follow the surburban, hovering at a safe altitude while the cameras focused on the fleeing vehicle. A couple of minutes later a swarm of police vehicles and rescue trucks arrived at the stadium.

A half dozen squad cars sped off into the city in persuit of the terrorists, following the helicopter reports of the subjects' location.

Meanwhile, a wide, low-slung military vehicle exited one of the traffic tunnels from under the city's river. The APC revved up and accelerated. Civilian traffic quickly dodged out of the way as the BDV took a corner tightly. In the front seat beside the driver, a Sergeant glowered at a map in his tentacles. "Take a right up here."

The BDV cornered again, skidding slightly and smashing in the windows of a storefront before continuing. "Annnd..." two blocks ahead the black surburban zipped across their field of vision, "There!"

The armored transport picked up speed and took the same turn, ramming one of the persuing police cars off the road. The BDV steadied, picking up momentum as it chased the SUV ahead.

"oh man,thanks buddy,i thought me and short stack here were screwed.i hope you have a way to get us out of the country,cause these people are pissed" *he looked out the back window*"speak of the devil.driver guy,you might wanna speed up,cause something big,and really mean looking is coming up behind us"

FASD team
"Aw shit!" said private first class Rigante "They've got an AAV coming after us!. Step on it cheif!!!"
"Dmn dmn dmn" replied the chief as the accelerator went all the way to the floor "I hope Vanner's set up to handle them and the heli's. Rigante pop smoke out the back and give me a heads up if the shoot!"

Rigante opened a side door and tossed two smoke grenades out the doors followed by another as the chief screeched round one last turn onto a straight stretch of road heading out of town. At the same time corporal Jenkins began to pull out gear and suit up handing stuff to the others as well. "here." he said to the foreigner and the kid. "get this on, he handed them class five dragon skin armor and active cammo. Oh and you look the capable sort sir" he said to the foreigner "would you care to chose a weapon or weapons." he gestured to the rack at the side of the SUV on which there were stored all kinds of weapons including LDA .45 cal handguns, Belleni Nova shotguns, H&k SABR OICWs, Two SMGs and a longbow Scoped Sniper rifle. "And we've got an escape route all planned out sir. then he turned to the other members and began to hand out gear and armor.

"sweet,just like my 16th birthday party" *he took the two smg's and a shotgun.*"ok,let's get the hell out of here"

Star City

The BDV was closing in. It rolled straight through the smoke, as there was not time for it to properly 'cook up' into a screen. When it took the next corner, it surged forward to close the distance with the SUV.

"We're close enough. Launch fireteam alpha."

Air cannons in the back of the BDV roared, jettisoning their payloads. The payloads were Blub Jump Troopers. The armored Blubs were hurled forward towards the SUV. They feathered their jetpacks to stabilize their flight and aimed their battle rifles downwards. Firing, full metal jacket slugs punching down towards the hood and roof of the SUV.

The Jump Troopers blasted their packs, allowing them to land safely, their weapons still firing, this time at the tires and side panels of the vehicle.

"holy shit! get back kid" *he opened fire on the blub trooper*"slimy bastards,I'll show you what a real soldier fights like!"

The final three Claymors on the roof of the SUV went off as did the four on the back of the SUV. The explosion up top was enough to blast off any of the Blubs even if they survived the fragments from the claymores. on the top of a hill all of 500 meters off of the road Vanner open up. First was a anti Armor, remote controlled mine he had planted in the road. and it blew as the Armored vehicle came directly on top of it. What followed next was the boom of his Sniper rifle as he shot through the rotor of one of the news helicopters following the chase. Within the car the damage was bad but not as sever as it might have been. For one thing the SUV had taken most of the hits without problem as it was Somewhat armored. Any that got through were slowed quite badly and all of the troops and rescues were in armor.. The tires,though were another story and the SUV began to slow and swerve as the mine went off. The chief managed to keep it under control as he stopped and, but that was the end of those wheels.The back doors of the SUV opened and TWO FASD operatives dropped smoke then activated optical cameo and piled out covering the back of the car. At the same time the chief and Corporal Bailed out of the car and PFC Rigante hustled the Kid out of the door and towards the hill upon which Vanner had set up as the foreigner laid down suppressing fire and the two Cameoed FASD operatives moved up to take out any remaining enemies. The chief was limping slightly as he too moved to the hill as his armor had stopped three bullets to the legs but they had hurt none the less. The corporal was tying off a bandage on his arm where a bullet had managed too pierce thinner armor but he too was still able to fight and escorting the kid up the hill. As they went all of them activated their Cameo as well in order to at lest partially cover their tracks.

*he followed behind the soldiers,reloading his SMG's*"jeez.i could have just stayed quiet,could have just kept my mouth shut.then I'd be in a comfy motel,instead,I'm on the run from a bunch of damn nut job squids.you better be grateful for this kid*he looked behind*"i think we lost em' "

Helicopters flashed by overhead, circling and seeming to be looking for the escapers. Sirens could be heard in the city and several columns of smoke reached up into the air from various locations. There seemed to be no further persuit.

The two soldiers and the foreigner retreated back up the hill to meet up with Vanner and the rest of the Operatives. They began to travel away from the sceen of the fight with Vanner leading as a scout and the others in a loose circle around the kid and the foreigner. The chief moved into the circle, still limping slightly. "hey", he said to the two of them. "sorry I didn't introduce myself. I'm the chief and I'm in charge of this bunch of misfits. How are the two of you holding up?"

The Blub Colony,


As I was flicking through the channels I came upon one foreign news channel, this appeared to be yours, The Blub Colony's, I observed as these 'Invaders' recklessly attacked your brave, fearless soldiers. On behalf of The United States of Porinn, I offer to send a taskforce to assist you in fighting off these despicable renegades, who believe they are above all foreign law. I too have experienced individuals like these. We thank you for your time.

-Olga Brehsmer,
Foreign Secretary of Porinn
Porinnian Foreign Affairs Office
27 Maskiat Street
Mornes
Porinnian

The foreigners seemed to be alone. The outskirts of Star City ended in thick, oldgrowth forests. Massive trees thrust up into the air and their leafy branches blocked out much of the sunlight. The floor of the forest was covered in ferns and dead leaves.

The Blub Colony,


As I was flicking through the channels I came upon one foreign news channel, this appeared to be yours, The Blub Colony's, I observed as these 'Invaders' recklessly attacked your brave, fearless soldiers. On behalf of The United States of Porinn, I offer to send a taskforce to assist you in fighting off these despicable renegades, who believe they are above all foreign law. I too have experienced individuals like these. We thank you for your time.

-Olga Brehsmer,
Foreign Secretary of Porinn
Porinnian Foreign Affairs Office
27 Maskiat Street
Mornes
Porinnian

Official Reply
We currently have no idea where these assassins have gone to. However we do not expect them to remain fugitive for very long. Most of our population are Blubs and despite the fact that all humans look the same, a group of them will stand out amongst us if they try to hide.

We would appreciate help in the investigation to find them as well as figuring out what nation has sponsored this act of warfare against us.

"pleasure to meet you chief.and I'll be holding up better when i get out of this psycho country.*he lit up his last cigarette* "I'm never accepting a diplomat job to this place again.

FASD Team
"Ya" Said the chief, chuckling "you coulda picked an easier place."
The group had finally come to their destination. It looked like nothing more than a beaten up and broken down shack in the middle of the forest. In actual fact though it was the backup Base for the FASD team located in Blub. The team moved into the shack, with Vanner covering them from the outside then joining them in.

Middle of the Capital of Blubland
A small non-descript house in the middle of the a small neighborhood suddenly and massively exploded. Dealing mild shrapnel damage to the two houses beside it and burning to the ground in a matter of minutes.

Star City News

"Horrifying images broadcast live yesterday have left the nation in shock. As we look back on the violence and hatred shown towards our nation, we mourn the loss of life. Thirty three dead including seventeen police officers and over two hundred wounded, this is the worst terrorist event to ever strike Blubland."

"Authorities have begun a massive manhunt across Blubland for the suspects including two homes that may have been bases of operations. A third location was destroyed last night by a boobytrap probably laid to cover evidence. Neighbors are being interviewed and CCTV footage examined."

"Please report any suspicious activity to the police and stay away from these humans. They are considered armed and very savage."

"This is Burt Burrble reporting from Star City."

Secondary FASD Base
the inside of the shack was simple and run down. One room and a bathroom but when the FASD operatives went in they moved to the floor of the shack, then, pressing a button concealed in the woodwork opened a door into what appeared to be a storm cellar.At the bottom of the stairs, though, was a second, heavy , blast door. Inside there was a complete barracks for up to what looked like about 10 people. Complete with rooms, on suite bathrooms and an armory and firing range. "Ok," Said the chief. Make yourselves comfortable. Were gonna be staying here for a day or two to rest up then we will be heading out. Clothes are in your rooms. Oh and Vanner?" "Yes sir?" Replied Vanner "Take a look at the kid and make sure you get those new HIV Active drugs into him ASAP. That'll do till we can get him into a real hospital somewhere else."

*he switched into a normal set of clothes and sat on the bed*"jeez i need a nap.Lord Lowery better be ready to promote me for going through this shit"*he passed out on the bed,snoring rather loudly*

FASD Secondary Base
"ok I think its been long enough" Said the Chief "lets get his extraction Underway"

*the foreigner was strapping his dragon skin vest back on* "it's about time.i was getting a little stir crazy staying here so long."

Driving along back roads the FASD operatives and their two Rescuees made their way towards a FASD stealth ship on the coast. Arriving there they boarded and were soon On their way back to the ASD. "So." the chief asked turning to the diplomat "This never happened and where would you like us to drop you off?"

"theres an amerigani warship patrolling nearby.you can drop me off there" *he shook the kids hand* "good luck kid.who knows,maybe one day you'll save my life,oh yeah one more thing.my names Kevin"

The chief also shook hands with KEVin as the entirely unmarked ASD FASD ship dropped him off next to the Ameriganastan warship. "Good luck to you sir" He said then he did a full military salute as the ASD ship vanished into the darkness.