'It has been two hours since Jäger, Mordecai, and Kat picked me up. How long is this flight?'

Alex thought to himself. He was now in a helicopter, on his way to the center of Kahn Militia HQ, from what he could remember, it was somewhere on the California-Nevada border. He was still curious as to why Kat saved him, but he was in no place to ask.

"Glad we have the militia back up to full strength, the Task Force that Locke ordered has been getting closer to finding us." Jäger said.

"What task force?" Alex asked, this was bad, if there really was someone hunting him, he was in trouble.

"Task Force Crimson. Those mercs caught me creepin' out near the Pacific, that's how I was captured." Mordecai spat angrily

"The C.I.A basically hired some of their old Operators and say, 10,000 other PMC guys, formed a task force dedicated to bringing us and anyone who helped us down. Mordecai's just mad that they got him so quick, you must've been arrested very early on to not know what Task Force Crimson was, who carried out your arrest?"

"Agent Winchester and the FBI. Crazy pricks burned my house down." Alex responded.

"We're here, gang." Jäger announced. The base looked like an old warehouse in the woods, they had to land on a duct tape circle to land. I was helped out by Kahn Militia medics and Kat.

Alex was taken inside the warehouse, there a middle aged man walked out, and this guy looked like he had been in active combat at least once.

"Kat, welcome back, who's the kid?" The man asked her.

"Alex, this is our leader, Colonel Silas Kahn. He fought in Operation Desert Storm before he formed the Militia." Kat told Alex. Well, at least he assumed correctly

"Sir, this is Alex, the Feds thought he was Jäger and captured him."

"Really? How could they mess that up?" Kahn asked Kat, to be honest, even Alex himself didn't see the similarity between him and Jäger.

Kat shrugged, and walked to a makeshift booth of weapons.

Kahn turned to Alex.

"Welcome to the Militia, Private. Just call me Silas." He insisted,

"Okay, Silas, is there anything I can do?" Alex asked.

"Our battle plans won't be presented 'till 9:00, grab yourself a weapon and uniform."

"Okay, sir." Alex politely replied back, he headed towards the booth Kat was in. Kat herself was currently holding a Barrett M82, with a small carving of a cat on the scope of the gun.

"Hello, Private Walker, Corporal Anderson was just telling me about you, what would you like?" The man inside said.

He looked at the vast array of rifles and Machine guns, he knew a good amount of them by name. Until he knew exactly what this mission was, he better take an all around weapon.

"I'll take the Scar-H with the M203 launcher and the ACOG scope." Alex told him, pointing to the rugged battle rifle with the grenade launcher welded under the barrel. The Armorer grabbed the weapon off the wall, grabbed a bandolier of grenades, he then handed him some mags and a dozen boxes of rounds.

"How about a pistol?" The Armorer asked.

This time, at least the choice was obvious.

"The Colt Anaconda .44 Magnum?" Alex requested. He had some experience with the revolver before. He knew he could handle the recoil.

The Armorer handed him the revolver, some boxes, and a holster.

"Thank you." Alex said as he put on the holster and the bandolier.

"You seem to know a lot about firearms." Jäger said.

"Not really, aside from what I was taught." Alex admitted.

"Anyways, it's time for the briefing." Jäger told him. Alex ran into the room and sat down in a spot

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"Okay, team." Silas began,

"Today we'll talk about our biggest attack yet. Our target is the Infamous Area 51. Our mission is to find 'Project Odyssey', or as many know it, Die Glocke. Our hacking division discovered that the machine was sold to the U.S by Russia, and They are currently testing it, this is out only opportunity to find out what they are planning to do with it. One team will fly in with C-17 planes filled with explosives, draw as much attention away from us as possible, then, The other teams will blow holes in the rooftops and fight their way inside. If our sources are correct, the machine is an Inter-dimensional transporter. The machine must be destroyed before the Government can cause harm to anyone. Base team 1 will consist of Myself, Jäger, Mordecai, Kat, Alex, and O'Leary. Base invasion team 2 will be Samuels, Kaiser, Thorne, Stanley, and Rogers. Move out!"

-Meanwhile-

Twilight had just received her letter from Princess Celestia a couple hours ago, and was currently asking her friends, the Elements of Harmony, if they had seen anything strange.

Like her, most of them hadn't seen anything out of the ordinary, which was different because usually they don't last a week without anything going wrong.

"Are you sure none of you have seen or heard anything?" Twilight asked again, for the millionth time.

"Um, no...thankfully." Fluttershy said. She, like most, was glad nothing went wrong. The animals needed here care, not another scary adventure.

"Once again, no, Twilight, I didn't see anything." Rainbow moaned, exasperated to the point where she just wanted to fly out of the window and into a cloud bed.

"None of you have seen anything?"

"No!" Everyone practically yelled, like Rainbow, they wanted to leave, they all had plans that night and didn't need their friend's paranoia butting in.

"If you're sure." Twilight sighed. If there really was nothing, why would Celestia tell her to look out?

-September 12, 2016, 0400-

Alex, now on his first mission, was drowsy from the early morning start, the helicopter was getting closer, they had to leave early to accommodate for the planes, the base was in eyesight when he noticed two large explosions, and dozens of soldiers flocking over to investigate.

"I saw explosions!" Alex shouted, at least he wasn't on board those planes.

"Pilot, move faster!" Silas yelled towards the front.

"Okay, team. Silas, Alex, Mordecai and Myself will fast-rope in. Kat and O'Leary, provide cover fire for the other teams, Move!" Jäger informed. Alex clipped the lanyard to his bandolier, and followed Mordecai in fast-roping. Then, things took a turn, the rotor of the helicopter was hit!

"We're going down! Mayday! Mayday!" The pilot yelled as the helicopter spun uncontrollably closer to the roof of Hangar 18, no doubt this would hurt, a lot.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!"

Author's Notes:

Things are escalating in the third of four initial chapters!