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- Posted: Sat, 02 Feb 2013 21:29:37 +0000
Madeline sat in her small apartment, a bare apartment with just a bed in one corner and clothes on the other side in her closet but an apartment none the less. Life had not been easy ever since her country had fallen and she was released, forced, from duty. She was proud to be a soldier, she was proud of her unit and those who fought along side of her, but all of that was stripped away from her. The memories and visions haunt her and the only way that she can get rid of them is to drown them out with the very bottle of whiskey that she held in her hand right now. Losing everything she only saw one way out and that was to take her own life, but somehow and somewhere she was reminded of a different path. When she joined, her dream was to make a world where there would finally be peace among the countries and among the people... Yes it was a naive girlish dream, but a dream none the less. She took another drink from the bottle of JD then caped it and placed it in her fridge. She didn't have to worry about work cause it was soon going to be shut down by the government and with the fact that she didn't join the new world military she was pushed out of their safe society, she wore the uniform but not their uniform and there for was treated like crap.
She looked at the America flag which hung on her wall right next to her Class A uniform and her Multi Cam uniform, both on hangers. they brought back the memories of what she was fighting for and felt that something needed to be done. All of the resistance fighters in the area were being slaughtered and she was responsible because she was the local and almost only weapons dealer in all of the slums. She was tired of sitting back and watching these young men and women dying in this underground war, she wanted to get into the fight. she was tired of moping around and feeling sorry for herself. She wanted to take action and make a difference like she did before. Now was the time more than ever. 'I will never quit, I will never accept defeat, I will never leave a fallen comrade.' she repeated in her head over and over again to get herself ready.
Once she was sober she got up and showered and changed into her old uniform and left for the local bar, fully strapped to the teeth. M4A2 Rifle with A COG scope and 203 attachment, and M9 Beretta, 400 rounds for the M4 and 80 for the side arm, she was ready for war. She was tired of sitting back and she was going to fight. She didn't care if she had to do it on her own, She was going to fight and she was going to either win, or die trying and leave the enemy with a nasty cut that the others could attack and hopefully bring them down. She was fighting for her home, her people, her land, but most of all she was fighting for the flag that rested on her shoulder. She approached the back of Sangria after some time and knocked on the door. She waited silently sitting on a trashcan and lit her cigarette. She needed to know what she was going up against with the tech that they new world had and she needed to find a hole that was vulnerable, better to ask someone rather than not know at all and the bartender was the best person for the job. He always knew everything.