"Get out of there right now!”  The voice cracked over the radio.  I was in the middle of the castle, and it would take at least an hour to fight my way back out, unless I got to what we were looking for in this place. 

     “What’s going on out there?”

     “It’s the Feds! They want it more than we do. They got tanks and coppers here.”  I knew this meant they would have sidewinders too.  There goes the idea to get to the objective out.

     “We can’t let them get this!  Do I have any time to at least destroy it, Cannon?”

     “Maybe Sparky, but then you will have one heck of a time getting out.”

     “You know I love trouble! Pull my bike round the east wing and leave me a M249 SAW and M4 with a M203 on it. Then high tail yourself away to the west.  And let them see you!”

     “Alright Sparky. Good luck and Godspeed.” 

     “Good bye, Cannon.  And uses your name stake on them if you can.”  I could not get the jetpack out in time, but it was too advanced to let the Feds have it.  I was running thought the castle maze for at lease another 5 minutes, and then I finally saw it.  I grabbed the C4 from my belt and slapped it on with a motion sensor.  If it was going down, so were some of them.

     Now to get out to the east wing, should be a short run if I did not have to run though a maze.  If I grab the jetpack, I can fly around inside the castle as long as I don’t o over the walls.  I ran back and triggered the C4 to safe mode and hooked myself up to it.  Just get above the walls and fly east.  I looked down at the maze and saw it was actually a calligraphic writing of the company that built the jetpack.  Fusser and Sons INC.

     With the destruction of this last piece, I hoped to end this little war between the Fussers and Shaolins. The Fussers are a Nazi group that has been around sceine Hitler died in 1953.  Yes, 1953.  The Shaolins are the monks from Asian countries. The Shaolins got the United State involved in the Korean conflict just to get Hitler killed.  The government is still part of the Shaolins.  I am of a third group, one without a name, devoted to stopping the war.  All three groups are at war with one another.

     I fly across the castle and touch down a few yards from the east wing exit. Better just to blow this thing up then trying to booby trap it.  I set a timer for 45 seconds.  My bike had better be there.

I bust out of the doors and my motorcycle is there.  Along with a Fusser King known as Justin Beiber. He has a steel mask on, but his chest is not armored.  I reach for my Glock 45, but it is not there. Must have dropped it.  25 seconds to go.  I feel the weight of the knife in my boot, so I reach down and throw it.  I miss, but that is because Beiber is running in to the castle to find the jet pack.  Let the boom destroy him.  I jump on the bike and sling the M4 around to on my back.  I grab the SAW with my left hand and fire up the copper.  Here come the tanks.  I’ll just light ‘em up with the fire hose in the front.  5 second to boom.  I hit the gas and go 0-60 in 3 seconds.  2.1. Boom.  I look in the mirror and I see a mushroom cloud rising.  I forgot the reactors inside the jetpack.  Forget the tanks, too.  To much trouble to take care of them too.

     My bike can only do about 150.  These shockwaves do more than the speed of sound.  I gun my bike up to the maximum and start to pray that I can ride the shock wave.  About a mile away I see a ditch with a covert.  The shock wave will reach me before I get half way there.  I brace for impact and I look back again and see that the “mushroom cloud” is a sticker that Cannon had.  Of course, reactors don’t blow with just some C4! What was I thinking?  But what about the sticker? That is not Cannon’s style.

     It is the signal; Cannon was captured and the Feds left me the bike, just like he would have done.  The Fed’s coppers start to fallow me, and I can’t take it out with what I got.  Only one choice left.  Got to find the Eastern Bikers, they have some AA rockets and hate the Feds.  Heard there is a bar they love only about 5 miles to the south.  I grab the CB and holler, “Any Easterners out there on this channel?”

     “Well, you might have found one.” The voice did sound angry, just like most Easterners are.

     “I got myself in a pinch with some Federal Birds and I am look for your bar, the Blue Oyster, gonna go screaming by in about 2 minutes. And I heard y’all got some rockets there.”

     “Alright, friend. We’ll get on our roof.  How many are behind you?”  

     “I count 3 coppers.”  I hope that I can avoid the coppers guns for the next minute and a half.  If only I had something more that a 5.56 machine gun to fight back with. Don’t want to try the M203 either. I drop the SAW and grab the bars with both hands.  Time to see if I can get over 150.  I open the throttle and pray I don’t fall.  I see 3 missiles flying.  Time flies when you’re scared to death.  I hear 3 booms and start to slow down.  I better go talk to the men that saved my life.  I pull up along the bar and walk in to find more Feds.  They just blew up their own coppers.  Just to get me! 

     I fling the M4 around and start to mow them down, and fire a few grenades.  In seconds all 20 Federal troops are dead or wounded. I jump back on my bike and leave.  There is only one safe place now.  And it is right under their nose.