The Second American Civil War/Revolution (Open, see sign ups)

[Captain Shelton]

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The year is 2014 and the United States is swamped with domestic terrorism and revolt. Militia groups nationwide express their outrage at the new Socialistic government through increasingly violent means, assassinating Federal Agents, bombing government offices and sometimes even civilain population centers. The rebels range in political view from Conservatives and Libertarians all the way to the extreme fringes of Neo-Nazism. Some groups are white supremacists, others are anarchistic and many are simple Libertarian citizens who demand their nation return to its old style of government. Under the charismatic President Mitchell's administration, America has transformed into a European-style State Capitalist/Socialist regime. Executive orders and a predominantly Pro-Mitchell congress allow the near-repeal of the Second Amendment, the raising of taxes and new economical and environmental regulations. America's citizenry (mainly in the Southern and Western states) are violently against the current Administration and its policies while the lower class and many Northern state citizens are passionate supporters of the President and his new, fair economic policies. Many people join militias and fight back rather than turning in their illegal weapons and though they're determined, the Militias have stiff resistance from the FBI and National Guard as well as their fellow Americans. This is the story of the Second US Civil War and the people that fought, lived, loved and died in it. How will it end? That's anyone's guess and not your concern. Your focus is on the small town of Mayfield, Wyoming. This picturesque farm town has become a hotbed of anti-government activity as of late and the Sheriff's Department has done little or nothing to intervene. So, a Task Force from the Federal Bureu of Investigation has been deployed to Mayfield to find and arrest or eliminate the domestic terror groups that use the small hamlet as a hideout. Neither side is truely good or truely evil, just different shades of grey under different flags. Which flag will you stand under? The Stars and Stripes or the coiled Rattlesnake? Or will you simply remain neutral, trying to live your life as normal despite the turmoil around you? Will you fight out of love for your country, greed, or simple pyschotic hatred?

The choice is yours.




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It was a quiet April day in Mayfield. Cars rolled down the streets at a lazy pace and the townsfolk ambled along the sidewalks with cheerful smiles, occasionally waving at neighbors or friends. The average person didn't know it, but the pieces for the most dangerous chess game in history were being set up all around them. A large, unmarked van sat outside the Sheriff's Office, the FBI Agents responsible for it unloading their equipment inside. A lone man across the street discreetly took photos of the agents, van and boxes of equipment while on the other side of town, at a massive family farm, members of the Libertarian Militia of Wyoming trained and prepared for a fight to the death with their fellow Americans.

This lone man was one Sergeant Matthew J Shelton, a former US Army Special Forces weapons sergeant with several years in Afghanistan under his belt. He stood six feet, four inches tall and had a lean, muscled build. His dark brown hair was shaved down to a buzz and concealed under a tan baseball cap and his dark green eyes were invisible behind a pair of aviators. The SmartPhone in his hand didn't draw any attention and any passerby would assume he was texting rather than snapping pictures of the FBI Agents across the street. The Sheriff and his Deputies had done their Patriotic duty and stayed the hell out of the Militia's way for some time now. In exchange, the LMW had helped them set up and arrest members of some Neo Nazi and white supremacist groups in the area to keep the Federals off their backs. Now though, things had gone too far. The Militia had blown up an IRS office last week and now it looked like the local yokels were being largely relieved of their part in the investigation. Matthew smiled just a little. That was good. He had no qualms about taking down Federal Agents. Having to shoot a Deputy would've been unpleasant.

Satisfied with the pictures he'd taken, Matthew pocketed the phone and pushed off the building he leaned against, turning and taking a few steps then disappearing down an alley and weaving through buildings until he emerged a couple blocks away from the Sheriff's Office. He lifted the phone to his ear and dialed a number,
"Amy, come pick me up. I'm at Maple Avenue by the stop sign."
he said into the reciever. Amy Sanders was one of the newest members of the militia and this was her first job for the group, picking up Shelton after his successful recon mission.

[G33k]

Mike cracked another sunflower seed in his mouth, spitting the remains on the top of the building. He sighed, and could see his breath. Damn this cold.... He thought. He laid prone on top of an old Warehouse in Mayfield. He lifted his small binocs to his head staring at the unmarked van one more time and then rolled out of sight. Pulling himself to his knees he made his way off of the building. I really should stop with the sunflower seeds.... they give away my location.... Ah what the hell. I enjoy it. He dropped off of the last rung of the ladder and his shirt pulled off of his arm a little showing one of his large scars. We know who you are Knight..... What we need from you is who you work for? The Russians? The Czechs? English? Americans? He had barely made it out alive, and this is how they treated him. He dropped to the ground and crossed the street. He pulled his baseball cap down. The FBI Morons shouldn't recognize him, and he KNEW the Sheriff wouldn't either. He saw Megan standing outside and he winked at her. She knew of him, but not who he was. He stood beside her "What's goin' on here Sheriff?" He said trying to remember back to his trainings on covert interrogation.

[DeltaV]

FBI agent Cole Jacobson was being photographed.

He knew it as soon as the man, wearing a baseball cap and sunglasses, raised his phone in his direction. The man seemed to be trying to pretend he was texting, but his thumb came down on the exact same button every time. This theory was further evidenced when the man slunk off into an alley, putting his phone away at the same time.

Well. Well, well, well. About time Cole saw some real action. He stepped into his car, an old beat-up blue car tucked away in an alley behind the mayor's office, and drove off. He knew the town's streets and alleys by heart; he had a giant blown-up map of downtown hung in his study, for Pete's sake. He knew where the alleys would let out, and cruised past every possible exit until he saw the guy emerge and pull out his phone. Cole pulled away, then turned when he was out of sight and parked on the other side of the street from the man, next to some dentist's office. He pulled out his phone and snapped a picture of the man from the safety of the tinted glass, then watched carefully.

The man pulled out his phone and talked for a moment. He seemed to be waiting for someone. So be it Cole thought, and sat back in his chair to wait. He would tail whatever the man got into, maybe get a location of wherever they were hiding out. The pathetic group of 'libertarian' militia-members had no reason to suspect anything - his car hadn't been visible from the street, and there were about a thousand other vehicles the exact same color and shape as his old four-seat car.

But for now, he would watch. Like a hawk, waiting to swoop down on its prey. Cole kicked his feet up onto the dashboard and stared intently at the man through the glass.

[G33k]

Jason Bourne was witting in his apartment in DC. It was extremely stipped down and had very few personal effects, that's what the agency taught you. A small flip phone on the table began to ring. He flicked it open and talked for a moment. The conversation between him and his handler agent Jonathon Bly, consisted of "This is Jason." "Jason... Good. We have an assignment. You're being activated." "Whats the target?" "An Ex Field agent. Originally a Ranger went MIA in Afghan for 3 months. Reported KIA. We burned him in a small Wyoming town." "My orders?" "Eliminate him, but you were never there." "Copy, I'll need his records." "They've already been sent to you. Your plain leaves in an hour." "Understood, Bourne out." The man exited the small apartment after printing out the records. All he had was a brief case and a black back pack.

[tearah]

Amy Sanders

A cellphone rang and Amy picked up immediately. She listened to what Mathew had to say before replying. "Be right there." As she hung up a smile came to her face at the thought of picking up the former soldier. She thought of how well she would complete her first task and the praise that would come along with it. She started up her old green jeep complete with off road tires. She talked to herself as she drove down the street towards Mathew. "He is sexy, but Amy you cannot have a crush on him." She stopped in beside Mathew. She had her hair back in a ponytail, wore a tank top, a pair of denim shorts, and sunglasses. The passenger window was down and she smiled at Mathew and spoke. "Ready to go?"

Megan Howard

The deputy stood on the sidewalk next to her car. She had her right hand resting on her pistol and her other hanging limply at her side as a voice sounded behind her she turned and stared at the man in the ball cap. "Actually it's deputy." She completely stood facing him now. "What can I do for you?" She cocked her head a bit trying to look under the brim of the man's cap.

[Invisible Man]

Burton Haringoth was going to some small-town detail in the middle of Nowhere, Wyoming to flush out a bunch of hicks and their damn militia.

And it was long-term.

And he was gonna have to work with local law enforcement.

Great.

He had received word already that an undercover agent by the name of Jacobson had already arrived, and he decided that he didn't want to interfere. A guy like that undoubtedly needed time, above all, and Burton planned to buy it for him. Of course, time wasn't the only currency involved--there was also the small matter of an iRS building getting blown to hell by the militia. Burton hated his region--well, he hated a lot of the nation south of the Mason-Dixon and west of the Mississippi--but he understood a few things about it.
1. Rather than him looking after it, a rebel sympathizer might get the position instead.
2. He couldn't get the Chicago director job if he tried.
These, combined with a desire for justice, led him to apply when th postion opened.

He felt himself being stared at by multiple locals, and photographed by one. He took a mental note of the man and continue until he reached the Sherrif's Office. No doubt it would be filled with revel sympathizers, but they could take thy up with the Feds--with Burton. "Hello, Sherrif," he said. "My name is Agent Haringoth. FBI." He displayed his badge and leaned on the desk. "What's the situation?"

[G33k]

Amy Sanders

A cellphone rang and Amy picked up immediately. She listened to what Mathew had to say before replying. "Be right there." As she hung up a smile came to her face at the thought of picking up the former soldier. She thought of how well she would complete her first task and the praise that would come along with it. She started up her old green jeep complete with off road tires. She talked to herself as she drove down the street towards Mathew. "He is sexy, but Amy you cannot have a crush on him." She stopped in beside Mathew. She had her hair back in a ponytail, wore a tank top, a pair of denim shorts, and sunglasses. The passenger window was down and she smiled at Mathew and spoke. "Ready to go?"

Megan Howard

The deputy stood on the sidewalk next to her car. She had her right hand resting on her pistol and her other hanging limply at her side as a voice sounded behind her she turned and stared at the man in the ball cap. "Actually it's deputy." She completely stood facing him now. "What can I do for you?" She cocked her head a bit trying to look under the brim of the man's cap.

Mike shrugged "I've been around here a while. Never seen them feds show up." Mike said with a put on accent and slang. "Whatchoo think they're here for missy?" He scratched the back of his head pulling his hat on tighter. At a nearby large city an American Airlines flight set down, and a mysterious man stepped out, bypassing security with nothing but a black backpack and a briefcase. He pulled out his small phone and dialed a number "I'm here." He hung up the phone.

[Captain Shelton]

The Sheriff, a lean man in his early 50s with a grey goatee, gave a grunt of acknowledgement.
"Sheriff Strouper, glad you made it here safely."
he introduced/lied.
"The situation is that it's warm and sunny out today, everyone's in a nice mood and unlikely to get drunk and take a swing at someone and the place has been pretty quiet as of late so I'm afraid the only thing you'll be investigatin' today is paperwork."
he reached behind him on the desk he leaned on casually and pulled around a small cardboard box with several forms stacked in it.
"Some profiles and fact lists the ATF and FBI have been compiling about the Militias out here. Common operating procedures, preferred targets, weapons, tactics, most wanted members etcetera etcetera."
Sheriff Strouper explained, handing the Agent all the files.
"We cleared off a couple desks for you and your boys."
he added helpfully, motioning to the trio of barren desks by the windows.

Matthew walked over to the jeep as soon as it pulled up and leapt into the passenger seat, happy to be off the unnervingly exposed streets.
"Hell yeah. Let's make ourselves scarce. The hair on my neck is standing on end. Last time it did that I got shot at."
he grumbled, tuning the radio to a local country music channel. He left the volume up just enough for the music to be loud background noise.
"I used to think the only people that'd take a shot at me on the street would wear ski masks and shout "Allah Akbar". Now I gotta' worry about anyone with three or more letters on their jackets and a badge."
he sighed, glancing at Amy out of the corner of his eye. He stole a glance a little lower at her mostly-bare legs then fixed his gaze on the road ahead a fraction of a second later. He found her very attractive, but he was a professional and he was working a very, very dangerous job now. He hardly had time to ogle his co-workers.
Co-Conspirators is what dear Uncle Sam would call them.
he thought dryly.
Domestic Terrorists. Hah. I'm not trying to terrorize anyone, especially not innocent civilains. If I was, I wouldn't still be stuck here, I'd be accepting President Mitchell's official surrender aboard the USS KissMyAss.

"How you holdin' up nowadays Amy?"
Matt asked, watching the town go by. He was outwardly relaxed but his hackles were still raised and he was sure something inconvenient or dangerous was going to happen. He was reassured only by the weight of the revolver strapped to his ankle.

[DeltaV]

Cole watched the Jeep drive off. He gave it thirty seconds, then pulled off the curb to follow. He did it in a sporadic fashion, taking side roads and switching lanes often so he wouldn't be noticed. It wasn't hard; neither of the two people who had been in it seemed to be focused on anything but the road, and perhaps talking to each other.

He hadn't been able to get a good view of the other person in the care; they had pulled up to the curb, facing the other way. Oh, well. Likely they would get out eventually, and then he would have both their pictures and their locations. He could drop them by the sheriff's, or maybe show them to the locals, and then he would have names and addresses as well. One thing these folks didn't seem to have was sense of secrecy. Oh, let's meet up in broad daylight on a busy road after pointing our cameras in the exact directions of the FBI agents who're hunting us! Please.

What they probably were, though, was well-armed. A bit nervously, Cole fingered the pistol in a holster by his hip. He'd gone up against this kind of thing and came out before, but not in this country. What have things come to, he thought dryly.

[tearah]

Megan Howard

Megan continued to stare at the man then finally shrugged. "Probably just a field base for investigating the bombing nearby." She took a slow step towards him and looked up into the shadow orbit hat. "What did you say your name was?"

Amy Sanders

Amy sat quietly in the driver's seat staring at the road while listening to Matthew. At his comment about men on ski masks she finally spoke up. "We all knew it would come to this eventually." She reached over with her left hand and rubbed his shoulder. "We're doing the right thing though." She put her hand back on the steering wheel. We have to be doing the right thing, she thought to herself. She reached up pushing the visor up. "Well mom and dad don't leave the house anymore. Other than that we've been fine. My sponsors dropped me for my involvement in the recent protest so I'm not in the MMA anymore." She sighed and leaned back a good bit in the seat.

She put the jeep into four wheel drive and took a right off the road onto a dirt path that headed for the farm lands. "What's gonna happen if we don't win Matt? I'm not gonna quit, but I'll admit I am scared."

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Megan Howard

Megan continued to stare at the man then finally shrugged. "Probably just a field base for investigating the bombing nearby." She took a slow step towards him and looked up into the shadow orbit hat. "What did you say your name was?"

Amy Sanders

Amy sat quietly in the driver's seat staring at the road while listening to Matthew. At his comment about men on ski masks she finally spoke up. "We all knew it would come to this eventually." She reached over with her left hand and rubbed his shoulder. "We're doing the right thing though." She put her hand back on the steering wheel. We have to be doing the right thing, she thought to herself. She reached up pushing the visor up. "Well mom and dad don't leave the house anymore. Other than that we've been fine. My sponsors dropped me for my involvement in the recent protest so I'm not in the MMA anymore." She sighed and leaned back a good bit in the seat.

She put the jeep into four wheel drive and took a right off the road onto a dirt path that headed for the farm lands. "What's gonna happen if we don't win Matt? I'm not gonna quit, but I'll admit I am scared."