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[center][h1][color=Lightblue][b]Freedom for the Betterment of Mars [/b][/color][/h1]
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At the ambush site, one sniper gives a thumbs up to the other and grinned under his mask as cheers ring out from below. 
Suddenly several explosions pepper the landscape. Most seem to be missing the FBM troops' location but a few managed to hit the opposite building. Quickly, as the building collapses below the other sniper, the marksman slings his rifle around to find the culprit. In the distance he sees a fleeing Harasser, deducing that it's a survivor of the ambush. He decides it's not worth chasing after the vehicle and quickly exits the rooftop and descends the building's stairs and finds himself on the street. He peers across the road to find the opposite building in shambles. The sniper gives a respectful salute to his fallen comrade then goes to assess the damage.

"Casualty report," the marksman bellows to a nearby fighter that was apart of the ground group.
"Sir, 2 casualties, not including Clark," the troopers eyes dart to the collapsed building for a moment before continuing, "and a few injuries, but nothing serious, sir."
The sniper holds a grim look under his mask, a single hidden tear escaping his war hardened eyes.
"Anything interesting in the wreckage soldier?", the sniper says,  changing the subject.
"In terms of supplies, no sir. However you may want to check out what we found."
The fighter leads the other man over to a group of soldiers who are gathered around like they are betting on a dog fight. The sniper pushes his way through the crowd, and in the middle he finds a single TSDC security member, his bloodied gear clearly reads "Chief". He is restrained and unconscious.
The sniper allows himself to smile. 
"Load him up. We need to get the hell out of here before reinforcements come. John is going to be happy with this."


Back at the mountain base, John has returned from his trip to La Parranda.
Colt meets him in the planning room, greeting the other man with a toothy smile. 
"How'd yer little meetin' with El Hombres go?", Colt quizzed.
"We got a deal done. Got access to this tunnel network they have and recruiting in La Parranda without any resistance from them, as long as the people agree to join, of course." John answers.
Colt's grin grows wider as he says, "Well, hot damn. Some recruiters'll there by morning. Oh n' I got interestin' news n' good news."

"Good news first." Scythe says curiously.

"The convoy is down... N' our boys captured a TSDC hostage." Colt said excitedly.

"Perfect. The interesting news?", the leader questions.

"The TSDC sent outta PSA." Colt answers.

Colt plays the message and John strokes his chin, thinking.

"Well I think we'll send a message right back."

[hider=BREAKING NEWS -- MAN] "This following video message was sent into the MAN by an unknown group. 
[b]Warning:[/b] the following video contains gruesome images."

The video opens up to a bloodied, bruised, beaten man tied to a chair.  He is blindfolded, gagged and shirtless. There is blood flowing from somewhere above his hair line, one of his eyes is black and swollen shut, and cuts cover his body. The words "Profit Inc" are carved into his bare chest. He is wearing a TSDC hat. 
A voice booms from somewhere off camera, "Tyranny is a brand. Corporations enslave Mars for nothing but profit. The greedy swine play checkers with the people of Mars. They'd throw away 15 pawns for the "honor" of one king. They'd commit mass murder before they'd risk not turning a profit. The day has come. The pawns rise up against the kings."
A clear liquid with a blue tint is poured onto the man in bondage.
A match is flicked from off screen onto the man, igniting him in a bright blue flame. Muffled screams try to pry their way out of the man's gagged mouth. His skin crackles and pops, like some sort of sick campfire treat. The camera zooms into the "Profit Inc" located on the man's chest and fades away to the sounds of pure agony.[/hider][/center]