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Within a train tunnel, multiple sounds could be heard as something was grinding on the tracks. After a few moments, Alistair dashed out of the tunnel, then began braking on the tracks. When he stopped, Alistair took a look back at the tunnel he just came out of.

Alistair: (smiling) Alright. I think I gave them the slip.

Alistair turned back to his current surroundings to notice his current surroundings. They differed from the area he previously was. The building were mostly destroyed, there was a darker tone in the surroundings, practically everything was ruined.

Alistair: (still smiling) Where the hell am I?

As Alistair continued looking around, he noticed a belt of grenades on the tracks. He picked it up, curiously.

Alistair: (stops smiling) This is, perhaps, the weirdest place to find this. Did someone just ditch this on the tracks? Or did a train carrying military weapons come through here? Either way, I'm glad I found this before they were run over. Could have killed somebody.

After he picked up the belt of grenades, Alistair could hear a whirring sound in the distance. Almost out of nowhere, a large, humanoid machine leaped onto the tracks and approached Alistair, pointing a submachine gun at him. This machine was very familiar to Alistair, as he had seen examples of them in the past. A voice emanated from the Knightmare through a speakerphone.

Voice: Put your hands up. You have nowhere to run.
Alistair: (scoffs) So, you actually mass-produced those things, huh? Been a while since I've seen those. What is that, a military brand? Seems...different than what I saw.
Soldier: What the hell are you talking about?
Alistair: You don't remember 10 years ago? Back in Marshall, Minnesota. You guys shot me.
Soldier: What's "Minnesota?" I've never heard of such a place.
Alistair: You know nothing of America? Shameful, Mr. Bad Guy, shameful.
Soldier: America? Oh. The country that should have been an extension of our Homeland.
Alistair: Yeah. Except you got screwed out of that once you took back the U.K. Plus, you shot me with those giant robots.
Soldier: This is a Knightmare Frame specifically designed for military purposes-.
Alistair: Dude, that's a robot. You can't deny that fact. Well...vehicular power armor, but you know what I mean.
Soldier: Enough with the distractions! Put your hands in the air, or you will die. You are charged with resisting arrest and aiding a criminal.
Alistair: Before we do this whole "bad guy vs. good guy" scenario, could you do something for me? (shows belt of grenades) I found this on the tracks. Could you put this in the lost and found, or whatever the hell you have for me? (throws belt of grenades)
Soldier: (uses Knightmare's arm to catch belt of grenades) Uh...sure. (opens cockpit and takes belt of grenades, himself) I'll deal with this. Thanks for making sure a train didn't run over this. Innocents would have been killed. (closes cockpit)
Alistair: So, you care about the Japanese, then?
Soldier: The Elevens? Why would I care about them? (laughs)
Alistair: I thought so. Oh, one more question. (holds out left hand, wearing grenade pins as rings) Are the pins necessary?
Soldier: (stops laughing, realizing what Alistair said, then gasps) No! No-!

Before the soldier could reach the grenades, they exploded within the Knightmare, thus destroying it.

Alistair: I'll take that as a "yes." (drops grenade pins onto the tracks) To be honest, that guy needed some fruit in his diet. What else do these guys have? They have VTOLs, tanks, vehicular power armor. They got so much technology, they could probably make a mobile command center.

After Alistair spoke his thoughts out loud, he could hear a large vehicle moving through the desolate streets. When it was in sight, the vehicle had 3 Knightmares escorting it. The vehicle appeared to be armored and utilizing a small set of communication arrays.

Alistair: Speak of the devil. There's one. Now, how am I gonna bust it? Probably should have just shot that guy, instead of pulling all the grenade pins. Wait, yeah! I have armor piercing pistols! What am I talking about? (draws silver and black Desert Eagles) Alright, time to be sneaky. The cockpit shouldn't be as armored as the other parts of the Knightmare. So, everything should be peachy keen.

Once Alistair caught up with the command center and Knightmares, he stealthily followed behind them. As soon as they made a turn, Alistair began his one man ambush and shot at the two Knightmare behind the command center from behind. The Knightmares stood still, since there was no one alive in the cockpit to pilot them. The third Knightmare turned around to see Alistair rollerblading quickly toward it. Alistair jumped over the Knightmare and shot at the cockpit, killing the pilot before they could fire the Knightmare's weapon. Alistair placed his focus on the mobile command center and shot out the tires. With the vehicle incapacitated, Alistair approached it and opened the side door. Inside the mobile command center were four unarmed communications officers.

Alistair: Alright, people. I'm going to need you to exit the vehicle. It is scheduled for destruction and I don't want innocent dudes like you to be harmed by the blast.
Comm Officer: You kill three soldiers but not us!? Who the hell do you think you are!?
Alistair: Sorry, I'm not really seeing any military, just a bunch of anarchic bad guys trying to take over the world. You guys, however, can lead your own lives once you exit the vehicle. Like, right now.
Comm Officer: Forget it! We won't give in to your demands!
Alistair: Eh, more or less advice than demands, really.

Alistair entered the command center and began searching around. He noticed a secret compartment in one of the walls and partially opened it. With very little light to see in the compartment, Alistair could see a small light inside.

Alistair: Huh. Seems like you guys were being used as bait.
Comm Officer: That's right. This mobile base is just a decoy to lure out terrorists.
Alistair: So, you signed a waiver to be suicide bombers?
Comm Officer: Suicide? No, this operation is not a suicide mission. You can't trick me.
Alistair: Really? (fully opens compartment door, revealing armed plastic explosives) Then, explain this.
Comm Officer: How the hell did that get there?!
Alistair: What did I tell you? Bad guys. Now, get out.

The communications officers did as Alistair said and exited the vehicle. Once Alistair was outside the vehicle and a few feet away, he shot at the area where the plastic explosives were located, causing the vehicle to explode.

Alistair: You guys better get out of here. More might show up since I just broke their toys. Are there more of those, by the way?
Comm Officer: No. That was the only one.
Alistair: The only one? What, you bought that thing?
Comm Officer: A large amount of money, out the window.
Alistair: Sucks to be those guys, huh? Well, time for me to go.
Comm Officer: What will you do?
Alistair: Me? I'm gonna explore this area more.
Comm Officer: Explore? What, are you new here?
Alistair: Yup. Straight from America. Catch you on the flipside, yeah?

Alistair left the communications officers to figure out where he is, exactly, reloaded his Desert Eagles, then holstered them. After around 30 minutes of searching for a sign or anything that could tell him where he was, a whirring sound emanated from behind him and a voice rang out.

Voice: You, there! Stop!
Alistair: (thinking, annoyed tone) Mother of God. Are you kidding me? I have to deal with another one of these asswipes?
Voice: You really shouldn't be here. It can get dangerous out here.
Alistair: (thinking in normal tone) Oh, good. He isn't after me. (out loud) Yeah, I can see that. With all these abandoned buildings, people would just have a vantage point and start sniping.
Voice: You should head home, while you still can. Otherwise, I can't guarantee your safety. Hell, I might shoot you, myself.
Alistair: (turns around and looks at Knightmare) What makes you think I can't take care of my own damn self?
Soldier: You... You're not an Eleven.
Alistair: And you're a racist.
Soldier: (clears throat) I...I apologize. I shouldn't have assumed-.
Alistair: No, no, no. Don't apologize for assuming, apologize for being a racist to the Japanese.
Soldier: Yes. The...Japanese. Huh. Why does that sound so much better?
Alistair: What the hell are you even doin' out here, bud? You "on duty" or some crap?
Soldier: That's right! Thank you for reminding me! Those terrorists will rue the day that they crossed Jeremiah Gottwald!

After his yelling echoed throughout the empty streets, Jeremiah's Knightmare began speeding off into the distance. Once Jeremiah left, Alistair questioned what Jeremiah could possibly want in a desolate area and stirred in his thoughts.

Alistair: Wow. That guy is a ham. Jeremiah Gottwald, huh? (laughs) I can actually imagine that name in a Wild West movie. (with Southern accent) "Well, well, well. If it ain't Mr. Jeremiah Gottwald. To what do I owe this unexpected visit to town?" (speaking normally) If that guy survives all the crap that gets thrown at him, I'll be impressed. Now, ever still, where am I?

When Alistair began walking again, he also began to stir deeper into his thoughts.

Alistair: (thinking) Social Darwinism. Imperialism. Racism. Anarchy. Chaos. It's all the same damn thing: corruption. These guys probably think they're doing God's work, but they're not. They're practically defying God, with the way things are going. If they want to fight me, they should just ask. These odds, this "army," is nothing more than a big, fat reference to V for Vendetta. Successors of the Romans, at best. Their thoughts probably translate to "the House always wins." Well, if that's the case, then I'll just have to beat the House. I will await the challenge, then, the House will go bust. And then there's the Japanese. I haven't seen many Japanese citizens on the streets. Either they are becoming less common, or they're afraid to be on the streets. Fear may mean nothing to me, but it means something to others. So, I'll just have to kill that fear, when the time comes.

Meanwhile, back in Tokyo, James was hidden in an alleyway, evading the police forces that were chasing him.

Officer A: The hell did he go!?
Officer B: We lost him!? How the hell did we lose him!?
Officer C: Great. Who's gonna tell Ramsey?
Officer B: I hate that guy.

The officers began walking away, continuing their conversation. Once the officers left, James could slightly relax.

James: Oh, God. I've probably been demoted because of that incident. That man... Why was he so friendly? He wouldn't even put his hands in the air when I pointed a gun at him. Is it...bravery? He was courageous enough to defend me, back there. So social, so intelligent, so...I don't know, morally sound? (sighs) Why is this happening to me? I haven't even gone on a date, yet! I don't have a supportive girlfriend, willing to protect my ass when things get rough! This is...bullshit! And pay day was right around the corner, too. Now, I won't get paid for my work. Hell, I don't even have a job, anymore. Dammit. How can I live, now?

While James was talking to himself, some Japanese civilians saw him and immediately felt threatened, because of his uniform.

James: (sighs) I know, I know. You think I'm one of those assholes, right? Well, guess what? I got fired in the worst way possible, today. I helped somebody, and my crew just pointed their guns at me and started shooting. I have no job, I can't access my bank account, I'm alone. I have had enough shit thrown at me, today. If I look anything like the assholes you've seen, then don't see me as one of them. I hate racism with a passion, and you guys are receiving a very crappy treatment. So, please, for the love of God, don't think that I'm a bad person.
Japanese Civilian A: You're the nicest cop I've ever met.
James: That's kind of you to say.
Japanese Civilian B: Why can't you just go home?
James: I practically don't have a home, at this point. That's the first place a squad would look. If I walk into a bar, a SWAT team would just bust down the doors and kill everyone.
Japanese Civilian A: So, you need a place to lay low?
James: Pretty much.
Japanese Civilian B: Say no more.
Japanese Civilian A: We've got your back.
James: What, you've got a place in mind?
Japanese Civilian A: You may not like it, though. It's in Shinjuku.
James: I don't think they're smart enough to look in a ghetto. Lead the way.
Japanese Civilian B: You got it. I'm Ichika, by the way.
Japanese Civilian A: And I'm Taiga.
James: It's good to meet the both of you.
Ichika and Taiga: Same to you.