FUBAR- The Real Life Supervillian

[Gul_Reah]

Introduction

Wesley Gibson: Enjoy your goat f@&!^%g Mr. Rictus.
Rictus (indignant): I don't f@&! goats, Mr. Gibson, I make love to them!

Wanted- by:Mark Millar and JG Jones



May 5, 2017 Mexico City
Translated from Spanish

"It was with heavy heart, that I signed the transfer agreement." The Mexican President looked down, "Our northern neighbors have abandoned us. I was left with but one choice. The people of Mexico have now and forever tied their fates to Director FUBAR."

The Mexican President bowed his head as he was taken away. Men in black cami's, tossed the Mexican president against the closest wall. As he screamed, They opened fire with cameras still rolling.

A well dressed and knock dead gorgeous Latino woman walked to the podium, followed by Her tight dress showed her cleavage and most of her other assets, "My fellow citizens of Olmec, I am your new regional governor Rosialina DeCortez. Director FUBAR sends his personal regrets to you the people of Olmec that he is unable to be here. Pressing matters of state occupy his time."

She presses a button she is holding and the screens get live feed. Energy weapons are discharging and people are scream. Drones are dropping napalm into a fortified compound. A woman comes screaming out of the compound aflame.

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The scene being seen cuts to a man on his knees. His white suit is dirty as he is kneeling in the dirt. Tears fill his eyes, "You basta..."

He doesn't get a chance to finish, as a black gloved hand yanks him off of his knees. "FUBAR, gave you all a chance to surrender." A male voice in a leather mask spoke, "And you refused."

As their boss is choking, one of the LTs on his knees speak., "We received no notice."

Snapping the bosses neck, then walking over to the LT. "Oh contrary to popular belief you did." The armored men secured the other four men and two women.

As he was picked up by the neck, "Wh..." The sound of choking filled the air.

"Two years ago, FUBAR told all of the Mexican druglords that The streets of Cali to Florida where his. You do not sell or buy anything under the table with out giving FUBAR his cut. You ignored him. So know your country is no more."

He then snapped the drug LT's neck. The scene played out on the last six as the camera watched.

"Back to you Gov," the masked man spoke to the Camera.

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Composing herself, "The good people of Olmec have nothing to fear. My office is open to you the people. The ones who claim to be cartels have been declared NGO terrorist organizations. Olmec policy is simple. Death to the terrorist. If you are a member of one of these NGO terrorist organizations turn your self in. We will let you live. As with the terrorist who you saw executed, you have been warned."

For the next ten minutes the regional Governor went on about future projects. Each designed to give the Mexican economy a boost and a place in the present world market.

"We will boosting the Olmec Economy by introducing new manufacturing business. We will be building new industries among the multiple key element of the directors plan. We are providing the hope and change necessary for our economy to move forward."

Among the key elements of note was a new school system to be instituted. Focusing in completely new and experimental directions. "...making sure every citizen of Olmec has an education surpassing all other first world countries."

She looked at the small crowd present, "In closing I accept the Wisdom of Director FUBAR, of Olmec. I am glad you are joining me and celebrating our new freedom from political oppression."

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White House-

The Secret Service Agents and marines lay dead in a pile. FUBAR laughed as the President pissed himself. He turned off the big screen TV.

"Relax moron one..." Looking down at the dead bodies, "You know you should have rehired those previous agent that got fired over hookers. Bad boys put up more of a fight." Seeing the fear in the eyes," I am not here to kill you. Your not worth it. Your running the country into the ground and the math states the US will fall in two generations three at the outset. DC will be sacked just like Rome. You pose no threat to me. I am here to send you and the rest of the federal government a message. Stay out of Olmec affairs."

Standing up as he heard the marines firing and shouting they where on there way, "We will hunt you down."

Smiling, "They teach that to the elites in the college you went to." Tapping the side the laptop on the desk with his armored hand. As a photo appeared on the screen, "See I do not think that the..."

A marine made it through the front double door. "Get do.."

As he vaporized the marine, he closed his eyes in his armor. Shaking his head, "POTUS lets make this simple." He motioned and an excell sheet popped up. "Besides the photos, I also have copies of all the bribes."

Taking his laptop, "Where did you get this?"

"Its a copy of just this years cash flow into your pockets. This is a table that leads to other tables. "

"With all the names and dates," the President looked shocked.

"Here's the deal, a rouge terrorist member of a Cartel attacked the white house and congress. With the brave sacrifice of the a few marines you where saved. " Pausing, "No spies or assassination attempts, No backstabbing the Olmec, and in fact you will ask for our aide in joining you in a coalition to hunt down the drug cartels as part of the war on drugs."

"Congress," the POTUS weakly responded.

"Is composed of more then 535 corrupt members. Who where much easier to screw with. They will back you in this matter." Looking at the look of anger on his face, "Relax. High stress kills." FUBAR blast another marine who makes it to the POTUS. "Have a nice day."

[Gul_Reah]

I propose a Constitutional Amendment providing that, if any public official, elected or appointed, at any level of government, is caught lying to any member of the public for any reason, the punishment shall be death by public hanging.
L. Neil Smith


May 21, 2017
Valley of Mexico, Olmec

24 hours interview-
Part one of three
Live -ten minutes in

Mrs. Howlett:
So how do you justify the fact you have banned the major networks from reporting the news in Olmec? Yet, You stated in your State of the Directorate address that you would be adopting an American style constitution. Arent you being hypocritical?


FUBAR:
The idea behind American freedom of speech translates to this. The British had used a very old idea in suppression of speech. Those in power wanted to ensure that people could speak out against them. That the colonies would essentially be their serf's with no hope of every changing their fates.

The founders of America decide to do their best to prevent that from happening.

In my opinion it worked for a little bit of time.


Mrs. Howlett:
Your avoiding the question, Director. You sound like every ...


FUBAR:
Other politician. No mam, do not insult me. Its why I decided, I am having this conversation here so I can finish my statements.

Carrying on, Flash forward the conversation to today. We have a media that is mostly advertisements and propaganda.


Mrs.Howlett:
Please we are journalist and hold ourselves to a higher standard. You cant play a game of blame the media. The question was...


FUBAR:
Over why I am not allowing you criminals loose in Olmec?

The answer is easy. I could play the card of the apparent marriage of the media to a certain presidents campaign. I could even go with how you agree with other stations not to run news under certain circumstances because a news-person might be embarrassed.

I decided to cite the case of your network. It killed a story on the Business Plot in 1995ish, five minutes before it aired. It was because it embarrassed certain wealthy families still in power in America.


Mrs.Howlett:
Please, free speech is..


FUBAR:
Just about dead in America. Slowly dying as you try and mold the populace to your political spectrum of beliefs. I see no need to let your networks pollute fairness and unbiased reporting in Olmec


Mrs.Howlett:
So Director FUBAR if you think the great american journalistic idea is dead, why did you agree to do this interview?


FUBAR:
Game theory states that I need to assure the US populace, I mean no threat to you. Please note, I did not mean the US Government. I see it falling of internal corruption. I see no need to go north. My plan in dealing with my former country is to just sit here and watch.


Mrs.Howlett:
So your whole reason for doing this is to assure the American people. You then state you feel the American government is corrupt and will fall of its own accord? And the Country of Olmec will do nothing at all.

FUBAR:
As we speak the last bits of an UHF sonic fence has gone up. Your news cast in fact is reporting this first. My purpose is to protect the people of Olmec from Americans.

Mrs.Howlett:
So now you are Protecting the people of Olmec.

What about the executions? What about the American journalist you fed into a woodchipper that is on youtube? What about the members of amnesty international your men used as target practice?

FUBAR:
Do not forget sinking of that Greenpeace terrorist attack-craft! One torpedo and she went down. The crew and craft where then kidnapped and forced to work at McDonalds for eternity. Or at least till they paid back the cost of the torpedoes.

Oh, my bad. You can use high emotionally valued twisted words, but I am not allowed to.


Mrs: Howlett
That hasnt been reported anywhere, your treating this interview like a joke.


FUBAR:
You heard it here first.

snorts through his mask and laughs

I used experimental technology and sorted the guilty from the innocent. Those people my programs said could be made working members of society where. Those who where not, we harvested their organs for those who needed it. I believe I sent most of the organs to the Children's Hospitals in america. I will not tolerate those who commit heinous crimes my programs revealed. And to be blunt , like the IRS I do not like competition.

The would chipper thing is easier to explain. Your journalist colleague decided to smuggle supplies to those who would harm Olmec citizens. In exchange for me not killing them, the former cartel members fed her into the chipper.

As for amnesty international, your own government requires permits to protest. The protesters did not pay for permits, so by law I am allowed to remove them. They resisted the lawful orders they had received five days earlier, that they had to have permits to protest.


Mrs Howletts:
So the men you had 'executed had their organs harvested. Then you sent the organs to Childrens hospitals across america.

The Cartel members fed the journalist into the wood chipper. You then granted the immunity from execution.

And Amnesty International never payed for permits and resisted being removed.

You expect us to buy this?


FUBAR hands her a manila envelopes


FUBAR:
This is all the evidence to answer your 'Progressive Movements' attempts to smear my good name.

The technology used to prove their guilt and ability to change is Classified by the Olmec Government.

We have the whole shipping attempt from our stealth drones. Proving the journalist where more then journalist.

And a copy from my personal email R L S V _ FUBAR at yahoo dot com of the email I sent to Amnesty International. They were told that it would cost them ten pounds of gold and ten pounds of silver per person to protest.

I guess these people think they are above the law and do not have to play by the rules like you and me

Mrs. Howlett scowled as she realized this interview was getting away from her

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Over the next hour they covered several topics. Each time he disagreed with her interpretations of events he had prepared statements and reason ready.

Mexico's old bankers now wore slave like collars. this was until they paid back all the money they had stolen from the Olmec people

With US being the first to recognize the new government, Olmec was preparing to sit her new ambassador to the UN.

In a joint declaration live on TV he had declared a new era of peace with the US. he pledged to send new Olmec Troops to Afghanistan to aid in the war on terror.

These new electronic fences he stated where to keep US citizens from migrating to Olmec.

The Olmec dollar was backed by 30% hard currency.

Construction had begun on water desalinization plants. With storage areas being constructed for it.

Historical conspiracies, such as the Smithsonian destroying parts of the Olmec peoples history. He even pointed to the tribes of japanese/mexican hybrid people, in the hills of Olmec,

The first part of the interview ended with the fact Mrs. Howlett had not gotten FUBAR to talk about who he became a RLSV.

He laughed at her as the camera faded away.

[Gul_Reah]

An honorable Peace is and always was my first wish! I can take no delight in the effusion of human Blood; but, if this War should continue, I wish to have the most active part in it.

John Paul Jones



Valley of Mexico, Olmec
Office of the Regional Governor


Rosialina DeCortez smiled as she listened to the Ambassador from China. He was attempting to negotiate an exclusive deal with the regional governor. When he saw it was not going anywhere, he switched to perhaps they could make a secondary arrangement. When that tactic was going nowhere, he turned quite hostile and quietly threatened the regional governor.

At first the Regional Governor got quite angry causing The Guard, assigned her by FUBAR himself, to even tense. Then they all took a step back and went into classic parade stance. A smile crossed her face, as she too realized what was about to happen.

"And my government will see to, "The Chinese ambassador jumped out of his skin. A six feet, seven inches tall man in armor, seemed to appear out of nowhere.

"Go ahead Ambassador, finish your statement. The Chinese government will do what? Are you challenging my country on a personal level or on behalf of your country? Are you informing me that a state of war exist between Me and China? "

"That not what I said," regaining his composure.

The regional governor picked up her private com. After a moment, "Director FUBAR, the Russian ambassador wishes to speak with you immediately. Apparently the Chinese cant get ahold of their ambassador and wish to offer their apologies. The former Ambassador does not speak for China."

Electronically filtered, "Very well. Since the chinese are watching this on a live feed, they can answer this. Is this Chinese citizen of any diplomatic status and as such behaving on behalf of his government? Or is this man a world traveler subject to Olmec laws as a guest of mine? The difference means everything to me."

A shocked look passes over the former Ambassadors face, "This conversation was broad cast."

"Worldwide," Regional Governor DeCortez spoke. As she listened on the phone,"Director FUBAR, the Chinese have stated that they have yet to send any NEW ambassadors to Olmec. They do wish that in the interest of peace, that the former Ambassador be expelled per standing agreements between all Civilized countries."

FUBAR looked at the Regional Governor, he grimaced through his mask. He motioned and the line with the Russian ambassador went dead, "They didnt say please." FUBAR grabbed the former ambassador by the head and dragged him down the hall.

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Ten minutes later

He dragged him to a row of rooms that served as advanced detention facilities.

"You cant do this! You heard..."

He got dropped hard by FUBAR, "Now your country has forced me to do this damn it." The Chinese man in the cell was back against the wall. He was shaking his head violently as his plasiti-steel door slide open star trek style.

"Hm-uh," and he went just about wild.

"To the leaders of the PRC I want you to watch this." FUBAR pointed to a place in the ceiling. "Because of your this man in my custody has to die." He pointed to the former Ambassador, as he started to choke up. "He insulted the Olmec people, but is protected by our friendship. As well as the Olmec peoples place in , the FAMILY OF NATIONS."

The former ambassador was on his knees crying tears, "Thank you for your friendship with my na.."

He got kicked in the ribs by an unseen attacker. As he spit up blood two more armored people appeared out of thin air. One of them put his knee in the ambassador's back and pulled his hair upward. "Watch," the other one whispered in his ear.

Turning back to the man in the cell, FUBAR approached. He grabbed the man by the head, "This is the Head of the Triads in North America. He is wanted in multiple countries for a laundry list of crimes. He has been a guest in Olmec for last three days." Shaking his armored head for effect, "He dishonored his family, especially his wife, when abused one of the little ones under my protection. He confessed to the crime after being questioned by our local Guardians. In China the sentence for his previous crimes alone is death. This last one leaves no doubt."

FUBAR crushes the Triad members head like a mellon.

The former ambassador eyes go wide. Unbeknownst to him the world watched his eyes upclose. "Please no, do not return me to them they will kill me."

"I am sorry citizen, you demanded I return you to your home country. So be it. Escort this man to the Russian embassy." FUBAR walks out and the world watches the others in the confined spaces. FUBAR walks slow enough that each mans face is got on camera.

A small laugh escapes FUBAR as the Cameras cut out.

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Chinatown (Los Angeles, CA)
Small shop

An older Chinese man laughs and turns off the computer. A much younger man walks in and nods his head, bowing.

In mandarin, "What are your orders, Elder."

"Send word we request the honor of killing the former ambassador. His wife and children are off limits. He dishonored them as well." Pausing, "Suggest that the wife be allowed to kill him for dishonoring her. I feel she was shamed the most."

"I think that is a reasonable request, elder." The young man bowed and left.

I will have to teach him manners as well. To be young again.

It caused his thought to move to the deal he had made. What would FUBAR want eventually for doing this for him? He was now in charge for the NA region. The price of power, left him with what would it extract from him.

[NomadicSky]

So basically someone took over Mexico who used to be an American.

[Gul_Reah]

I hope your enjoying it..

update soon-

[NomadicSky]

Yeah it fucking rocks, we need a map tho,.Or is it just Mexico? For some reason I imagine it including the whole of Central Latin America to Colombia.

[Gul_Reah]

He who passively accepts evil is as much involved in it as he who helps to perpetrate it. He who accepts evil without protesting against it is really cooperating with it.

Martin Luther King, Jr.



Government, even in its best state, is but a necessary evil; in its worst state, an intolerable one.

Thomas Paine


San Diego, Ca
Unnamed Beach, private house


"Relax Colonel," The heavier set man smoking a cigar spoke. "I can still smoke on my own property, I think." His white skin had a mixed burned/tan look.

"Scipio, that is not what I am worried about. I came here in person because we are in deep horse $%!^ . You remember about two weeks ago when a few of the Cartel members attack the white house."

Smiling Scipio let the memory hit him, "Yes, I do. Seemed odd, but couldn't have happened to a better guy."

"Listen," Colonel Hightower spoke, "Do you have a ECM and ECCM running?"

"You should know by now I do." He looks at Colonel Hightower, "Just Exactly how bad was this?"

"Suffice it to say, It was one man." Hightower looks Scipio dead in the eye, "He wiped the floor with security."

A beep came back from Scipio's walls. He froze and looked back into his house as the sounds rose in volume. He walked inside with his cigar and motioned for the Colonel to follow. As soon as the Colonel walked through the door, the whole room transformed.

As he jumped, All visible exits covered with white plastic looking walls. "Scipio what is going on?"

As air fans turn on, sucking out the cigars smell. Scipio looked directly at Hightower, "Colonel you have my undivided attention. Nobody has ever known how to bypass my first level of security. Let alone find my systems."

"Are you familiar with the Real Life Super Villain FUBAR?"

"Your kidding me right? Are you joking? He sounded like one of your patsies."

"Scipio, no I am not." Seeing his friend eye him weirdly, "He is not one of ours. He broke into the White House, killed the secret service and Marines Guarding the president, then he gave orders to the president, And well,,, he just left. The President Hasnt left Cheyenne since he gave the announcement of our joint efforts with our new neighbors."

Closing his eyes, "Is she ok?"

"The first lady is not okay. He killed her Secret Service Agents right in front of her." Colonel Hightower was getting a little bit hot under the collar, "We just found out he was responsible. The President has devolved into paranoia it seems."

"So what took so long Hightower?"

Realizing he left out info, " It took so long because the first lady just found a way to secretly communicate with us." He looked directly at Scipio, "The bastard directly threatened two thirds of the US government. And until now he has gotten away with it."

"Two Thirds?"

Looking like a cross between embarrassed and hurt, "We confirmed yesterday he got a lot of the house and the Senate."

Like a predator on the great plains who caught a scent, Scipio's eyes narrowed. "No your leaving something out." He stared deeply at Hightower, "You said he killed all the people guarding the Government, yet no one died. Yet your bee is in a bonnet." Peering deeper,"What did he tell the President?"

Hightower looked down, as the words softly left his lips. "That the President of the United States was not worth killing. Due to our corruption we would fall. To sum it up he made it clear we were not worth the effort."

Scipio was laughing, and laughing deeply.

"What so funny," Hightowers face was turning more red? "It is not a laughing matter, General Rebecca Schultz committed suicide this morning. She accepted full responsibility for the breach of security."

"He told the whole world that during the interview on 24 hours." Shaking his head, "Now your up in a tizzie because someone broke in and insulted you. Then they left. How is this a clear and present danger to the american people."

Hightower pulled out a sheet of paper and tossed it at Scipio. "The bastard had DNA test results. You see he blackmailed 2/3 of the american government." The colonel watched as Scipio read the results, "Yes the President knows the child in question is your child. He read all the material he was handed."

Scipio sat stoned face, as he re-read the results.

Colonel Hightower then went for the personal touch, "Open the damn door I want out."

"Scuse me?"

"I can see I am wasting my time. The First Lady begged for us to get you. Something about you being the last real man she had met. I agreed because I know you personally." Pausing for effect, "Scipio, he has killed our spies we had in the area. Our attempts at infiltrating his electronic networks are failing completely. We are facing a wall of silence and it worries us. However, I can see your not worth ..."

"Get your feathers down. I... am a little shell shocked. Who is up at bat in the agency?"

Smiling like a cat who got the canary, "So your in?"

[Chris]

Cool!

Chris

[Gul_Reah]

People sleep peaceably in their beds at night only because rough men stand ready to do violence on their behalf.

George Orwell


San Diego, Ca
Unnamed Beach, private house

Scipio sat in his techno- rock garden. (The rock sat in the middle of micro-lcd lined room) The air flow was lightly tinged with the smell of fresh flowing sea air. A computer generated the sounds of the oceans using algorithms to mimic all the the life forms it had observed on the beach.

His Mind was in the process of going over all the information he had available. The NSA had provided everything it and even thought that was massive it still did not get the results needed. Taking a deep breath, "Abbie babygirl, please run all the information made available with the same routine used for the life forms."

"Is this to specifically focus on the FUBAR file?"

"Madame you are to good to me. Yes Mam, All screens.Lets see ifI cant get this to dance."

The scene changed from the ocean as seeming chaos emerges. In middle of the data storm that would overwhelm most people. As hours passed,Certain details begin to emerge...

As more of the interview with 24 Hours ran, Scipio ran. Google Terra ran focusing on a singular state. Cross referencing began in Ernest.

"You beautiful Bastard I got you!" Scipio stood up on his rock, as the data begin to order itself, "I GOT YOU!"

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Nobody ever defended anything successfully, there is only attack and attack and attack some more.

George S. Patton



Afghanistan,
Iranian Border

The Marines had been pinned down for the fifth time today. The Taliban insurgents seemed to multiply like the cock roaches they were. "Screw single shot, kill them if you can, the best way you can."The Marines followed the First Lt orders as he layed down cover fire for the docs. "Sargent," The First Lt yelled.

"Little busy Sir. Alright you inbred mountains turds, You heard the LT. Attach bayonets." After pausing, "You need vagisil still sir."

"Sargent, Remind me to put you on report when we get back. After I kill the moron we call a general,who left us out here with no reinforcements."

As the marines threw the last of their grenades, "Yes sir. Remind you to fill out the good General's I D ten T form. " He mowed down another insurgent but the his clip was empty.

Several others had the same result, causing the Sargent to call for an ammo count.

The First LT was mad, "My first damn command and I get Goatf^%$ed by a General." As he emptied his side arm, "I didnt even get dinner first."

The formerly thought destroyed radio skwaked partially.. Which caused both the sargent and 1st LT to go wide eye" repeat... Olmec unit rein... Air drop commencing, 32... ar... divison..... Roge...."

The first LT just about jumped into fire. He reached the wounded radio box. Laying on his back, "Message Garbled, Pinned down.Low on Ammo. Sit rep is.."

A huge older C130 was clearly visible. Men where performing a jump from the back. The Insurgents had switched targets and opened fire on the C130.

Desperately the First Lt yelled, "No, we are pinned down air dropping in will get you mowed down. The insurgents.." The Radio did its true swan song and fried. A nice huge spark flashed, after which the 1st LT threw the part he had.

Sarge watched the sky, "Hold fire. Do not fire unless the enemy advances." He crawled to the first LT. "Sir, are you watching this?"

The C130 after having delivered its cargo via air drop took a hit. A law rocket hit the side of the plane. Instead of crashing, the old bird banked. She flew right back at the insurgents. As they tried to fire, the old bird dropped incendiaries on them. As she pulled up she she begin to turn again. she was banking to come back and fire on the insurgents again.

Having not been professionals the insurgents just about forgot the airdrop. The pinned marines however watched closely these men from Olmec. The men from the air drop could be seen by the flare of their weapons discharge.

"Are you seeing this Sargent?"

"Yes sir," The Sargent grabbed a pair of binoculars from a wounded man. The ground where these Olmec troopers bullets were hitting was busting into flame.

"Thoughts," the first LT asked. It still had taken the Sargent a little bit of time to get used to this. Turns out the kids father had been in the Navy, and the kid was good. The idea of asking for ideas from the enlisted was a damn good idea, it surprised him that a book learned officer was doing it. He would look the first LT's father and shake his hand. He had done a good job.

"Hollow point rounds. With flamable material."

Another PFC sniffed the air, "Might be a banned substance like napalm."

The Sargent Nodded, as they watched the Olmec troopers. "Sir, still no parachutes deployed."

As he took the binoculars from the Sargent, "I'll be damned, here confirm sargent."

The Sargent took the binoculars as three of the men in the air executed a turn out of the formation. As he saw the men, " Son'uve.. Confirmed sir. The Olmec wont need parachutes. Confirmed the airborne troops are firing into the enemy."

Him and the first Lt were laughing, "Sargent remind me to add it into the after action report. I want to see that moron in charge's reaction to this. I think he forgot to inform the Olmec command that they have to follow his rules of war. "

The C130 made another pass at the insurgents.

"Yes, sir. "

"Have the men take care of the wounded. Collect ammo and give it to our best shooters."

They watched the Olmec's rounds hurt the enemy, increasing devastation as they landed. The same effect took place when the rounds hit humans. Although quite a few made holes, a smell of burning flesh reached the formerly pinned down marines.

"Sir, there is a General Horseshoe here. He is asking to speak with the highest ranking survivor of this clusterf^%&." The pfc paused," He requested face to face."

"The three that broke formation," the Sargent smiled. "One was a General?"

"Me and sarge are on our way. Let the allied General Know."

The firefight continued as the scream of burning insurgents reached the men they had pinned down, who now could only smile.

[Gul_Reah]

Democracy cannot succeed unless those who express their choice are prepared to choose wisely. The real safeguard of democracy, therefore, is education.

Franklin D. Roosevelt


LA, California
Former Z territory

SWAT moved in for the kill. With weapons blazing, they killed all they encountered. As each thug fell, eventually Reaching a bedroom, the SWAT team got a nasty surprise.

With his back turned, an armored figure stood there.

The SWAT team engaged the hostile to their own detriment. The closet one got pimp slapped. Her neck snapped when over a three hundred pounds of psi connected to her face.

Her partner had only enough time to see the infant in the armored figures arms. The armored man blasted the head off of the SWAT member.

He turned and blasted another hole out the window/wall. Some parts of the walled embedded in a few SWAT members.

As he walked out holding the infant, he saw an ambulance. He walked towards it. SWAT started yelling at him. Switching weapons, a pulse knocked down the SWAT members before they could fire, as he pointed at them.

The medic froze as she stood face to face with the ruler of Olmec. News cameras were running and recording the scene. The Director of Olmec placed the crying infant on the stretcher in front of the Medic. "Take care of her. I have to go deal with a few morons."

The infants cry snapped the Medic out of it. She began checking for injuries. "I need to get her to safety," she barked to the Director.

He looked at her,"Your either very stupid or really good at your job. Let us hope for both your sakes it is the later." One handed, He picks up the whole stretcher and puts it into the ambulance. The emt follows, "Take her to the Children's Hospital and call my embassy. Let them know that she is a citizen of Olmec and as such I am PERSONALLY covering the bill. I want my private physician at the embassy to treat her. The tell them that both me and her have been attacked by members of LAPD." He slammed the door shut. The driver had heard the conversation and hit the gas.

As the car speed off members of SWAT start to surround FUBAR, he stares at them. His armor tells him that the ambulance has made it to the main roads safely.

As the SWAT members are yelling for him to get on the ground, He kicks the streetsweeper into the air. "So LAPD has declared war on me." He punctuates it with killing the one SWAT member closet to him with the automatic-shotgun.

As the one who told him to get on the ground is trying to crawl away, he puts an armored boot on his back. "NO, I do not think I will comply." Ignoring the pleading of the SWAT officer, he kicks off the helmet. Putting the streetsweeper were the back helmet used to protect, FUBAR pulls the trigger.

The Cameraman recording this winces and the anchor pukes.

A sniper's bullet hit FUBAR in the side of the head. It causes FUBAR to pause, and watch the bullet hit ground. His internal systems had tracked the sniper. The high pitch whine pierced the air as the Director's Armor fired its own sniping round. The whine was from the rail gun accelerator as it fired. The sniper fell from the roof he was on and hit the ground hard.

FUBAR just walked back into the house. As he did members of SWAT had re-emerged and observed the scene they saw. The where confronted by the violence laid out before them.

Three minutes and a few screams later,FUBAR emerged from the house with an old sword drawn. The camera crew was back on its game as the reporter pointed that blood appeared to already be falling off the old sword.

Helicopters landed with multiple marines and men in suits jumping out. Of the latter, they were Flashing badges, ordering the SWAT and locals to put there weapons back in there holsters.

Another smaller man approached FUBAR, who had his badge displayed. "Abel State Department, Our apologies Director. " Calmly spoke, trying to defuse a tense situation, "These actions by locals, are not representative of

"Why should I not kill them? I am here to discuss economic co-ventures with various US officials and They attacked me for no reason." FUBAR spoke angrily.

One of the officer tried to say something but he was drowned out as more helicopters landed. Marines poured out armed to the teeth.

"Listen here officer," the angry little man from the State Department spoke. "You and your men may have just caused an international incident." Pointing to the cameras, "The whole world just watched you open fire on the leader of Olmec as he was trying to protect a child !"

"Thats not what happened," the SWAT officer spoke."We were serving a warrant..."

Yelling at the SWAT officer, "NO, do not include any other part of the US government in this. Your team and the rest of the LAPD have caused an international incident."

Another helicopter was landing, as four old looking Apaches circled. The landing helicopter (an upgraded Chinook) bearing the Olmec flags, now blocked the road. Multiple armed Olmec guards piled out, escalating the situation. They circled the Director and faced off with the Marines, which caused the Marines to also deploy.

"Abel," Director FUBAR spoke as he looked directly at the cameras. "I want you to deliver a message to the governors of California, New Mexico, Arizona, and Texas. The country of Olmec is canceling all agreements we had made. Not a single factory will go up, no recycling centers, hydro-farms, and we are not investing a dime in your country. You assaulted me and hurt my feelings."

Abel from the State departments eyes went wide, "Please Director perhaps after we all cool."

"I would not finish that statement. I was on my way to discuss these ventures with the Governor of California and got assaulted by the LAPD. Screw you and your Nazi's. Me and my hundreds of billions of investment capital will just go elsewhere. The LAPD just cost the four states tens of thousands of jobs per state."

Cameras turned towards the State Department man, as color drained from the LAPD members as the gathered people(red, yellow, black, and white) were staring at them with anger. Catching himself, "Director, please dont punish.."

"They are not responsible, tell that to my goddaughter. Shes at Children's Hospital right now." He turned towards his helicopter, and begun to walk. His guards formed a redundant protective barrier. As FUBAR handed the sword to guards and headed towards his exit. The world watched the professionalism from the guards as The sword was moved onto the helicopter.

"Director FUBAR, how will your country respond to the act of aggression by the LAPD.Was this an act of war?" The reporter shouted, among others.

The Director paused as he stopped, one foot in the Chinook. Turning, "Yes, Mrs. Cornston it was a naked act of Aggression against myself and the country I have the honor of leading. I will however not kill America because her local overseers have no manners. I will respond in the most civilized manner I can think of." He tilted his head, "I am Fu$%ing suing the LAPD, on behalf of the little Olmec citizen in the hospital for millions." With that he ignored the rest of the questions and boarded.

[Gul_Reah]

No enterprise is more likely to succeed than one concealed from the enemy until it is ripe for execution.

Niccolo Machiavelli


Valley of Mexico, Olmec
Office of the Regional Governor

Rosilina DeCortez reached up and turned off the live feed. Some days she did not know why she ever agree to this crap. That's right, one tequila and jack filled night, Running her mouth while trying to get an education and working in Cancun . She never thought the man she was running her mouth off about fixing Mexico to, would ever take it seriously.

When she woke at noon, she had been sure The manager was going to fire her for being late that day three years ago. He yelled at her, then got called away. Came back white as a ghost and apologized, asked if they could forget this misunderstanding.

Regional Governor got shook out of her memory by the new staff she had. They where among the candidates selected by her from a list cleared by FUBAR. No political leanings, psychologically sound, with no blackmailable secrets had been she thought impossible to find.

"Mrs DeCortez, to be honest we dont trust you or want to be here." The little old lady spoke. "Why have we been brought here?"

She faced her people sitting around the table. They deserved the truth, "Because as we speak right now, you are the Olmec government. You have the biggest gun and the toughest man on the planet in your corner. Mrs. Lortis, You were chosen off a list of people because, well dang it." Pausing for effect, "Each of you is honest, hardworking, high moral character, and quietly tough."

The youngest man there stood up and walked around, "Why?" he looked right at her, "I smell a trap."

She nodded at Julio, his file was interesting. He had quit the police force because he was not going to be involved in their crooked deals. Then joined with others in his town trying to keep the cartels out. "Julio, the people of Olmec need to know they can go to school, work, and exctra safely. FUBAR wants peace and no corruption. He is here for the duration are you?"

"I saw the news." Julio looked DeCortez directly in the eyes, "What happened in Los Angelos?"

"It was a controlled situation. We now have no obligations to do business with America. The outline of his plan is in front of you. He realizes he cant do this without help, he desperately needs honest advice." Seeing the look in their eyes, "However, I want it noted the LAPD fired of their own free will, on the Director."


Mrs. Lortis was nearing eighty, after a few minutes of silence as she read the data pad in front of her. "Young lady you can say damn. I have heard a lot worse, " Julio looked at her and turned his head, she responded. "Young man we still have yet to get electrical power in my village. Yes We have generators, but This plan will not only put electricity in my town, running water, with laptops in my grandbaby's hands. You think you can put together an honest police force. At least honest enough were people wont get worried when they visit our country. Our say, walk down the street."

Julio read his data pad.He looked at the old Lady and the rest of them, "Depends, whats my budget."

Rosialina grimaced at that. It was going to be a long day, "The citizens of Olmec will pay no taxes."

[Gul_Reah]

Are yall enjoying this?

I am trying to move into his earlier years and show some of the issues he would have with the Olmec's


His private guard (part of it) is overseas, due to commitments to the US and other allies. The twenty troops they supplied are,well... An evil overlords personal guard


I am thinking of having the Taliban learn the hard way that the Olmecs believe two can play that way. Upsetting the US General in charge

[NomadicSky]

Olmec interesting choice for name, its still Mexican but isn't...

As for a flag how about this? This for some reason is the one I keep imagining.

[Gul_Reah]

Originally Posted by NomadicSky

Olmec interesting choice for name, its still Mexican but isn't...

As for a flag how about this? This for some reason is the one I keep imagining.

I like Ill use it...

if it is ok

[NomadicSky]

Originally Posted by Gul_Reah

I like Ill use it...

if it is ok

It isn't mine thats an actual historic Mexican Flag its one of the flags from their rebellion. It seems to better represent the ideals of this new Mexico is going for. Use it man.

[Gul_Reah]

Originally Posted by NomadicSky

It isn't mine thats an actual historic Mexican Flag its one of the flags from their rebellion. It seems to better represent the ideals of this new Mexico is going for. Use it man.

I thought at first it was one you designed....

I then went and tried to find the history and your right it works very well.

[Gul_Reah]

A man does what he must - in spite of personal consequences, in spite of obstacles and dangers and pressures - and that is the basis of all human morality.

Winston Churchill



United Nations
New York

"I will not be seated," the ambassador from Olmec was making another scene. The first one was when she and her guard refused to be disarmed, period. With some cajoling they agreed to leave the assault rifles at the embassy. However what they brought in still had a few miffed.

"You will be," the chairman of the security council spoke.

Ambassador Sanchez had taken the flap off her side arm, which caused the guard to move and the Chairman to stop.

"Thats right you fraud, manners first. We will not be quieted!!" Sanchez showed her indignation, "We want a complete accounting, by our accountants of every dime that this organization spends. We know your stealing and we have the proof we just want to see if you will be honest. This includes every little side group, to include the oil for food scam. If not your respective country will be banned from doing business in Olmec."

Her statements caused the whole set of Ambassadors to go off. Hundreds of arguments erupted as she motioned for her staff to sit and relax.

She got caught on a hot mike, with a dead stare forward. It recorded, "It helps when you have a set of titanium balls."

[Gul_Reah]

Being powerful is like being a lady. If you have to tell people you are, you aren't.

Margaret Thatcher


Olmec Field Command, Afghanistan
Two Days Later
0200 AFT

General Horseshoe's anger was felt as he looked out over the field. "No director we played by their rules. We captured prisoners and turned most of them over to the Americans. Three days later they would return and attack us."

Director FUBAR's hologram was in the middle of the group of his Guardsmen.

"Let me get this straight, First they complain over the rules of war. The the Americans released these terrorist after they where caught with arms.Then they turned around and attacked us in response."

Looking down ashamed of his failure, "Yes Director."

The Director turned to each of the men, and anger passed over his face. "Since there standard munitions cant hurt you, How many support personnel has the cost Olmec?"

"Director, 438.. We tried everything playing by their rules."

"Very well, Everyone who works for us is under our protection." Shaking his head," The Afghanistan people are a proud people with habit of viewing what we consider reason as weakness. Unfortunately my friends today it will cost them. " After pausing, "General Horseshoe, they have now attacked the Nation of Olmec. As such a state of war exist between myself and the Taliban. Use the DNA you have collected to hunt them and their families down like dogs. NO MERCY!"

"I sir," General Horseshoe's mood picked up. "Am I to infer Operation:Colt is in effect."

"Phase one General, carry on," the hologram of the Director disappeared.

One of the Olmec soldiers asked, "Operation Colt General? The troops in the area are not going to let us do what is necessary."

Happiness exuded from General Horseshoe, "Time to play Cowboys and Taliban, Ladies."


___________________________________

Central News Report
Main NY Broadcast Studio

A blonde female reporter fluffed her hair, "Are you serious. These people are not smart enough to have indoor plumbing."

The producer nodded his, "Amanda -Lee trust me. My source says the other people are still stuck trying to argue with National security people and others. They will be going live with it in three minutes. My friend and source gave us the jump."

She read the material, "Just... How?"

"Do the announcement and the lead in.."

Looking at the producer," The lead story was supposed to be about how the Olmec are being accused of war crimes.Innocent non-combat family members...."

"Listen Amanda-Lee, Jackie's producer at channel four will be getting this information in a minute. We go live now you scoop her. Wait and she gets the Emmy Again."

As he counts down then points at Amanda-Lee, who puts on her best smile. She is seeing the Emmy in her head.

__________________________________________________

Concluding her interruption of your regularly scheduled programming ten minutes later..

"That ladies and gentlemen is taped evidence of The Olmec raid into Taliban strongholds. We repeat we are awaiting word from IAEA officials to confirm that we are indeed dealing with a nuclear powered terrorist group." As her own words set in," The question is, did the Taliban build it or ship the atomic bomb. The raid found modified stealth drones in crates from Iran. With crates for long range missles from North Korea." Catching her breath, " Attached to one drone, was what has turned out to be a nuclear bomb. Further in the stronghold, what appeared as lab equipment, that had been hastily repacked into crates for shipping, where laying damaged everywhere."

She took a deep breath, seeing the Emmy, because now she had the scope of the century. Eat this Jackie, EAT IT!

"The pinned down and out numbered Olmec forces, had to call in tactical support from our Marines to help secure the facility. In the process a lot of the equipment was destroyed and damaged."

Tapping her ear, then covering it. "We cutaway now to the press secratery giving a response to this development in the War on Terror."

_____________________________________

White House Press room

....

"Just because the Taliban where found to have nuclear material in their possession does not mean that they have the ability to manufacture nukes."

As the cameras flashed uncomfortably on him, "This administration has long been dedicated to the security of this country. You can rest assured are troopers are working in concert with our allies in this matter. The possession of nuclear material by a terrorist organization will not be tolerated. Nor will the means to construct it."

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Valley of Mexico, Olmec
Underground Facility

FUBAR's laughter filled the whole area as an infant crawled around. Her little red armor came to a stop as she looked up.

"Yes little Emily," He said in a tone meant for the infant alone.

She was staring at him, giggled, then kept crawling.

"So thats how it is little one, even in victory life goes on."

Emily tries to stand up and falls on her butte.

"Forever reminding me, that all glory is fleeting," FUBAR nods his head again.

[NomadicSky]

I wish FUBAR had decided to take over the whole of North America while he was at it. I hope he does, he sounds like my kinda leader.

[Gul_Reah]

An armed society is a polite society. Manners are good when one may have to back up his acts with his life.

Robert A. Heinlein

United Nations
New York

"You care to utter those words again Ambassador," Ambassador Sanchez of Olmec addressed the Egyptian Ambassador. She pulled out a knife she had gotten passed security. She moved faster then his escorts could as she stabbed it on the desk in front of him.

"Why you barbarian tramp. In my country women know there place." The Muslim Ambassador from Egypt spoke.

A leaping backhand sent the Muslim Ambassador from Egypt falling over onto the floor hard. Sanchez and her staff again had their guns drawn.

"Whats wrong Papi, not used to a real woman. Tell you what, the country Olmec not only authorized those raids on your arm supplies. The Director wanted me to deliver a message to you and you terrorist friends. Next time you attempt to charge us a dime we will simply take the D@^& canal. Legally under international laws of Admiralty, we can due to the fact you have allowed passage of known criminals and terrorist "

Sanchez motioned for the rest of them to put their weapons away. "The government of Olmec, Director FUBAR himself has done the following with the full support of his council of advisers. Four letters De Marque have been issued to privateers."

Her words set the whole chambers ablaze with words, she let the words be fully translated.

As the whole area again was focus on the small mean hispanic female, "The Letters De Marque authorize the hunting and taking of all terrorist supplies and resources. To any port where they are found with the assumption friendly treaty nations DO NOT TREAT WITH TERRORIST. We assume that the terrorist are not guest of any member government of the UN. Please note, this also includes the provision that all supplies and resources captured in allied territories will receive a percentage of the haul."

Another round of words broke out as the chair tried to silence the ambassadors.



GITMO

The masked man, dressed in black cami's looked at the Prisoner. He calmly sat down in front of the prisoner.

"What are you supposed to be? A super hero.." The american Muslim laughed.

Three of his teeth went flying as he hit the floor out cold. "Oops, " the masked man spoke. He wrote in a little book, "Building rolled prisoner tripped. Sargent," he called out to the american guard. "This inspection tour is going bad. You need to replace that step into the room this man tripped and done fell."

"Yes, sir."

"Sargent as a guest inspector will you move that chair on the floor over a few feet and bring in another chair." He pointed to another prisoner who was tied up and forced to watch. He had the Olmec collars that had been sold to the US Government.

As the chair was brought in he choose another prisoner. The same result occurred with only the prisoner falling the other.

"Sargent," he wrote down on his pad again. "The table in here is uneven. Shoddy workmanship. Just Shoddy."

The Sargent was smiling, and moved the other chair over a few feet. He placed another chair behind the table. He sat another terrorist again.

"Olmec man, I will not speak you might as well knock me out. Do the dirty work of your infidel leader."

The masked man smiled, "I just needed to make sure you speak english."

The masked man placed a tablet on the table. A scene came up on the screen of a burka-ed woman and a female child. They where in a dungeon like area.

"I believe this is your wife and daughter."

The Prisoner's eyes went wide,"ITs a lie. Technology.."

"Oh very well... " He tapped a few parts of the touch screen. The Sargent got a look on his face. "You now have live feed with your family," the masked man said coldly.

"This is not covered by our agreement with Olmec." The Sargent was worried,"Ill have to notify command."

"Its okay," The masked man spoke assuredly. "Prisoner 3874 you have five minutes with your family to tell them goodbye."

"Goodbye?" the most recent Prisoner spoke, "Allah will protect them."

"Not from Allah's own justice," The masked man spoke.

"Daddy is that you," a scared little kids voice came over the mike.

After an exchange of platitudes a tear escaped from the prisoner. "Turn it off." The prisoner yelled.

"This is Agent Villia, authorization Delta - one - three- Tango - Alpha- niner. Procede to test Allah's Wrath on human subject. Prisoner 3874 refuse to cooperate."

3874 proceeded to try and stand up. His chains did not leave him room to move.

"Please, no.."

He listened as his wife an child suffered for the next ten minutes as eventual suffocation from the bioweapons effect took place. A broken man just sat in the chair afterwords. during this time the two prisoners on the floor became aware again

"Agent Villia you can stop this.." The Sargent said, "Olmec said it had none of the terrorist samples."


"Sargent, We lied. We secured the facility in Alabama three days ago and shipped all of it out of the US. Take this one back to his chambers and set up the one on the left. We want the scientist location."

As the guards stared at the Agent, he smiled through his mask.

"I am invoking the national security agreement between our two countries at this time. Per protocol you have to aide in the capture of all information in regards to bio-weapons, held by terrorist that pose an imminent threat to our mutual security."

The Sargent set up the prisoner on the left.

"Ah, prisoner 3875. I assume you under this situation. You have information our two countries want. "

Through his broken teeth, "Please Agent, my family is safely in.."

"Pakistan, Iran, and Egypt right." The scene on the pad showed five people herded into another closed pen. Two where toddler boys...

"No you cant do this..." Prisoner 3875 spoke quickly, "Americans you cant allow these animals to do this. I have rights!"

"You know what 3875, I do not like you." Agent Villia repeated the orders he gave earlier. The two toddlers cried as the adults begged and pleaded as the gas was released with the Bio-agents.

Again all life left 3875 face and he offered no resistance as he was returned to his cell.

Having left the room in disgust, the Sargent was trying to find his CO. Agent Villia was forced to sit the last man up again.

"God no, please sir. I will tell you what you want to know?"



30 minutes later

The Americans had the name of the scientist who built the Viral weapons. The base CO had come in during the interrogation as 3873 spilled his guts. He gave them every piece of information the terrorist had. Location and the names of recruiters and turned agents.

After he was done, Agent Villia was stopped by the CO.

"I was upset to find out Olmec was holding out on us. You actually used a bio-weapon on prisoners. I have reported this to my superiors."

Agent Villia looked at the CO like he was a moron.

"Let me guess, West Point hanger on. Couldnt get the coveted staff postings got stuck here. Ring alone got you this far. "He shook his head as the CO got pissed.

"I will not be insulted."

"Moron," Agent Villia showed the CO his pad. "ITs CALLED VIDEO EDITOR.. Olmec does not have a copy of the virus. If we did, we are not stupid enough to test it this way. Do you have no clue what bio-weapon testing can do if it escapes? "

"Those prisoners family members." The CO got a worried look on his face.

Smiling Agent Villia spoke, "they however are guest of the Director. Everything was real up to the death. Then a computer program colored the bodies and made them scream." Pausing, "As the Director is notifying the DOD and DoHS as we speak, Your bosses are quite aware of your incompetence. The information was obtained through intimidation with no loss of life."

"I'll see that you hang," The CO was blowing his top. He realized his easy way to the top just ended.

Looking at the CO through his mask, "I do not think the ring will protect you this time."

[NomadicSky]

I was pretty horrified by that until I got to the end.

[Gul_Reah]

I am more afraid of an army of 100 sheep led by a lion than an army of 100 lions led by a sheep.

Charles Maurice de Talleyrand


Olmec Embassy Iran

Protesters has surrounded the Olmec embassy and were causing troubles. The agitator smiled to himself, The infidels would pay for the insults to Allah. He gives his orders to his team members in the assembled crowd. They start to push the crowd into heading into the embassy. He laughs to himself as the FN's inside will have already betrayed the Olmecs.

Not paying attention he doesn't notice a few women in burqas, who are not moving due to being trapped. The Iranian agents in the crowd had pulled their guns and opened fired on the Olmec.

The crowd was stunned when not fire returned from the embassy. The white , green, and red with eight point gold stars just flapped in the air as the guards did not return fire.

Having planned this, he had expected the Embassy guards to mow down the protesters. To his astonishment only the flag moved. His men looked back to him for orders.

In Farsi, "Crap."

The people in Burqas where not women, they followed his mens eyes back to him. The ugliest one in a burqa motioned to the Embassy guards, then pointed directly at him.

In spanish, "All for one," the ugliest one spoke.

Drawing swords, "One for all!" The reply calmly in clear spanish.

"Legionaries, take em down," the burqa had fallen partially off of the ugly one. They where cutting there way to the agents in the crowd.

The crowd found their ways out blocked, with the cameras running. The man the had all looked to panicked, he tried to dive into the crowd which was panicking.

The gate entrance to the Olmec embassy opened and the beast of the crowd flowed in to escape the Legion. As they entered the got stung by darts.

The sirens of the Iranian police showing up went off. The Legionaries had sped up the crowd running into the embassy.

Helicopters from the Iranian military flew over the area. The Olmec embassy's previous unknown anti aircraft guns deployed, but did not fire. Iranian pilots observing this flew off reporting this in.

Embassy Gate walls deployed automated guns, elctro-charged spikes, and anti scaling technology.

The news Cameras kept running and the world watched from outside the embassy. The stabbed bodies were left to bleeding.

The ugly one, walked over and picked up the Iranian agent who had been stung. "Fool we wanted you to do this . You never realized you were targeted by the Olmec Foreign Legion. Be glad, because the embassy guards would have killed you and laughed about it."

"Barron," the embassy guard looked at the OFL officer. "General Horseshoe is on the line." Looking at the Barron as he looked at him, "Line 2."


Valley of Mexico, Olmec
Office of The Regional Governor

Looking Directly into the comm line on her screen. "No chairman," DeCortez smiled and leaned slightly forward with the purpose exposing her cleavage slightly. "The Director is upset with Iran attacking his embassy. He is clamoring to glass Iran."

She lets it set in with the chairman of the security council, "Fortunately for the international community, FUBAR has a singular policy in this regard. He hired very competent advisers and listens to what they advised him."

"And the Armed embassy," The Chinese ambassador questioned?

"Olmec territory is Olmec Territory. We are sovereign, quite literally, in ALL our territories."

The Chairman eyed the regional governor of Olmec. Silence ensued, till the chairman broke it.

"And the natives," choosing words carefully," of Iran who are your guest."

"We have no guest in any of our embassies. That would mean by what your saying, that Iran invaded an embassy and attacked a neutral party. Is that what the security council is saying?" She puts her feet up on her desk and leans back, "Perhaps it is best That at this point I let our Ambassador ensure peace between the Family of nations. For now we can keep FUBAR from invading Iran, but I will tell you this. You better crawl up the councils arse. It is going to cost Iran a load of concessions."

The older Chinese diplomat nodded his head. "Perhaps we should let our ambassadors work this out. Good day madam." As his image and communication was cut.

'Chew on that you blockhead. The Director is playing you for fools.'

[Gul_Reah]

Here is my first principle of foreign policy: good government at home.

William E. Gladstone


Date- *redacted*

Dear Momma,

Command Sargent Major *blacked out* informed our DI's of Olmec Foreign Legions policy of everyone will write one letter a week to family or friends. This was not an option. The Director himself gave the unofficial order, and every RECRUIT WILL do this...NOW!

I know you are dissappointed in the path my life took. My behavior the last few months I was at home I was horrible to you and Aunt Shamekia. I apologize for my rudeness.

You had every right to throw me out.

I wanted to take a moment to tell you everything that happened.

Yes me and Jamal did knocked over that 7-11. The situation got out of hand. I admit my responsibility in having made the decisions in my life that led to me being there when that clerk was shot.

Me and Jamal got out with 47 dollars. We robbed three more places before the Popos, (excuse, Sargent told me I will show respect at all times, anything less and I diss myself) The police caught Jamal. I was running and stole a car.

It is okay mama, Your prayers worked and one of your angels must have been looking out for me. I stole one of the Olmec Foreign Legion recruiter's car. The old man laughed at me and disarmed me. I broke down because I knew I was going to end up like my father. Dead

The old man then did the oddest thing he listened. I figured a soft mark and told him a sob story. I regretfully lied to the man.

As I was telling my sob story, a DPD officer showed up. His lights were flashing and the old man spoke.

"Are you done feeling sorry for yourself and lying to yourself."

I smarted off and he slapped me in the back of the head.

"when you lie to yourself your only disrespecting yourself."

The DPD officer walked up as did his partner (on my side). They both had their guns drawn.

"Do not roll down your window or open your door for any reason, if you want a future of your own choosing!"

He rolled down his window part of the way, and tried to ask the officer a question. The officer opened his door and told him to get out of the car.

Suffice it to say it did not go well for the DPD Officer. A minute later, the old man jumped back into the car.

*blacked out* (ten lines)

Seems the recruiter's official story was he was filling assault charges on the officers he layed out cold.

Three days later, I was at Intake for the Olmec Foreign Legion.

You can tell grandpa he would be proud of me for a change. Tell him we are being trained by the meanest former marines Olmec could find. (our OIC is a former air force spec ops guy however) The told me to tell the old dog if he makes it down here, they will let him fight them for a sip of Olmec beer(?)

The shaved us all bald, (a 360 shave)
Deloused us (three hours)
Stuck things in parts of my body I do not care to mention
multiple shots (I think for their own fun)
Gave us new uniforms and clothes (no dress uniforms apparently we are a fighting unit not parade- grandpa will explain)
Yell and cuss at us every day- in multiple languages

The hardest part is not the morning Tai Chi,morning noon and night MRE's, the 20 mile morning and evening walks, the every day at the gym, or the weekly swims what is getting me is the constant morals and ethics testing. We fail, we miss a meal. Fail twice the whole squad goes hungry.

I am squad leader if I do not mess up again.

A few however have failed and left *redacted* (18 lines)

We start wildlife and nature exposure tomorrow. They say if we survive the next three days we get to learn to shoot .

I am doing good and making an honest living. I talked with the paymaster. He told me the IRS or social security might take your money if I sent it to you. He helped me open an account in my name and included is an authorised letter for you to act as my agent. He said keep the letter in your purse and you can spend all the money you want that is on the card. (please replace Aunt Shamekia's table)

He included Olmec Embassy's Card. They have your name as my NOK. He said they can help you

Included is my address you can write me, If you want to.

Love, I miss you

Your Son

LEWIS
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VA Hospital Lancaster

"What does it mean Dad?"

The old marine Vet looked at his daughter, with a tear in his eye. He hit the button on his nurses pager, "It means baby girl when you were praying someone was listening. Lewis got a second chance and out of the hood."

She shows her father the card that was delivered to her, "And this."

"Put it away," he sat up. "Nurse get in here now. With a wheel chair." He grabbed the monitors, "And get this crap off me, I got shoppin' to do."

"Father," she was shocked.

"Daughter we have to go buy that boy a few supplies. Socks, underwear, and few other things are always overpriced. I need stationary and so do you. We have to write and apparently the little bastard will have a graduation ceremony. I will be alive to watch him make something of himself." Smiling, "And free beer is free beer."

[Gul_Reah]

Since the masses are always eager to believe something, for their benefit nothing is so easy to arrange as facts.

Charles Maurice de Talleyrand


Valley of Mexico
Office of the Regional Governor

Standing in middle of her command center, the Regional Governor's anger went through the building.

"We do not really care what your opinion is. You can not do a thing about it."

Rosilina DeCortez paused as she answered," This is your opinion. Let make this clear you promised to deliver solid foundations to the water treatment facilities. Instead my scans show that.."

"Listen lady, you have paid us. The job was completed ahead of schedule. We used a standard industry substitute. If you do not like it, that is it just tough." The man hung up on her without notice.

She was fuming with anger, however before she could answer.

"Regional Governor," a cold voice spoke. "The Director said you have need of me."

She turned around in her partial holo- chamber and paused. "Agent Villia, to what do.."

"Please regional Governor, dispense with the false pleasantries. I am quite aware of the distaste you all hold me in." Agent Villia walked up to her display. With his access, he brought up the files DeCortez was just viewing. "So, I see this is a problem. Where any of the variations authorized by you?"

(The specs had three colors. Red for plan, yellow for result deviation, green for authorized deviation)

"Only the three in green," DeCortez played this honest. "The rest in yellow are a result of substandard products and sloppy work."

Agent Villia nodded his head, "Got it." He stared for a minute then smiled, "As the working head of Olmec, DeCortez I need your permission."

"I thought you said..."

"Yes but the Director perfers we work together. As of this moment I am your axe man. You need to deal with evil people and need clean hands, this is where I come in. The director want very effective and powerful government. He wants the people of Olmec to trust you."

"But he is the one on charge? He makes the decisions."

"Rosilina," Villia smiled through his black leather mask. "You are truly one of this worlds good souls. I see why he trust you to lead the people. Ok... FUBAR is the board of directors and your CEO and store manager."

Not realizing she somehow summoned her old school teachers withering gaze," Ok. Mr Villia, I remember my history quite well. Even FDR had a man to get his hands dirty. It made him very effective." The ice and steel in voice raised, "Unless The Director directly orders them dead, no killing for political gain. "

The force of her voice did make Villia pause, "Yes mam. Now to this problem."

The man who had hung up on Rosilina photo popped up. His personal Bio details streamed in a loop. Reading it, "Ok I see this. Most of it I know already."

"Yes mam. However reading between the lines." He forced the stream up to the companies history," See the growth rates and the money flow."

She leaned in to get a closer look, which caused Agent Villia to take a deep breathe. DeCortez shook her head, "Your bad boy to the core. Trying to rob the cradle are we? Your old enough t be my father."

"Your old enouhg to be my third wife. Madam the day I stop looking at women this way, put a shotgun to my head and pull the trigger."

She read the lines, even putting on her glasses,"I still do not see it."

"Of course not young Lady. It is called experience." Breathing, as her perfume entered his nostrils, " Your competent and good, but young. All constructions companies have some form of criminal involvement or behaviors. The trick, which you tried was to get them to do the legitimate job."

She stood up straight bracing on the rails around her, "I am trying not to be insulted. We both work for the Director and he has very competent people under him." Swallowing pride, very painfully," What do you recommend?"

"Regional governor nothing.You have handled everything expertly." Villia smiled a politically correct smile," But did you not just say you need a bathroom brake and say an early lunch?"

"Works for me," she stepped down from the Holo- progector. "I think I am going out for lunch."

As she walked out, Villia stepped up into the holo- progector. She heard as he called back the secretary. He cussed a blue streak and was yelling at her.

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She was sitting at an open dining area. The Olmec government had an account that the director paid, but at least it was good food. She saw armed Olmec Foreign Legion troopers take positions around her. She started to get worried as did the other patrons. He personal body guard pulled up a chair and had a seat.

He tapped his ear, "Agent Villia, the Regional Governor is unharmed. We will keep an extra eye on her."

"Whats wrong john, " she thought over Johns history. He was one of the marines who had been part of the Secret Service detail in panama. He had been quite good and loyal to her.

"Agent Villia notified us of a threat made against you by Robert Richards of International Construction."

With a confused look,"What made it credible?"

"Well Agent Villia was on the phone with him.. And well he threatened you. He said he wasnt afraid of any Olmec and the he had 'friends." John had used hand gestures to quote friends part."How...?"

"Well as we speak, the Director has gotten the US Government to freeze all his, his wife, his children, andthe rest of his family's assets. It appears during the conversation that he threatened the Director with death and mention being part of an organization that ensures such thing."

"I thought we where still at Ice Level with the Americans?"

"Mam, Mr. Richards was recorded and the tapes sent out via Ambassador Sanchez."

DeCortex smiled, 'If anyone can light fire under someone that witch could.' "Well terrorism is terrorism."

She saw the 72' inch Big Screen LCD Screen switch to the news. The news caster ran her picture and the fact that an international mobster and terrorist, Robert Richards had threatened her and the people of Olmec.

"Your retarded people deserve nothing better. You act like you people matter," Richards voice played on the TV.

The news caster went on to say it was over his company's delivery of substandard material to Olmec sites, that broke this story and was Costing Olmec millions of credits.

"Please tell me we are not propagandizing this," DeCortez looked worriedly.

"Nope. Agent Villia said to assure you that this is from the American news network."

"So they are running with the American news story," she taps her ear piece. "Villia?"

"Yes Regional Governor," a professional reply came over the ear piece.

"You have been a very bad boy," She barely said beofre the extra guards where pushing back reporters. "Anything I need to know."

"We are now part of a class action lawsuit that was filed in Federal Court, Northern District Texas, against his business and partners. Olmec lawyers are trying to get all his friends business assets frozen so they cant divert funds elsewhere. Apparently the IRS has put a second lien on his accounts a few minutes ago. It appears one of his bookkeepers is turning states evidence."

"Why the Lien?"

"Hang on, Well it appears now that the Texas comptroller has asked to join the civil suit for fraud. Also she is requesting the AG issue a warrant for his arrest on filing false business tax returns with the state. The Federal lien is over not paying duties on imported construction supplies."

"They gave Mr. Richards a high recommendation, her name was the top of the list. Are we doing this?"

"Madam Regional Director, this required very little effort. We anonymously faxed the evidence while the news ran. Predators smell blood and well.."

She smiled," The less I know the better." She looked at the Cameras," Looks like I am on. Good job, Agent." She tapped her ear piece off, 'If only had played honest. He could have made millions if not billions. Idiot deserves everything he gets.'

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[Gul_Reah]

There is no way that writers can be tamed and rendered civilized or even cured. The only solution known to science is to provide the patient with an isolation room, where he can endure the acute stages in private and where food can be poked in to him with a stick.

Robert A. Heinlein


I think I have finally decided to give FUBAR two superpowers

1) Put together teams of honest people and getting them to work towards a common goal. Then providing those teams with back up and support to get the jobs done

Power- Leadership

2) Common sense

power Common sense


I am enjoying writing this and now have four pages of did not make it...

I am think about taking the story elsewhere and do a slight reboot....