Jack was 19, he lived in Foungard, a city not far from the Capital itself. He had finished his school and was attempting to find a collage placement but he had had no victory there. He lived on his own in a flat. His street during the initial uprising was packed with people. Jack though, he had stayed out of it. His street was once lined with flowers and packed with cars, now it was lined with trampled ground and only a few cars that still have fuel.

Jack though was not going to live in this city of suffering and uprising. He could leave to the capital and go to Brullen as a refugee or Abbasid but that would be leaving his home country. He had learnt Tetreinnian at school and got a good result in his exam, so why not go to Brendenland. It still had allot more food and supplies than the Bergen Tip. Allot less people, he could set up his own little business and live the perfect life. He didn't have a car, well he did but it was taken by a fleeing family to the capital where the Brullan troops are. He had walked into them trying to start the car so Jack gave them the key and they swopped addresses and left.

Jack packed for a long walk. A short distance from the city he came across a checkpoint. The guy manning it was kind and Jack was soon on his way

The strange wall type thing around it had been a hastily put up barricade put up by the traditionalists. Jack could see the bullet holes in it sending that eerie shiver down him. He didn't come across any more checkpoints. The countryside was quiet, no cars on the roads. It was still pretty though.

The road then started to approach some farmland and a railway line. It was a double track line, probably the mainline into Brendenland of which by now jack thought he was in. Jack then noticed a slight vibration on the track. A train must be coming. The rumbling got louder and louder. Jack hoped it could take him to where he wanted to be.

Then like out of nowhere the train went zooming past at a speed that Jack had not expected which nearly knocked him off his feet. The first few carriages were normal passenger ones but then Jack realised that it was a military train. The following cars has a variety of tanks and artillery. One was painted with the words 1st mobile artillery will eat your socks. It made jack chuckle

Jack carried on his journey north until he came across this ruined village called Mouten

It was extremely odd especially as there was no evidence of fighting at all. Just shell holes and burn marks. Jack wondered. Then he heard a noise and then as if all of a sudden a man popped up out of a window and fired at him, Jack was grabbed by another person into a house. The man held a pistol to his head and said "Who are you" jack told him his name and his story on how he got here. The man then told him to stay there. Jack did that as the man left the room. Guns started to fire. Jack became frightened. After about ten minuets of gunshots and screaming the man returned and knocked out jack.

Jack woke up in the back of a black car which was punning into some kind of carpark. It was by the coast. Jack was told to get out. The man walked him over to the cliff and held a gun to his head.

BANG, he gunshot echoed in the wind, jacks body fell into the water below with a horrific snap. The man turned as if nothing had happened and drove away

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A few days earlier in Arne the temporary Brendenland Department of Discourse, which was the intelligence agency of Brendenland.

"Right I will give him a call then" walking over to the phone. Diels the number. Please leave a message after the beep, BEEEEPP "Hello John when you get this message and have listened to it please delete. We need you to do a package drop-off at the Malo Plant near you, the case you will need will be at the usual station north of your house. Full details will be there as well.

When john returned home later that day he found the message on his phone and proceeded to the train station

After that he travelled to the factory as planned. He had discovered that he was paying some black market dealers to gather some plastic explosives for the Friosian separatists who couldn't pay it for themselves. John arrived on time but was surprised by the lack of people, well that was until he noticed a letter pinned to a tree saying

Change of plan, meet at Mouten tomorrow