The scene at the hilltop was almost certainly not one born of reality. It had to be a sight spawned through some form of temporary insanity, some form of hallucination certainly. And yet, it was not. Danny stood, weapon in hand, glaring down at the Market from atop a thrumming dirt bike. They had raided smaller, less important markets before this, sure. But this...This was big news. This would leave the big men in the big chairs no more excuses. No more labeling the raids as 'Slave Uprisings' or Elopements. No.<br/><br/>This time, the truth that there were people out there, people willing to do whatever it took for justice to be served and liberty to be granted to those whom had been denied it for so long. He glanced about. He had seven men under his command and another two teams moving on outlying satellite markets and stations. A three pronged attack. Crusader would strike first, his team slipping inside the power relay station for the area of the city, first removing any security staff before killing the power to the market and its security installations.<br/><br/>Once that was complete, Liberator and her group of fifteen would create a distraction at the smaller market to the south. Once this was complete, Danny would lead his men into the market proper, and after carefully removing the skeleton shift left by the OSDC, they would release the slaves and send them in small groups lead by members of the underground railroad to safehouses where they would wait until they could be snuck out of the city and brought to Sanctuary. He swallowed hard. The street lights and the lit windows of trailers and caravans flickered once, twice before going dark.<span style="font-style: italic">Crusader's done his part...Now, we just need to wait on the signal from Libbie...</span>A minute passed. Two. Three. Danny began to fear that they had been discovered, their plan detected and snuffed out of life before it could reach the climax.<br/><br/>Then, a flare shot up over the satellite market several miles away. He twisted the handle and revved the engine twice, his spirits soaring as the men under his command did the same. Holding his rifle up high, he faced his men and let loose a whooping chant that they mimicked. With that, they turned and bolted down the hill, gunning the engines on the slight frames and urging as much speed out of them that they could.<span style="font-style: italic">Hmm....Lets see...if the patrol roster is being followed then...ah!</span>Danny whipped the bike around and wrenched his .45 free before emptying two rounds into an OSDC trooper coming around the corner of a cage to see what was going on. Another followed but the man was picked off by an eighth member of Danny's team positioned high above the market proper, the glint of light off of his scope the only indication that he was there. The team split up, and soon Danny and two others dismounted, unslung their rifles and proceeded to enter into a tall, lavish trailer-caravan. Inside, there were numerous cages filled with frightened creatures of all races, battered, beaten and petrified of what was happening outside.<br/><br/>They came upon the door that would grant access to the office and from within, Danny could hushed, panicked voices. "<span style="font-style: italic">Whats going on?</span>" "<span style="font-style: italic">I don't know, there are people outside...shooting the guards!"</span>"<span style="font-style: italic">Get away from the window before they see you! What could they possibly want? Raiders and slave stealers wouldn't dare come this far into the city!</span>" Danny lashed out with a kick, shattering the thin portal and showering the two within with debris. Danny strode in slowly, letting each step echo heavily on the hard ground as he scanned the room with the end of his rifle.<br/><br/>Confidant that it was clear except for the whimpering couple on the ground, he waved his men into the hall to help secure the area. He looked around the office for a moment, digging into several drawers and the large metallic desk that dominated the room before finding what he was looking for; the ledgers and sale records. He ran through the list, carefully noting the location and buyers of each slave that was sold that day. There were quite a few and Danny realized that it could take days, if not weeks to track down all of the locations and cross-reference the buyers....One name stood out at the top though.<br/><br/>'Serasin...." Danny switched the ledger to his left hand as he saw the man going for something concealed on the desk's underside. Dan spun off of his heel and brought his foot crashing into the man's ribs, sending him flying into the wall before laying in a heap on the floor. The wife began to scream, but Danny paid her  Reaching beneath the desk, the revolutionary freed a large caliber pistol from where it had been hurriedly affixed with thick tape and several screws. After emptying the chamber and dropping the clip, he leisurely strolled over to where the slaver lay whimpering and nursing a broken rib or two. Setting the ledger the down on a nearby table, Danny reached down and hefted the bastard by his throat, lifting him to where the man had to struggle in order to stand on his toes. Digging into his gear, Danny lifted his own .45 and placed it just beneath the man's chin.<br/><br/>"Funny thing about guns," He said, kneeing the man in the abdomen before slamming his face into the desk and hauling him back up again.<br/><br/>"They're only useful when they happen to be somewhere you can grab them. Now," He said, holding up the ledger in front of his face with one hand and placing the barrel of the pistol to his forehead with the other.<br/><br/>"What would make an esteemed gentleman like Mr. Serasin drop the kind of coin he did here hmm? Answer quickly." The man stammered for just a moment before clearing his throat.<br/><br/>"Its...a special package...Premium, one of a kind stuff! Nothin' even remotely close to it!"<br/><br/>"You mean 'her'."<br/><br/>"What?" Danny leaned back and slammed the heavy pistol into the side of the man's head, causing a gash along the side of his face.<br/><br/>"You keep calling 'her' it. You know what your problem is? Not just you, but the whole lot of you?" Danny grabbed the man by the shirt collar and pulled him in close, so that he could peer into the mask's visor and see the blue and red eyes glaring out at him.<br/><br/>"You think that the innocent people you put in those cages are the animals. The 'its'. Thats funny, a real laugh. No, the real animals are the ones holding the keys. The real monsters are the ones who beat and rape innocents and think that its okay because their different, because they have no rights. Because they have no voice. Well here, today, NOW, I AM THEIR VOICE!" With that, Danny slugged him right on the jaw, feeling the man's mandible dislocate even through the padding and armor of his gauntlet. The blow sent the man sprawling and he toppled over his own desk before scrambling to get beneath the table. Thumbing the safety on his pistol off, Danny strode up and aimed at the man now desperately trying to pull another weapon from beneath the table.<br/><br/>"As a life sucking leech, you lived. Torturing, killing, beating, forcing...You molded innocents into mindless slaves for other monsters of your nature. How many people have suffered years of pain and suffering so that you could profit? Hundreds? Through the condemnation of others are you condemned. May the next life grant you the peace that you have denied so many others." As the man whirled on the floor to point a revolver at Danny, the revolutionary pulled the trigger twice, blowing large bloody holes in the slave trader. With that, he retrieved the large stack of money from where he had found it bundled together before turning to face the whimpering wife.<br/><br/>"Please....Please don't kill me...I..I didn't-.."<br/><br/>"I'm not going to hurt you. I'm going to leave. In five minutes you will do the same. Go to the nearest security outpost and tell them what happened here. You tell them that they will all face their Judgment sooner or later. All of them."<br/><br/>With that, he spun on his heel and left. He saw others exiting from the trailers and caravans of the other slave traders, each man gripping a stack of bills and a ledger. They remounted their vehicles and quickly departed as the sounds of sirens in the distance grew. Back atop the hill, they quickly changed into their civilian garb, and Danny into his OSDC clothing, entrusting their personal effects and what they had taken from the slavers with the underground railroad members that now ushered the newly freed slaves from captivity, to liberty. Danny glanced over at his second in command.<br/><br/>"So, everything go by the books?"<br/><br/>"Yea, we know the drill. Let one go, snatchies on the ledger and the bank-roll for the guides and their new 'passengers'. You think this'll really send'em the message that we're the real deal?"<br/><br/>He lifted a small device in his hand and watched as the last of the slavers' partners escaped from the market. He depressed a small red button on the side of the device. There was a stir in the air that seemed to electrify the area before explosions ripped through the area, several strategically planted explosives tearing through the structures, leaving little trace of what once stood there.<br/><br/>"They can't ignore us anymore after this. They can't afford to." With that, the others left and Danny plugged his comm. array into the OSDC transmitter.<br/><br/>"<span style="font-style: italic">SHIT SHIT SHIT! THE EAST MARKET! ITS GONE! WE NEED ALL AVAILABLE UNITS DOWN HERE NOW NOW NOW! BRING IN THE EXPLOSIVES UNIT! Who the hell knows what else might be laying around!</span>"<br/><br/>"<span style="font-style: italic">Who the fuck coulda done this?! Theres no way this was a slave uprising, this is too organized, the hit on the other market and the incident at the power plant, its way too convenient to have been a coincident. Shit, are we dealing with insurgents!? Rebels?! Fucking ninjas?!</span><br/><br/>"<span style="font-style: italic">Hey, cut the chatter! Let the higher-ups worry about that, just cordon off and secure the area! And be careful for Christsake! After something like this we have to assume that there is a hostile and armed group of people that may still be in the around and I'll be damned if I'm gonna let some wanna-be terrorists kill my guys!</span>" Danny let a slight grin cross his lips from beneath the mask.<br/><br/>"<span style="font-style: italic">This is Dashenko, responding to emergency call, over. Anybody know what the fuck happened?!</span>"