Hear Ye Hear Ye

Once the bombardment had died down the crew opened the hangar doors to see what was left of Peru. The city had seemingly vanished off of the map, a crater left in its place. Those from the crew that had remained at Lots had reported that Ottawa had been hit as well. Churches, government buildings, bridge and places of significant value had been deleted from the map. It was like something else had awoken pissed off and decided to go to war.

A live stream cut into every single channel, new outlet and radio station across the globe:

"Hello everyone, we do apologize for the destructive introduction, but we needed to make a point. We are the New World Order and rebels and rebellions won't be tolerated nor possible under our rule. Together we shall better the world, a new world!"

The broadcast ends and the crew survey the destruction.

"Dawg, this ain't like before, is it?"

"No, no this is very bad."

"How do you mean Ghost?"

"Simply put, none of our tactics will work against these guys. We knew some of the National Guardsmen. Hell, I knew some of the military guys, that's why our tactics worked. We are fucked once these assholes make their way here. We're gonna need some kind of escape, one that puts distance between us and them."

"So we gonna cut and run, that's it?" jumped in Bubba

"You have no idea what these assholes can and will do to us should we be captured."

"How bad we talking?" asked the Overlord

"Worse than anything we could bear."