Bethany felt horrible and betrayed as she ran through the undergrowth. She had picked ten of her best friends to come run with her. The sound of *rat-a-tat* *rat-a-tat* behind her was a good sign; the Myrorians still hadn't budged their position. But it also stood for something else to Bethany. She heard the *rat-a-tat* and she heard the sound of war and death. Even as a trained soldier Bethany still didn't like death. So she naturally hated the Agent for sending them here.
"Commander, something wrong?" a soldier asked her. Bethany looked up through the veil of tears she just noticed on her face. "Don't," she studdered, "Don't call me Commander any more. I no longer am part of the Green Family."
The soldiers around her stood in shock. Some were nervous and whispered things of betrayal, but Bethany didn't care. She had seen them all train and she knew she could easily outrun and outgun any attempts to turn her in. After much discussion of the group, they turned towards Bethany and, together, removed their Green Family patches.
"Well, Bethany. What shall we do now?"
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Madame Green, head of Green Family forces in northern Uichi Ryu, got an urgent phone call. "Madame speaking."
"Yes! Madame, we- we kind of have a problem here."
"Who is this? Where are you? What kind of problem?"
"We- we're under attack, Madame. Northeast sector compund. I- I'm only one of about a hundred not killed yet."
"Killed?! By whom? I swear if those fucking Fugazis..."
"No, ma'am! Not Fugazis. These strange tentacle faced things, they... oh, no. *sound of rifle clicking* Stay away, you freak! *sound of gunfire* Why.. won't.. you.. die!?? No! NOO!!! *Wierd growling/crunching sounds come over phone line, then phone line dies*"
Madame Green slowly put down the phone, "My goddess..."
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Spurred on by the massive damage done to the SUV, the remainder of the Green Family troops decided to mount a full-on frontal assault. Several readied their Lanzes and grenades while others reloaded their Tomgirls. "On my mark," one of them said. "Charge!!"