Chapter 6: Off the Rails

October 18, 2023 12:04PM

Aviel stayed crouched down behind the crates and tried to catch her breath. Her mad sprint had winded her and she needed a moment to recollect herself. While her lungs tried to resupply her limbs with oxygen, her mind used its time to review her situation. She was alone on a Resistance train with at least twenty possibly armed Resistance members heading who knew where. It was going to be a fun afternoon.

"Aviel, are you alright?" her headset crackled as Isabella came over the line.

"So far," she said pausing for another big gasp of breathe, "sorry about not seeing those explosives."

"Don't worry about that. You j-," suddenly a bit of static filled the headset making her words impossible to hear.

"Say again? I didn't catch that," Aviel said. She covered her ears to try and hear better. The line crackled to life again, but was so static filled Aviel only caught bits and pieces of it.

"...ou...ed.....do....ow. Sa.....re o......way.....ort...." Aviel cursed as she realized something was blocking the signal. She checked her locator, but found it to be working fine. Odd, if it was the ground or something in the area interfering with the radio it would have caused both to fuck up...unless...

Aviel grabbed her knife from her boat and jumped to her feet. A Resistance member was just on the other side of the crate a step away from having her sitting form in his sights. He looked shocked by her sudden spring into action and raised his rifle to fire. Aviel was quicker, though, and hit the rifle to the side with her open hand before plunging the knife straight into his neck. The man's gasp turned into a gargle as another member came out from behind his own set of tied crates, rifle raised to fire.

Aviel didn't have enough time to duck back, so she grabbed the bleeding out man and used him as a shield. The second man fired, but the bullet hit his, now dead, friend. Aviel yanked out her knife and flung it straight at the second man's face. Unfortunately, the rocking train and high wind caused her aim to be off. It speared into his left shoulder causing him to cry out in pain and grasp at the knife. Aviel didn't give him time to recover as she shoved the first out of her way and rushed toward the second. The wounded man saw her coming and fumbled to rearm his bolt action rifle. He had only managed to get the bolt to eject the spent round by the time Aviel was upon him. She drew her sword and plunged it into his chest, straight through his heart. He gasped in pain for a second before falling limp on her sword. She yanked her knife out of him before kicking him off her sword.

She didn't get time to rest, though, as she heard people yelling in alarm from further up the train. She cursed as she looked around for what to do. Her little area was separated from the rest of the train by a large pile of crates. The big pile covered the entire width of the train, which meant the only obvious way to pass them was to go over them. It would, also, be a good way to get filled full of holes. She got closer and checked the re-purposed cables holding the crates down. She found that they were not cables at all but were actually old unshrunken cobwebs, probably harvested by the Resistance to use a rope and cable. They were more than strong enough to hold these crates in place and that meant they had to be strong enough to hold her too. She then looked out over the side of the train. The crates were stacked up all the way to the next train car, another flatbed though this one had large drum-like things rather than crates.

Rather than go over, she grabbed one of the cables to see if she would get stuck on it. To her surprise, it was only slightly sticky and only took a bit of force to get her hand off it. She had no idea how the Resistance had managed that, but right now she didn't care. She took a deep breath, getting herself ready, and the swung out to the left side of the train.

Holding onto the webs for dear life, she slowly made her way up the side of the crates, the unforgiving pipe bottom speeding by just below her. She made sure not to look down as she heard the Resistance members moving around on top of the crates. She was about halfway to the next car when she saw a left turn in the pipe coming up. She smiled to herself as an idea suddenly hit her.

She took out her sword and began cutting the webs she passed. The webs went flying back up and she heard a few cries of alarm from the people above her. She keep moving and cutting as the turn drew near. She was almost done when someone yelled down at her and she looked up to see another Resistance member glaring down at her. The Resistance woman raised her rifle to fire just as the train began to turn. Without the webs to hold them down, though, the crates shifted and the woman staggered backwards. Yells of shock and terror came from the top of the crates as they slide off the train, taking the people on top of them with them. The crates and people smashed into the wall of the pipe leaving behind a mess of equipment and broken bodies.

Aviel smirked at her plan working before pulling herself up to the top of the crates she hadn't cut free. Only two people had escaped the falling crates and they were running back to the next car. Aviel climbed up and took off after them. She jumped down and onto the next flatbed just as one of them turned and fired a shot at her. She rolled behind one of the drums, it was actually a thimble they had made a lid for, full of whatever just as the bullet zipped past. She peeked out and saw the two of them slide into cover behind their own thimbles further up the flatbed. She quickly dashed to another thimble closer to them as they got situated and was back in cover before they knew it.

She stayed down hidden from sight, hoping they wouldn't realize she had moved. She heard one of their rifles fire and a small hole suddenly appeared in the thimble she had been hiding behind. Out of the hole came a brown liquid that began to pool up around the thimble. The smell of it made it obvious what it was, gasoline. What the hell did they need gas for? She filed that away for later as she refocused on the here and now.

She used their confusion of where she was to slowly sneak her way forward, trying to keep thimbles between her and them. She got about halfway up the train when one of them managed to spot her. She rolled back behind a thimble and pressed herself as low as possible as they opened up.

Holes began to spring up all over the thimble and liquid began to pour out of it, thankfully water and not gas. A small mercy before she was shot to pieces... She looked for some way to get out of this mess when suddenly a gun shot came from behind her and not in front of her.

"Oh fuck!" one of the Resistance members yelled in panic. She looked up from her thimble and watched him suddenly get tossed into the air by a sudden tornado under his feet. The man screamed in panic before flying off the train and landing rather badly on the ground. His body bounced and rolled in a jumbled mess of limbs before quickly vanished from sight as the train sped on. She looked back to where the other man had been and saw him draped over the thimble, blood leaking from a bullet hole in his head.

Aviel turned back to the rear of the train and couldn't help but get a big smile of relief. Flonne was flying toward the train, gaining on it rather quickly, with Sanders in her hand. Sanders was reloading a rifle he had stolen from a Resistance member and Flonne had a ball of green magical energy in her other hand. They both looked rather pleased with themselves having saved Aviel.

Flonne came down toward Aviel. She knocked the last few crates off the last train car and laid down on it, she would have hit the top of the pipe if she stood or sat. She put Sanders down on the flatbed Aviel was on and he rushed forward to the next car, another flatbed with a virtual wall of boxes. He ducked down behind a thimble near the edge of the car and keep his gun ready in case any other Resistance came at them.

"You alright, Aviel?" he yelled back over the noise of the train.

"Little banged up here and there, but I'm fine," she said trying not to look too relieved. She didn't need him getting a big head after being the big hero.

Aviel moved forward and ducked down by a thimble near where Sanders was. No Resistance members had popped up, but that only made Aviel worry more. They had to know they were on the train and probably seen Flonne too. They would be preparing something to stop them and pulling out all the stops to do it. The longer they gave them to prepare, the worst it was going to be.

Aviel motioned for Sanders to cover her as she jumped over to the next car and began to climb the stacked crates. She reached the top and peeked over the top.

The car was mostly a solid "floor" of crates leading to the next car with no cover at all. The Resistance had learned from their previous mistake and were not on any of the crates. In fact, they were not on the train car at all. She looked past the fully loaded flatbed car and toward the next train car.

The next car was a typical passenger car used on model trains. It was completely enclosed with only a sliding door on either end leading inside. Windows lined its side, giving people a view of the scenery(which consisted of dingy pipe walls for now). Two more windows were beside the sliding door along with a ladder leading up to the roof.

Two Resistance members were at the windows facing Aviel. Both had their guns raised and scanning for anyone. Two more were leaning out the windows on the sides and scanning the sides of the train to prevent Aviel's trick from working a second time. One of them spotted her and turned his rifle to fire, but Aviel managed to duck back into cover before he got a shot off. Getting up to the next car was going to be a bit of an issue without any cover. Even Flonne would be taking a risk going up. Her bigger size made her tougher, but not invulnerable. Doubly so when they had no idea how many enemies were waiting for them inside or what they were armed with.

"The next car is just a supply car. No cover at all on it. After that is a passenger car with four Resistance watching the supply car. Not sure how many more are inside it," she yelled back to Sanders and Flonne as she jumped back down.

"There has to be a way to get past them without getting shot up," Sanders said as he looked around for something to use. Aviel did the same before stopping at the thimbles leaking gas onto their car. Now that would be a good way to clear the entrance. And they had the perfect way of getting it over to the Resistance thanks to their giant fairy.

She moved over to one of the undamaged thimbles and pried the lid off it with her knife. Inside was what she was hoping for, gasoline. She pounded the lid back on with the pommel of the knife and turned to Flonne, who had been watching her with a puzzled look.

"Flonne, think you can toss this into the passenger car up ahead?" Aviel asked. Flonne looked at it and then peeked up to get a look at the car up ahead. She leaned back down and looked back to Aviel.

"Yep! Do you want me to?" Flonne asked with a big smile on her face.

"Hold on for a second," Aviel said before moving over to Sanders, "Sanders, I am going to have Flonne toss one of the thimbles into the car."

"What? Why-" he stopped as he looked back over to where the gas had spilled out of the damaged thimble. He got a knowing smile as he nodded to her in understanding. He jumped over the the supply car and started to climb up. While he did that, Aviel headed back to Flonne.

"OK, Flonne. When I say toss, throw the thimble," Aviel instructed. Flonne nodded in understanding, giggling a bit in excitement. Her dainty hands easily lifted the thimble that both Aviel and Sanders would have struggled to even move. Aviel felt the all too familiar jealously of Flonne's and Isabella's sheer power rising up. Maybe if she could pull this mission off and save the Doctor...

She shook off her thoughts before turned back toward Sanders. Sanders clung to the top of the boxes with one hand and his rifle with the other. His feet had found two footholds and he gave a nod of being ready. Aviel climbed up next to him and took out her sword.

"Toss!" she yelled back at Flonne. Flonne leaned up and sent the thimble of gas flying toward the passenger car with an overhand throw. Some yells of alarm were cut short as the sound of metal crashing together, bending, then warping echoed through the pipe. Aviel and Sanders pulled themselves up over the crates to see the damage.

The thimble had smashed apart the back end of the passenger car, leaving it a twisted ruined mess. The thimble had stopped about halfway through the car and was leaking gas all over. The four men who had been at the windows were nowhere to be seen, most likely having been buried in the badly mangled steel.

A few people began to move in the car and started to recover from the suede cannonball crashing through. Sanders didn't give them a chance to full recover, though, as he aimed at some of the leaking gas. He fired and the bullet struck a part of the steel that had been covered in gas. The sparks given off by the bullet hitting steel was more than enough.

Sanders and Aviel ducked back down as the sparks caught the gas on fire. A second later, a massive explosion came from ahead of them and large pieces of flaming wreckage was sent flying behind them on either side of the track. Flonne eeped in alarm before letting go of the train and hovering backwards to avoid the flaming wreckage. Aviel and Sanders looked back over the crates and Aviel couldn't help but smile at the devastation.

The middle of the passenger car was simply gone as if it had never existed. The front wasn't much better with the roof having been peeled back like a banana peel. There was no signs of any of the Resistance in the rubble, but there was some blood splattered around the car. The back part near them was an even bigger mess than it had been before with only the barest of its frame still left.

Both Sanders and Aviel pulled themselves up onto the crates and took off running toward the next car. They only had a few seconds to take advantage of the confusion that little stunt had bought them and they were going to use it. Sanders took the lead as they made their way through the ruined passenger car. Ahead of them was another passenger car exactly like the one they had ruined. Sanders looked back and pointed up and Aviel nodded in understanding. Sanders put away his gun, and took out his mace and shield before plowing straight through the sliding door of the next car. While he charged in, Aviel jumped onto the ladder next to it and scrambled up onto the roof.

Aviel ran over the roof of the train car as yelling and the sounds of fighting came from below. She stopped as she neared the back of the train and moved to the left side of it. She swung out from the train, hands on the roof, and kicked in the window below her to force her way into the fight. Her feet smashed into the face of a Resistance member who had been moving back to the front car and sent him flying into the opposite window. The man crashed through the glass and tumbled off the train with a cry of terror.

Aviel took out her sword as she took in the situation. Sanders was near the back of the car fending off two attackers. A third already laid on the floor with his head smashed in. In the middle of the car were three more Resistance. Two of them had weapons out, a slightly sharpened sewing needle for one and a handgun for the other, while the third was yelling into a radio he had strapped to him to be heard over the fighting.

The two with weapons wheeled around to Aviel as she smashed into the car. She took out her knife and throw it just as the man with the handgun raised it up. His shot went wide as the knife struck his face and sent him sprawling onto the ground with its force.

"Shit! Ollie, get out of here!" the man with the needle yelled to the one next to the radio. He charged Aviel and tried to pierce her with the needle with a lunging strike. Aviel dodged out of the way and counter-attacked with a horizontal cut. The man parried her cut with his needle before hammering his fist into the side of her waist. She grunted in pain as she recoiled from the blow. She swung her sword downward to force the man back as she regrouped.

Ollie, the radio operator, got to his feet while Aviel was fighting. He looked between the two melees going on around him before opening the window.

"I'll get Derek, just hold them off for a few seconds," Ollie said as he climbed out and onto the roof. Aviel didn't have time to worry about him going to get help as the man rushed her again. He thrust the needle straight for her head and she barely managed to knock it off target. She throw her own punch at his face, but he leap back and out of reach.

Aviel growled in annoyance before she rushed him, trying to take back the initiative. She swung a blow for his neck before sweeping her leg to try and knock him to the ground. He parried her blow and leap back away from her leg sweep. Aviel didn't relent as she charged after him. The two traded blows and Aviel was able to force him back with every exchange.

Finally, they passed his dead friend and Aviel forced him backwards long enough for her to grab her knife. Aviel let a viscous smile creep across her face causing the man to raise an eyebrow. She swung her sword at the man's side and smiled as he easily parried the blow. Her knife came racing forward to pierce his throat and the man was too slow on his feet. The knife plunged in before her sword followed into his chest.

"You deserve worse you murderer," she whispered into his ear with sheer hate leaking out of her voice. She pulled her weapons out of him leaving him to gurgle and bleed out on the ground before turning back toward the front car.

Sanders was still dealing with the last Resistance member, so she went forward alone. She opened the sliding door leading out of the car just in time to see Ollie closing the one to the front car. She leap across the gap between cars and took cover on one side of the door, she opened the door and looked in. The Doctor was in the very back in cover behind some of the chairs. The massive man from before was talking to Ollie and had his huge weapon in his hands. He shoved Ollie aside as the door opened. Aviel ducked back into cover just as a bright red laser suddenly shot out of the door. The laser cut into the car behind her and created a scale baseball-sized hole in the train car's frame. The fucker had a damn laser cannon!

Aviel had no idea where the man had gotten Society-level tech, but it was really, REALLY bad news. Neither her nor Sanders' armor was going to mean shit against that and even Flonne would be seriously hurt if she got hit by it. Aviel looked at the ladder leading up and jumped onto it. She stomped her feet on it as if she was climbing it before swinging onto the side of the train. She gripped the lower part of the windows, grunting in effort, and began to shimmy her way to the front side of the train. As she did, she heard the laser cannon go off as the man fired up into the roof. Her little trick looked to be working.

She stopped at the window where the laser was the loudest and took a deep breath. She vaulted up above the window and then crashed through it. The large man turned to his side to see her and tried to bring the massive gun to bear on her. She was quicker, though, and swung her sword straight for his neck. The huge man was quick despite his size and dodged backwards to avoid the blade, just barely. However, his focus on her sword gave Aviel an opening. Aviel took out her knife and plunged it into his shoulder as he was distracted. He growled in fury before he swung a backhand blow straight into Aviel's jaw. She had been so focused on offense she had forgotten to defend herself, stupid!

Aviel staggered into the side wall of the car and recovered just in time to see the man pointing the cannon directly at her. Her eyes widened as it powered up. Suddenly, Sanders' shield smashed into the weapon and caused it to shift just off target enough to miss her by centimeters, the heat from it nearly singeing her ear. Aviel turned to see Sanders charging the man with a mighty yell. The man, however, looked unconcerned and swung the weapon around with faster than Aviel thought humanly possible. He used it like a giant bat and smashed Sanders into the side of the wall. Sanders gasped in pain as pieces of wood flew off from the impact. H groaned in pain before he slumped to the ground, unconscious.

Aviel cursed under her breath at Sanders getting taken out so fast. But, he had saved her and given her an opening and she was going to use it. She leap forward and swung her sword at the man's mid-section. He leap back just enough to keep his gut from being sliced open, but not quick enough to avoid it all together as it left a nasty cut on his stomach. Blood began to leak out from the cut as he growled in fury. He raised his cannon up and used it like a giant club. She dived out of the way as he pulverized the seating behind her with the massive blow. Her quick feet got her behind the man and she rolled back to her feet. The man tried to turn to face her, but was too slow as she thrust her sword into the man's back.

The man yelled out in pain as Aviel used the sword to launch herself onto his back, feet first. She landed on his shoulders and wrapped her muscular legs around his throat to try and choke him. He dropped his cannon as his big hands reached up and tried to pull her legs apart. Despite her leg strength, the man was beginning to win their test of strength and he began to get bigger lungs full of air. However, Aviel still had one ace to play as she ripped her sword out of his back and raised it over his head. Strong or not, he wouldn't be surviving this.

Suddenly, a massive spike of pain slammed into Aviel's shoulder just before she could thrust downward. The loud bang of a gun echoed in the room as blood came flying out of her shoulder. She cried out in pain as she toppled off the large man's shoulders. She grasped at the bullet wound in her right shoulder in horror as she tried to figure out what had happened. The big man took a big gasp of air as Aviel looked over at her fallen sword. She tried to grab her sword, but her right arm refused to obey her and laid still. In the front of the train car, the other Resistance soldier, Ollie, stood up with a ramshackle handgun in his hands.

"You alright, Derek?" Ollie yelled to the large man. The large man turned back to Aviel with a look of utter hate on his face.

"I will be," he growled out as he smiled down at her. "Not so tough when you don't have a five hundred foot advantage, are you Society bitch?" he spit out as he picked up his laser cannon. He raised it to point directly at Aviel's head.

Suddenly, the roof of the passenger car began to rip and tear as two massive, but rather thin, hands peeled it backwards. Derek looked up and raised his cannon just in time to be blown into the air by a large tornado. He flew up and one of the large hands snatched him out of the air, pinning his arm and the cannon in its grip. Flonne had appeared right in the nick of time and was hovering over the car behind them.

"Leave them alone you jerk!" Flonne yelled before tossing Derek backwards towards the rear of the train. His yell of anger slowly vanished as he was sent flying off the train. Flonne glared after him for a second before turning toward Ollie.

"Oh shit," he said before running out the front of the car. Aviel got to her feet and stumbled after him, her rage at him shooting her making her ignore her pain. She got outside just in time to see him jump off the train and start a controlled roll to lessen his injury. She hit the side of the train in annoyance at him having gotten away.

Flonne had moved to the edge as well and glared after the man. She looked down at Aviel and noticed her wound. She reached out and tried to touch it before stopping as Aviel locked her with a harsh glare.

"I...I just wanted to heal you..." she said looking hurt. Aviel looked at her wounded shoulder, sighed, and then motioned for Flonne to go ahead. The fairy slowly moved her hand forward to make sure it was alright before she touched Aviel. Flonne's enormous hand covered most of Aviel's chest, and Aviel had to bit back a gasp as her breasts were pressed inward. A soft white glow appeared on Flonne's hand and spread to Aviel. Aviel winced as the wound flared up, but let out a sigh of relief as it faded away completely. She looked at the wound and saw that it and any sign of it was gone.

"Thanks," Aviel said without giving the fairy a second look. Magic or no magic, Flonne was still new and Aviel didn't want to get attached to her. Plus she had more important things to do. She turned back to the inside of the train car and saw Sanders slowly coming to. The Doctor was still hiding in the front corner looking very worried about what had just happened. He looked between Aviel and Sanders with a terrified look.

"You don't need to look so scared. We are with the Society, Shields Regiment, Ranger Division. We are here to rescue you," she said trying to sound comforting. She must have been better at it than she thought as he suddenly brightened up.

"Did you say Shields? You're with the Shields?!" he stammered out as he grabbed her by the collar. He looked at her like he was begging her to say yes, like it was the only chance he had.

"Yeah I am wi-" she stopped as she noticed something on his neck she hadn't noticed till he had gotten closer. Her blood suddenly ran cold as realization of what it was hit her. A bomb collar...the fucking monsters had put a bomb collar on him.

"Oh fuck, SANDERS!" she yelled at Sanders as she pulled the Doctor along with her. He stumbled a bit from the sudden pulling, but came along as she pulled him toward her partner.

"Wha...what happ-" Sanders groaned out as he finally began to regain his bearings.

"LATER, he has a bomb collar on him!"

"A bo-A WHAT?!" Sander yelled out before jumping to his feet. Having gotten a second wind, he rushed over and turned the Doctor around to face the back of the collar. He looked at it for a few seconds before cursed to himself.

"Fuck, its code locked. I can't get it off him unless I know the code."

"Then guess something!"

"If I guess wrong it will blow, too! Now shut up so I can thin-" Sanders stopped as the bomb collar began to beep out a warning. The Doctor's face turned pale as he mouthed out an "oh god." But his terror was soon replaced by grim determination. He grabbed both Aviel and Sanders with his hands. He pulled them close with surprising strength.

"Listen to me, Lindale. Seven, nine, two. Thirty-two, eighty-five, twelve. The tr-" he was cut off as the collar went off. The small explosive sent bits of Doctor Manchent's head flying everywhere and covered both Sanders and Aviel in bloody pulps. Sanders looked on in utter horror as Flonne gasped and looked away. Aviel stared at the headless body as it slumped down to the ground, stunned that the Resistance would go that far. A man who had done nothing but help people, even those outside the city...

For a few minutes the train car was silent save for the sounds of the train moving down the track. Sanders clutched his mouth and moved to the side before barfing as he tried to get pieces of the man's skull off. Aviel numbly did the same as the shock still wore on. They had really did it.... Then their radio's crackled and sputtered to life.

"-opy? Sanders, Aviel, Flonne, anyone answer," Isabella practically begged over the radio. She sounded to be on the verge of tears and pleaded for one of them to answer. Aviel activated her headset as she turned away from the dead Doctor.

"Aviel here...we're all fine," she said, her voice a bit more mechanical than she had wanted it to sound. It was...hard to feel anything right now.

"Oh than-..." Isabella started in relief before stopping herself. There was a short pause before she continued, in her usual demanding tone, "What is your status? Why did you wait so long to report?"

"Resistance was jamming our signal. We found the Doctor and captured the train, but...Manchent is dead," Aviel said feeling the sting of failure finally hit home. This was supposed to be a rescue mission, and they had failed. He had been right in front of them and... If only she had been stronger, been more powerful maybe....

"Dead... Did the Resistance kill him?" Isabella asked.

"Yes. He had an explosive collar on him. We tried to defuse it, but... there wasn't enough time," Aviel reported before glancing back at Sanders. Sanders had fallen to the ground and was gasping for breath as he recovered from his revulsion. He still had a blank look on his face as if relieving the moment in his head. He looked back at Manchent's body with a far away look.

"I see... I'll report what happened to Command. There is a damaged section of pipe that leads outside soon. Come out there and I will be there to pick you up. And don't blame yourselves for his death. I am sure you did everything you could," Isabella said trying to soothe them. It helped a bit to hear that it wasn't their fault and Aviel knew it wasn't, but...but damn was it hard to accept. Failure, when it cost such a good man's life, was never easy to swallow. Damn the Resistance to hell for their cruelty.

Flonne came back to the hole she had ripped in the roof and waited for Sanders and Aviel. Aviel headed over before looking back at Sanders. Sanders had recovered for the most part. He picked up Manchent's headless torso in his arms, turning only a bit green from it, and carried him over to the hole.

"Least we can do is bring him back for a proper burial. Do something right..." he mumbled still looking downcast. Aviel opened her mouth to say something, but couldn't think of anything to say. There really was nothing to say. She put her hand on his shoulder before nodding up at Flonne. The giant fairy picked them up and slowly flew them to the opening up ahead.


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Terrorist bent on the destruction of Atlanta and the Society, the Resistance is the greatest threat to peace in the current world. Scattered all over the world, these small bands of criminals and malcontents attack, pillage, and destroy anything in their mad quest to oppose the Society.

Convinced the Society is evil and attempting to gain control of the world, they attempt to sway people with their conspiracy theories and make them join them in their cause. Despite their supposed noble goals, they often kill more innocent civilians than military members in their raids. Society spies have found that most people in the Resistance are simply jealous of the success and peace those in the cities have. Rather than joining, however, they chose to fight and bring everyone down to their level.

Citizens are advised to treat all Resistance members as armed and extremely dangerous. Resistance members almost always carry guns and have been shown to have no compulsion about using them. Exactly how the Resistance makes or gets these guns, however, is something of a mystery which even the Society has been unable to fully explain. Anyone with information on this should contact a Society member ASAP. Rewards for such info are ready to be given.

Typical tactics, weapons, uniforms, and locations of Resistance forces are all classified.