As the planes begin to dot the New Ottawa, the airbase silent alarms brought everyone to the runway.
"Go ahead and talk to him."
"Ghost, do you copy? Over."
"I copy, what's going on?"
"Once you land, we need to talk. Mrs. Alvarado made Cinnamon Rolls."
"Roger that, tell Mrs. A thank you."
"Ghost, we don't..."
"Trouble below, I'm suiting up in the BPA-100, everyone else land as if everything is normal. Jarrin, cycle the city wide so I can make my approach."
As the bombers and Japanese planes set down, they are greeted by a man wielding an electrified steel golf club.
"Welcome home! By home I mean our new home, your old home."
"Who the fuck are you?"
"My name...Everyone who am I?"
"He is Reagan, and doesn't fuck around."
"Exactly, so which one of you is the Ghost?"
"He's not here, so you've got me, The Watcher."
"The Watcher? Now that's an innuendo right?"
Daniel gritted his teeth looking at Reagan. "What exactly do you want?"
"I was told that the Ghost was in charge and I'm here to relieve him of his command as your little village is now under my control."
"Not likely, do you know how you're fucking with?"
"Well as you've heard, I don't fuck around and I have no trouble demonstrating my resolve on one of your people."
"Like HELL you will." a voice said above everyone.
Looking up, Reagan was greeted by the Ghost dropping down just inches from him.
"See, now that is some badass armor."
"Take your goons and leave my city."
"Woah, we haven't even introduced ourselves."
"I have no intention of being relieved of command, so get out."
"See I can't do that. I want this city and I WILL have this city."
"Are you threatening me?"
"I might be, or I might be threatening your people. Your choice."
Everyone else shook their heads knowing that Reagan had just had just signed his own death certificate. Without hesitation, the Ghost activated his fire cyclone and cooked Reagan's soldiers down to a charred dust.
"For someone who doesn't fuck around, you sure do play a lot of stupid games." said the Ghost now walking towards Reagan.
"Not cool, you just killed my men, that's gonna cost you."
"No, you threatened my people, and I'm going to level Aurora, because only a shit stain like you would have the balls to step to me and fail to meet my expectations. B-25 Ottawa Escort, level their fortress."
Reagan felt the ground shudder as Aurora was removed the map. "Now get the fuck out of my city before I decide to make a front door example out of you. SCRAM!"
Reagan took off running out of the gates, as the Ghost stomped after him and sealed the gates.
"Anyone gonna fill me in on as to who the fuck that jackass was?"
"He's a leader of other survivors, he's someone we need to keep away from."
"Good, lets get our Japanese friends situated. Now lets..."
"Front gate! Three unknown! INDENTIFY YOURSELVES OR BE SHOT!"
"Woah woah! Easy lads, we mean ya no trouble!"
"Names and what the fuck you're doing here!"
"The name is Clancy, and these are my brothers. We're from Ireland, we seek asylum."
"Ireland huh. Ghost?"
"Take them to the mansion, let's see if they are spies or if they're tell you the truth."