Back at Charli's the group laughed as they enjoyed some beers.
"Dude, where did you learn to fight like that?"
"You ask a lot of question for someone who didn't like the idea of having me around this morning."
"Look, I was skeptical, but that was crazy."
The Ghost smiled and looked at Charli.
"I know those guys were bugging you, Clarity gave me the scoop on what was going on."
"Thank you."
"For what?"
"Standing up to them."
"Don't mention it."
Charli hugged the Ghost as the group chilled in the house.
"So what's America like?"
"America? Why do you wanna know?"
"We've all been talking. We wanna go."
"Go as in..."
"Live there."
The Ghost nodded, thinking for a long moment before responding.
"It isn't easy there, everything I have there is made by me. I have limited resources, but I work really hard for what I have."
"Do you at least have electricity?"
"No shit."
LQ laughed, and looked at his group. "What do you guys say? Yes or No to moving the Pulse Sparrows to America?"
"I'm in." said Clarity
"Even if it's hard there, it's better than living here. So, I'm in."
"Great! I'll tell Mick to pack up shop and we'll go."
"Hold your horses. I can't leave for another day or so."
"Why not?"
"I'm here to learn as much as I can about the Order's controlled territories. Trust me, I have more than enough intel, but my question is where is Rothschild?"
"The Overlords never visit. They are to busy with their own projects to come and see us."
"Perfect, then all I need now is gather some small supplies and get ready to leave. I'd start packing, just what you can carry. We can make most things back home."
As the group split up, Charli went upstairs and packed a back full of the things he'd need. He also cleared out the medicine cabinet as we combed the house. As he finished, he heard the screeching of tires, and Clarity yelling.
Outside, the lead bully had returned with a bunch of his mates.
"TELL THAT GAY BITCH TO GET OUT HERE!"
Charli walked down the stairs and out the door. The bully smiled, "You and your twat of a boyfriend should have never messed with me. Now I'm going to beat the fuck, out of both of you, while he watches. I am John Soros, son of Lord Soros."
As Charli was held up by the other bullies, Clarity looked at him with tears in her eyes. She knew if the Ghost did anything, they would hurt them. However, it was getting dark, and the Ghost hadn't left the house.
"See, you boyfriend is scared of me, he won't even leave the house." He motioned for his goon to search the house. However, the Ghost was nowhere to found.
"Yes you melt, he's abandoned you."
"Bullshit I have."
Across the dimly lit street, the Ghost was walking towards them, suited up in his armor and wielding his sledgehammer.
"Knives out boys, but he's all mine."
The bully takes a step to the Ghost who throws the hammer at the guys holding Charli, however, the hammer crushes Charli's leg.
The Ghost snaps John's knife in half and pick him up by the throat.
"I wish I could kill you, but I'd rather not bloody my nice new armor."
"W..what are you?" said John, struggling to breath.
"I am someone you really shouldn't piss off!"
The Ghost threw John through the car's windshield and rushing in and scooped up Charli. Using a swift kick, he broke the bullies' arms that were holding Clarity and LQ.
"Stay on my ass!"
The Ghost ran in front of the group as the other bullies returned to see John's crew all messed up. They got into their vehicles and took off after them.
"Where are we going?"
"A friend of mine stashed something nearby, we'll use it to escape."
"Aye, what do you want me to do with your hammer?"
"Hang onto it!"
As the sound of engines approached, the Ghost took the group into the woods, where the Ottawa Escort B-25 was waiting for them.
"Everyone inside and hurry."
As the Sparrows loaded up, Mick arrived and hopped in.
"Clarity, strap Charli in! It's about to get rough!"
The plane fired up as the bullies arrived. The Ghost slammed the throttles into max as he tried to outrun the futuristic cars.
"GHOST! WE'RE OUT OF LAND!!!"
"HOLD ON!"
The plane took a sharp dip before ascending above the coastline. The bullies had missed their chance to stop the plane.
"I TOLD YOU TO STOP THEM!"
"They're gone, you're back to being king again mate. Relax, they aren't coming back."
"Yea...You're right."
Once the B-25 was away, the Ghost handed controls over to Mick, a 55 year old chrome-junky.
"How is Charli?"
"His leg is broken but he'll be alright."
"Now what?"