-48 hours before the Ghost fell from the sky, aboard the Ottawa Escort-
"Ghost this plan of yours..."
"Clancy, you task is to gather the IRA that is left and use the hovercrafts that Cassie has had planted on the shoreline. I will be retrieving some intel on life in the Order."
"Alright bossman."
While the Ghost had been playing schoolboy, Clancy and Reverend Everett had been sent to Ireland, hoping to recruit more Irishmen to their cause. They left the Ottawa Escort in the forest where the Ghost could find it.
As the two made their way into Ireland, Reverend Everett sat quietly as Clancy drove.
"My contact will be in the pub, hope you're not against drinking Father."
"Bible says don't be drunk, not to have a drink Clancy."
"That's what I like to here Father."
As they pulled into the pub, the bartender directed them to the backroom. The IRA members stared at Clancy.
"There's the bloody fisherman."
"Sorry to keep you waiting."
"And who's with ya?"
"This is Father Everett. He's from where I've been."
"So...you made it?"
"Yes, and lads, it's a beautiful think they are doing."
"I take it you're here for us?"
"Just like I said."
The group cheered and just like began tearing down the pub. Pints of beer sloshed about as the group got the entire bar to come along.
"PACK YOUR BEER BOYS! WE'RE FREE MEN AGAIN!"
With a cheer and the clinking of mugs, the Irish cheered and danced about. They drank and tore down their bar. Reverend Everett raised a mug and the bar cheered as they began to pack their belongs and rushed home to get their families.
As midnight came about, the entire pub and their families loaded themselves into the hovercrafts and followed Clancy and Reverend Everett out to sea.
As they cruised out to sea, they were picked up by the Lone Star Republic's own aircraft carrier.
By this time, the Ghost had already landed and was eager to get home.
"Well Clancy, seems to me everything worked out well."
"You're damn right it did! My whole pub is coming to America!"
"Good, now we can prepare for our next plan."
"Which is?"
"We make our move on Antarctica."
As the carrier steamed home, the Ghost and his team checked on Charli.
"Hey, look who's awake!"
"Did da doc fix you up mon?"
"Yes, he was... Where is the Ghost?"
"The Ghost is on the command deck."
"Dude, apparently he's their leader."
Charli looked at the ground and then tried to stand up."
"Hold up mon, doc says you stay in bed till we get to da coast."
"The coast?"
"Mon, we going to America."
Charli laid back down, he wasn't sure if he'd made the right choice, but he did notice his arm was bandaged.
"What happened to my arm?"
"The doctors cut out your microchip, same with all of us."
"We were chipped?"
"Yes we were."
Charli began to understand the scope of what the Ghost was fighting against.
As the ships steamed onwards, the sun began to rise, and a new day was coming.