As New Ottawa arose from their bunker, the New World Order had been trying to suppress rebellions that had been popping up all over their territories. The Russians and Germans were specifically up in arms attacking the New World Order at every turn.
"Lord Rothschild, we need a decisive plan to win! We have rebellions gaining traction all over the territories! We need this ended!"
"Send out a broadcast, stating I have returned. Then deploy our troops, anyone who steps out of line, will be killed on sight."
Rothschild looked out of his tower to see his world, the world he had stolen from the people. "Remind these people they don't want freedom, they want rules and structure. Remind them exactly who it is that is in command."
As Rothschild's forced began to crush rebellions across Europe, making their way to Russia and Germany, the two countries made contact with New Ottawa.
"Comrade Alexi! We have them!"
"This is the Ghost of Ottawa."
"Da, Ghost of Ottawa, we, the people of Russia are formally requesting the aid of New Ottawan troops! We have German leader, Heinz, here as well with his people. We need the support."
"Alexi, if we send you troops, we run the risk of being conquered ourselves. We will meet you halfway across the Atlantic. If the New World Order is coming to you, you need to leave. I can promise you, you will have your homeland back."
"Understood, we will meet you."
"Ghost out."
As the Ghost hung up the radio, he ordered his task force to move out to the East Coast to get the battleships and carriers moving. As the New Ottawan Task Force, N.O.T.F, left to meet the Russians and Germans, the Overlord assumed command and kept the progress moving.
CIMCO was pushing out steel faster than before and Libby-Owens was producing weapons and vehicles faster than it ever had. Archie was busy helping get the farmers to work planting crops and assisting in getting old blueprints for some of the older factories in the area as well. As the city sprung back to life, everyone had their parts to play.
"Miss Barbara?"
"Why Juno! Haven't talked to you in a minute! What can I do for you?"
"I need a fleet of helicopters to assist me."
"With what child?"
"Operation Resurrected Democracy."
Meanwhile, the N.O.T.F was making great timing on their voyage across the ocean. Keith, leader of the Lone Star faction of New Ottawa, stood on the deck of the carrier as he pondered their next move.
"Thought on all this?"
"Ghost, we really allying with commies?"
"In this war, ideologies don't exactly matter."
"Fair, but consider me skeptical."
"That's understandable. We're fortunate they reached out to us."
"Why's that?"
"Think about it. The New World Order has had the advantage for a long time, but thanks to our broadcast before the battle for Antarctica, we aren't fighting uphill. People are waking up, seeing the order for the lying, murderous scumbags that they are. As they watched, we had sure to put on one hell of a show. They now understand more than they ever have, the New World Order has created a two-class society, and that my Texan friend is the basis of every revolution. Crush the workers enough and they remove your head."
"You my midwestern friend, have plenty of that aggression that makes you midwesterners so feared. You sure you're okay?"
"I'll be better once every leader of the New World Order is dead and their order is shattered like glass."
"Jesus. Well, let's hope these commies bring some good shit to the table."