As the Counsel rose back to their former building level, Demi took their leave and took to the streets of New Ottawa.
Busch Hunter, gather as many able bodied troops, guard this town, specifically the Ghost. I'll be out on a mission.
Copy, anywhere in particular?"
No.
As Demi hopped on their motorcycle, they peeled out of Ottawa and tore down the roads. About ten minutes down the road, a small group of infected parasites had wondered into the road. Demi pulled out their dual katanas and removed their heads from their bodies and keep riding. The motorcycle pushed 130 miles per hour as they reached Starved Rock where some New World Order soldiers had been camped out. As the motorcycle slammed into the first soldier, Demi skewered the second.
Didn't the Ghost warn y'all?
The Ghost of Ottawa is dead bitch.
That's why they called upon me.
Yea? Who are you supposed to be? Let me guess, The Slut of Ottawa?
The other soldiers laughed but Demi's blades got the last laugh. Blood splattered across the trees and they laughed as their blades dripped with the crimson blood of degenerates.
I'm the god-damn Grey Tempest you fucking wastes of...
Oxygen?
Demi pointed their blades at the unknown voice.
Woah friend, I'm on your side. Spencer, Spencer Mctavish. I'm Keith's second in command.
Spencer was muscular, he dog tags hung out of his black shirt, his blue yes piercing the space around him as he offered Demi their shotgun.
You left this in New Ottawa.
Thanks.
Where you headed?
To..
Get revenge right?
Demi glared at him as he picked his bag.
Me too, mind if I tag along?
So long as you don't slow me down nor try to stop me.
Copy that Tempest, let's roll.
As the two made their way through Starved Rock Country, Zach and Demi talked out the Ghost. Zach was impressed how much impact on person could have on everyone he'd been around.
Think he'll make it?
He'd better. That asshole promised me he'd stay alive or I'd kick his sorry ass all the way to hell.
Spencer laughed as he held onto Demi.
Trust me, I believe the Ghost is way to stubborn to die. If anyone's gonna gut Rothschild and this New World Order, it'll be him.
Demi nodded and pulled over at a gas station. The two began gathering supplies as the sun began to set. However, New World Order troops had surrounded the building. Demi took a deep breath and threw the door open.
LISTEN UP! I am the Tempest of Ottawa, I will make you suffer, I will burn down everything you hold dear.
The New World Order soldiers made the move only to have Spencer crack two of their skulls and Tempest shotgun unloading dragon's breath into their chests. As the shotgun kicked out fiery blasts of death, Tempest was in a full grin as they marched over the bloody corpses of the NWO soldiers who had previously stood in their way.
As Tempest hopped back onto the motorcycle, Spencer picked up his now full bag. They exchanged a glance and a smile before peeling off towards Ottawa once again. The mound of bodies burning as they faded into the distance.