As the Ghost removed his armored fist back through the hole, the Vice President could've sworn he heard one of the citizens call out, "Their defenses are broken! Let the execution begin!"
The Ghost pried open the bulkhead doors to be met by Agents and Secret Service members opening fire at him. The Ghost batted them aside as he and the other American Faction Citizens entered the large room.
"No more places to run, Mr. Vice President." Said the Ghost the door clattered to the ground. A Secret Service Agent leapt at Liam only to have the Ghost grab him and toss him to the ground.
"Anyone else who decides to be a fool, will be curb-stomped by yours truly. Now... Mr. Vice President." The Ghost pointed at him, "I am here to inform you, that your Madam President, died. Just as the other two-hundred million Americans unfortunate enough to be caught out in your raining of missiles did."
"Why...What.. What do you want from me and who the hell are you?"
"I am the Ghost of a city you'd no longer recognize nor are welcome in. The citizen army you see here before you, and upon those monitors, we're here to arrest you, get justice for the million, you all murdered. If you're lucky, you'll be hanged for your crimes against America and her citizens."
"Look... Let's talk about this... I am a reasonable man!"
"Shut your trap before one of the many veterans behind me seals it for you."
"WE DIDN'T HAVE A GOD DAMN CHOICE!" The Vice President's lip quivered as he spoke. The Ghost locked his eye on him.
"Explain, you've got ten seconds."
"Rothschild sent us a communication, check the fucking computer."
The Ghost nodded and Liam ran over the computer. "Password?" Before the Vice President could respond, the Ghost plugged his suit in allowing Madie Sue to hack past the security walls and firewalls.
"Should be open Liam."
"Sweet, I'm in."
"Look for the icon with a red and black ribbon." Said the Vice President. As Liam opened it, he and the others around him hurled.
"Liam report, what's going on."
"Ghost.... forget the room.... this is.... grotesque." Said Liam. The Ghost nodded to Tyrese as he marched over to the computer and looked. What he saw nearly made him hurl. Rothschild communication read that he was going to create a new and improved society with a new, improved, kind of humanity. The Eugenic super soldiers were just the first wave of improvements. His end goal....
"A superhuman, "metahuman", society. Hereby, I authorize the euthanization of any major populations that would cause this plan to enter a period of trouble." The Ghost paused, turned around and hurled. Written in red were the words, "The Dead are to Harvested and Used to further the New World Order's Eugenics Project."
As the factions reeled from the new development, their leaders were in a panic and dismay. The Ghost grabbed the Vice President by the neck. "WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!?!?"
"I follow my orders. Rothschild is going to give humanity the advancement we've needed."
"You'll never fucking see that happen. Major Mcginnis, your orders are to execute everyone within this godless bunker."
"There are children in here. Please, don't harm them."
"I, unlike you, am not a monster. Liam, have your people get the children out of this bunker. Once they are out... Mcginnis, incinerate everyone here." The Ghost grabbed the computer, the Vice President's key cards, and left the room, helping Liam out of the bunker.
"Good call on the children."
"I hate to rip them away, but with people like that... they're better off in our version of foster care. Now that we know what the hell Rothschild's angle is, we have to alert the others, alert everyone to this absolute gross mistreatment of humans and what the hell he's planning to do."
As the Ghost and Liam emerged from the bunker, General Allen rushed a radio to the Ghost. "Attention allied forces and Greater Ottawans. The Operation is a success, but we have learned the horrific truth of what is going on. We shall elaborate further upon our arrival in Greater Ottawa. G of O out."
Once Mcginnis and his team emerged from the bunker, the Ground forces loaded onto C-7 transports and returned to Greater Ottawa. Once they arrived, everyone gathered to hear the report.
"Upon our questioning of the Vice President of the United States, we uncovered a grotesque and dastardly plot." Started the Ghost, "Rothschild and his New World Order seek to create a "Metahuman Society", just like the ones in some comic books and/or manga where every single human being has a superhuman ability. Of the two-hundred million Americans assumed KIA or MIA, we can say they were transported to the New World Order to be harvested for their organs, harvested for their blood and bodies along with animals and other things for a Eugenics project called "The Singular Percent". At this time, we have no idea as to what is going on over there, but we shall within the week. I am saddened to be the bearer of such grime news, and I wish I could say everything will be alright, but at this time, this is what we know, this is all we know."
Rain began to fall steadily as the Ghost and their combined force got undressed from their combat gear. No words were spoken, none were needed as they realized the sheer weight of what was coming for them, just how badly they'd need every victory in the future.
Meanwhile, across the ocean, things were looking extremely for the New World Order had been rather quiet, rather too peaceful. Not even the fascist would dare oppose Rothschild and his upgraded body. Resistances were crushed, led to the slaughter by their hands caught in Rothschild's hand.
"My, my, my, look at what big hands I have.... Doctor, please feel free to use them in your next set of vials. I want this batch... better than the last ones you delivered to me."
"As you wish, my lord." As the Doctor walked the soldiers and prisoners into the laboratory, Rothschild stood out on his balcony. His body was far younger, his strength far exceeded that of any normal human. He was the one of many metahumans living in the Eastern-Hemisphere of the world.
"What will you do once all of the East is converted, my lord?" Asked Lord Rockefeller.
"It's simple really." Rothschild started as he gave Rockefeller a sinister look. "I will remake the world in my image. No one in this world is even close to the level of god. For I AM GOD! I will bring anyone who stands in my way to their bloodstained end by my hands. Never again will we allow the so-called "People" to squash our plans or ruin our lives by making them eternally wed to the very idea of dependency upon us. This is the future I promise you all. Bear witness and see my godly strength!"
Rothschild's laugh echoed across the land as he cackled evilly into the night skies of London.
"What about the little problem child who ripped your arm off?" Asked Lady and Lord Clinton.
"He'll be a bloodstain I'll enjoy making. Our next fight... will be... Personal."