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JACK · **09-30-2014, 10:56 PM**

The day is coming.

The day where we finally lace boots and take each other on.

But which one of us are you facing?

Could you be facing a war veteran, scarred from seeing friends and fellow soldiers die on the battlefield, thirsty for blood?

Or could you be fighting a discriminated man who was beaten up just for the color of his skin?

It all depends on your guilty and confused imagination of yours exactly who you're fighting.

All you have to do is get in the ring and fight.

It's as simple as that.

You'll know exactly what you're up against when the time comes.

For now, just take whatever precious time you have left for our match and relax.

No need to make everything worse for yourself.

Just sit back...

...relax...

...and embrace the Hidden Order's triumph over you.

Smoke rises out of an abandoned factory in Mexico City. It hasn't been used in what looks like a decade but it's shooting smoke out of the dark blue sky. Multiple men are seen walking around the building and carrying assault rifles in a readied position. Not too far from the building lie a bunch of barrels that conveniently sit not too far away. Behind one of the barrels, Caleb is crouching with a radio transmitter in hand, ready to transmit any new information that comes his way. He sees a military van reversing into the building; exactly what it's carrying cannot be seen from Caleb's current position. Two men get out of the van and begin to unload its contents.

Caleb: The kids have arrived home. The trunk has opened.

Jack: Copy.

The two men pick up a large crate and carry it out of the van. They set it down next to a large man wielding a crowbar, who wastes no time prying the lid of the box clean off. After doing so, another man reaches in and pulls out a large bag filled with cocaine and speed. The man looks at the shipping crew with a raised eyebrow, as if expecting more.

Man 1: Eso es todo?

Man 4: Sí, eso es todo.

The man looks at the contents of the box before shrugging, content with the amount of drugs brought in.

Man 2: Cualquier problema con los policías?

Man 3: Confía en mí, hombre, que se hizo cargo de ellos.

Caleb leans out to look at the scene.

Man 1: Ninguno de los testigos?

Man 3: Que quiere decir esto?

Just then, a woman and her daughter are pulled out of the van by an unseen fifth man. They have bandanas wrapped around their mouths, preventing them from yelling out. Caleb's eyes widen as he hides behinds the barrels again, a little shaken up by the sights before using the small radio again.

Caleb: They have friends over, I repeat, they have friends over!

The four men hear this and silently begin walking toward the group of barrels, weapons armed.

Man 2: Salir de allí! Podemos escuchar!

Caleb: Oh, shit...

He shakily reaches for his pistol, but his hand is way too shaky to keep it still long enough. The armed cartels fire a couple of warning shots, letting out muffled screams of terror as the bullets hit the floor beside Caleb. This panics him even more a he reaches into his jacket for his gun. He starts to sweat as they get even closer to him. The couple attempt to scream even louder before getting butted by the end of a gun, shutting them up. He manages to find his pistol and pulls it out. However, before a single shot can be fired from his pistol, multiple gunshots and screams of agony can be heard along with the loud thumps of bodies landing on the floor. Wondering what the hell just happened, Caleb looks out from the barrels, seeing that the Hidden Order have rushed onto the scene and shot all five cartels dead. The kid is petrified as he sees that all of the Jacks are looking straight at him.

Jack: Has the boy done his job?

Another Jack nods his head in approval before the scene cuts out in a rather rushed ending.

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