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-1240 hours, The Pentagon

"And so, we shall wipe out the foul commoners who point weapons at our families, our children, and declare peace with death raining around them. We shall purge the world from their sins. We shall-" The recording was saying for perhaps the hundredth time since that morning when it was broadcasted across every wavelength.

General Carter tapped the pen in his hand thoughtfully, looking at the reel revolve slowly. Despite all the technological advancements of the United States, they had not been able to trace who had made such a message, only that it had come from overseas somewhere.

"The president has been informed, and demands action. He's currently in Congress presenting the issue. Units will most likely be dispatched to find the source. But that's not what worries me, gentlemen." He said, standing up from the meeting table and looking at who had assembled.

"What worries me is the reports we've received lately ofthe casualties of our forces, which are alarmingly high, as well as the state they were found in." He said, pressing the clicker in his other hand, changing the slide and causing groans of disgust and dismay."

"It's clear that we're not dealing with Insurgents anymore. And it's also clear we can't back away from this issue until it is resolved." He said, casting a serious gaze upon the room.

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-1255 hours, Balad, Iraq

"Valle! I need to talk to you about something. Step into my office." Said Captain Hendrickson, walking into the barracks and announcing himself, then into his office, which was located in a side room. Valle was the best squad leader in his command, his troops were top-notch, if a little crazy, and he had to recommend somebody. Besides, he would probably welcome a change in pace.

"Spotty":
I notice Valle get called into Hendrickson's office. "Looks like we're going to be moving out soon guys." I yell to the rest of the squad. I then head to my equipment and begin cleaning it thouroughly.

Amadeus was leaning against the wall, using both his hands to adjust his sunglasses while Valle got called away,"Whatever, I'm staying in this outfit for the entire day, and you people can't stop me."He walked off the wall, and went for his equipment, taking out his favored rifle, and then hugging it.

Euroka laid quietly in his tent with his rifle resting against his chest and his Military cap slid down over his eyes. With a cigarette pressed to his mouth he couldn't dream of no place he'd rather be than in a war. He had taken off his shirt and Combat vest while he rested practically ignoring all but the word of his C.O.

Every know and again he would fiddle with the bolt on his rifle, working it as if to get used to the fluid feel. Though he loved his job he periodically looked to his right hand were his fathers gold ring sat practically glued to his finger. It was a symbol of hope and family, and he wished he could have served along side them on their battlefields of the past.

With a twitch of his ear the voice of 'ol Spotty loud and clear, almost eager at the sound of moving into combat, though what he felt and what he displayed were rarely one and the same, thus he laid there still with his eyes covered as a soft jazzy tune called to him over the radio in his tent.

Jake knew the roll call was coming.

It was time to hide the grenades, He proceded to pull grenades from every possible spot on him and hide them in his knapsack. then he went to his other gear and got the rest of his grenades, putting most into the knapsack, and the absolute maximum allowable on his person were strapped to his chest.

All while humming the 'Hamster Dance'.

"Spotty":
I hear Jake humming 'Hamster Dance'. "Hey Jake, stop humming that song already, play this on the CD player instead." I reach into my pack and chuck him my CD with 'Hamster Dance' on it.

Jake stops, completely stunned.

"Cd player!?! We have a CD player!!"

He runs up and practically yanks his arm off, pulling him in all directions.

"Where is it!!? WHERE!!"

"Spotty":
I growl at being pulled around by Jake. "Let go of my arm before you lose yours." I then walk over to one of the tables and show him the CD player. "Want to know where the table tennis table is too?" I say sarcastically, seeing as that one's in plain site. I then walk over to the table tennis table, unfold one side and begin playin against myself for practice.

Jake races to the CD player and inserts the CD, finds the song, and plays it, then begins to dance.

"Do do do, do di do do do di do, Come on Everybody do the Hamster Dance!"

"Spotty":
I look over at Jake "I don't think we want to dance and if you call that dancing then you have a serious probem."
I then return to playing table tennis.

Amadeus looked at Jake,"You have got to be kidding me."He moved towards the CD player, and quickly turned it off when Jake began dancing, and replaced it with 'Blue Seude Shoes',"See, isn't that much better?"

"Spotty":
I look towards Jake and the CD player "Tell me you're kidding Amadeus, please tell me you're kidding. You can't really think that's better."

Amadeus held his rifle at Spotty,"Yeah? Well what do you think is good?"

"Spotty":
I see Amadeus pointing his rifle at me and I growl threateningly. "I'd put that gun away if I were you, and personally I don't mind what music I listen to but I have a preference for Heavy Metal."

Jake is amazed.

He pulls two grenades off his chest (the pins are still in them)
"Hey, I am the one with the weapons of mass destruction here, and I say we listen to the Hamster dance! Or at least the Techo Chicken Dance."