"The Middle East?, What do you mean?" Brandon asked with confusion as he looked at Frame's back.

"I mean go through the Middle east, through Egypt and invade through Spain." Frame turned around very quickly while he was speaking, but clearly he caught both of the men's attention's since they were both surprised.

"That....isn't too bad of a idea." Brandon rubbed his chin as he looked at Frame, and then the Map's behind him.

"Although, you forget the Turk's and the other Countries in the Middle east, do not want anything to do with this conflict, if we do anything they will join Europe in the fight very quickly." Malcom pointed out the fact with Concern as they had their little meeting, but was met by silence for a minute or so before Frame sighed.

"Yes, but what if, it was all pointed at the King?" Frame turned around and looked at both of them, with Joy in his eye's as he spoke of his idea.

"The King?....What do you mea-." Brandon stopped mid sentence as he finally understood what Frame was getting at, but the plan did seem bold it wasn't bad in the End.

"So we invade the Middle East, and Blame it on the King....Because they would think we are just following Order's." Malcom spoke as he held his metal hand up to his Chin, but motioned it to where it seemed like he was thinking.

"Exactly....For all we know the King is being blamed for everything, and I'm just a simple General Following Order's to the Enemy." Frame sat down in his chair again as he looked at both of the men again.

"I'm in." Brandon spoke in confidence as he stood straight, but in a manner that left the men in Silence.

"You know I'm always up for a bit of Action." Malcom spoke next as he smiled. He knew this was fool hearty, but a Family like theirs stayed together no matter what, and even if it meant some blood shed here and there.

"For Kaleb." Brandon spoke after them, while nodding in Confidence, but to Frame he almost forgotten before this meeting he had told them about the unfortunate death of Kaleb. They were told they would receive a New Marshall soon, but it seemed strange to them....Very strange indeed. Though for these two they had been silent when he had told them, but he knew they were angry not at him, or anyone else there, no...but at the King, and their Enemies.

"For Kaleb, and those who Died in America." Frame nodded to both of them as he slowly stood up, but when he looked at them they only returned the nod.

"Get the other's into Line, and get our Army ready....We're going to Battle." The other's nodded and saluted before they both walked out, but only Brandon came back in.

"You really think we can pull this off?" He asked as he walked over to Frame who in return was staring at the Map's.

"Well, we have proven the Impossible before haven't we?" Frame raised a eyebrow as he chuckled slightly, but laughed when saw that Brandon was doing the same. If there was one thing that these two had in common, they were similar in the same way possible, Brandon Tilson and the lone Frame, the Dynamic duo some had said.

"Do you think we can get past the Turk's however?" Brandon asked serious this time as he leaned forward after he went around the table.

"Well, they haven't been too busy on building their military, so it should be easy, despite them being buddies with the British." Frame sighed as he spoke, but leaned forward on the table to where he could get a better view of the road's and marker's on the map's.

"So, this truly is a suicide mission then, Eh?" Brandon looked at Frame as he slowly sat down in a chair, but the stressed look on his face gave it away that he wasn't liking this at all.

"Like I said, We've dealt with the Impossible, and Survived." Frame spoke as if though the situation was anything normal, but really he had his doubt's as well. The lone fact that six hundred thousand or less could make it from Georgia, through the Middle east, through Egypt, and then into Spain was still problematic at best.

"Well, either way that's why you're called the Master of the Offence, but also the Devil to some." Frame couldn't help but to smile and also to let a small laugh escape from his mouth when he heard Brandon speak the last "Title".

"Devil...is such a scant word, I'd say Hero to some....Demon to other's, though no matter what at the end of this conflict I wont be the only one to be remembered in history for what I did, so will you, and everyone else who was with us." Brandon nodded with only slight interest after hearing what Frame had said, but the phrase "History only remembers King's came to mind" and by god did he already hate the King, even before they were made General's and such.

He Remembered the time at Boston, the one thing they mentioned earlier before this discussion. Though back then Boston was a Military controlled city and the Revolt were always looking for good and clever Officer's and General's, as if though it's current General at that time was lacking and a old fool.

Back then, Frame considered General Zack as one of the most Bull headed and most idiotic Military General's in history. Though during their time in the Revolt, Frame had made the plan for attacking the Fort that left Boston under their Control, but General Zack being his old self wanted to sit back and do his own thing. Yet Brandon followed Frame back then, not as a Loyal Second in command, but as a Friend, along with Malcom and then other's.

Their Attack began when they opened fire with two colonial cannon's, the reason for these weapon's was because they had nothing else to use, but by the end of the short bombardment they managed to turn it around and cause the Fort's defender's to waver and then break all completely. He would never forget that day, but neither would Frame considering, it's what made him a General.

"Suicide mission's are always a bit more fun than anything, at this given point anyway." Frame spoke, yet when he did he broke Brandon out of his trance.

"So, when do we leave?" Frame slowly sat down and rubbed his chin, but he did hear Brandon. Though Leaving without any good odd's?, it felt strange...almost like they were free however.

"When the Army and everyone is ready we will, but I want them ready soon....or the King and his Goon's will be here." Silence was met after Frame had spoken, but clearly the two were thinking on many way's they could either win, or how they would meet their death.

"I'll let myself out then." Brandon sighed as he walked around the table and patted Frame's shoulder, before walking out of the room. Though he had left the other man in silence as he had not even stopped from thinking.

'Why? Why Nathan....and why....why oh why do I always get betrayed.' Frame silently thought to himself as he brought a hand up to his chin, but one finger crossed over his mouth as he sat there.

'What purpose would this serve? Victory??, Victory is a cold thing now a day's, but losing isn't great either.' He sighed heavily before bringing both of his hand's on to his face, clearly tired of everything going on around him, but he wouldn't let it stop him. No he would fight it head on like he always did, back during the Revolt, and sure as hell he would do it here again.

He was at least until he heard someone enter, but when he turned his gaze he found to see both Malcom and Neon.

"Neon? Haven't seen you in a while." Frame spoke quietly as he rubbed his hand's together, the Cold was getting a bit to everyone. Though common it was because, Winter was nearing soon and that only meant some bad news for them. God's sake they were going in desert's during this new Campaign.

"Sorry, Ever since we arrived in Moscow, I went back home to my lovely Wife." Neon stepped forward to the table where the map's were, but only got a questioning look from Frame.

"Wife??? I didn't think you out of us all would be the first to have one." He chuckled slightly before being bumped by Malcom, clearly he was only catching the meaning.

"At least I did get one, Frame....You can't go ten minute's without a girl betraying you for another Man." Neon and Malcom both laughed, though when they got a cold stare from Frame, they both held their tounge's soon after.

"I might be a bad excuse for a lover being one of the most important General's in history at the moment, but at least not mine's as bad as Brandon's back when the Revolt was over." Frame grinned as he took a bottle that was infront of him, but noticed Malcom's face when he stared at him.

"Oh Yeah! About the Girl who pushed him out the Window after he tried to ask her out." Neon started to laugh after he spoke, but was followed by Malcom laughing, and Frame Chuckling.

"Yeah he sure asked her, out the damn window he did!" Frame laughed after Malcom spoke, but after a minute or so they all started to settle down a bit.

"Anyway...how long do we have until everyone is ready?" Frame looked over at Malcom, and then toward's Neon as he spoke.

"Won't be until....Tomorrow." Neon was silent after he spoke, but only to clasp his hand's behind his back as he straightened himself.

"Tomorrow, what the hell are we waiting for Tomorrow for?" Frame asked as he leaned back in the chair again.

"We're still waiting on some troop's who had survived our battle with Nathan some time ago, they are eager to fight him again, and as for the rest we have you're guard and several other Battalion's coming from Moscow, you're guard now reaches to a Average of four thousand, and thirty soldier's, considering what circumstance's you were in, in America the King thought it be wise for the Guard to expand a little, a poor choice on his end now." Malcom spoke next as he did the same as Neon, straightening himself, and then clasping his hand's behind his back.

"That's more than just overkill I believe then." Frame sighed as he raised his hand to his face slowly, but soon after he looked around before getting up.

"Drink's or Card's Gentlemen, because clearly we will not be having much to do until sundown." Frame offered his hand to the table infront of him, which had several bottle's on it, but also several deck's of card's.

"We say both." The two men replied at the same time, but sat down slowly in two chair's opposite of Frame around the Table.

"So what are we playing?" Frame asked as he grabbed the different stack's on the table, and then another pack.

"Smoke?" Frame offered to the two as they both sat down, but only Neon took one besides himself.

"So, I guess Malcom prefers a drink then?" Neon looked over at Malcom as he spoke, but took a lighter from Frame soon after.

"I Always prefer drinking, then Smoking any day, and poker thank you." Malcom looked at both of them as he picked up a bottle on the table.

"Poker?, You're too basic, but I'll play anyway." Frame stated out as he picked up the card's and looked at them both.

"Depends on the light, Frame." Malcom said as he put the bottle down, but looked once at Frame and then at the table.

"Light has nothing to do with it, it's the ability to win and fight in a game, let alone choose what battle you wish to take place." Frame stopped moving soon after he spoke, daring not to move any of his bone's as he stared down at the table before him.

"Frame?...You Alright?" Malcom reached his hand over to put it on Frame's shoulder, but as soon as it landed on it and he shook him, Frame had snapped out of what trance he was in.

"I-I'm Fine....I don't know, but I'm Fine." Frame waved him of as he put two of his finger's up to his eye's.

"Ok, Then? So we playing for money or?" Neon looked at both, Frame and Malcom as he took one of the Smoke's from the pack.

"Money? No thank's." Frame looked at both of them as he looked at the table again, but slightly heard the sound's of the men moving outside.

"Do you have a problem with Money, like in General?" Malcom looked at Frame again as he grabbed the bottle from the middle of the table and drank from it once more.

"I Find Money in these time's to be falsely, a World at War, A Continent as a Coalition, and a Empire that Control's Asia, and Russia, I Feel like Money is nothing but of personal greed.....The King knows that too well." Frame blinked several time's before he shook his head and let his thought's drain from his mind.

"Fair point, indeed." Neon stated as he took out his smoke and breathed slightly, before putting it back in his mouth.

"Yes, but to most people...Money is what they would call a way to gain a better life....or some other bullshit." Malcom stated as he flipped a card forward on to the table.

"You're right about it....but Greed can do thing's to someone.....not me, not you, not Neon, Not Brandon, Nor Presley....Yet...." Frame stopped as he looked at the table again, but stayed silent as he flipped a card as well.

"Yet, What?" Malcom asked as he watched Frame turn his head to a small window outside the building, but when he walked over to it along with Malcom he noticed, Julia with two other's one a male and another....Female.

"What the Hell?" Malcom questioned as he looked out the window, but clearly from the way they looked in their conversation, another was Military, the other was not...

"Keep Tab's on her, I Don't want Traitor's in my Army." Frame stated as he looked out the window, everyone out of everyone knew how much he hated betrayer's and traitor's themselves....he considered them scum who walked the earth and should have been executed by now.

"Understood, Frame....I'll have it done as soon as Brandon has the Army ready." Malcom stared out the window again, but patted Frame's shoulder as he went to sit back down.

"Might want to check security too....while we are at it, Frame." Neon looked over at Frame as he tossed another card onto the table, still playing the game still.

"I Suppose so then...." Frame shook his head and sighed as he walked over to the desk, not evening going back to the table they were playing their game at.

"Oh, Frame this came in for you." Malcom took out a small note from the inside of his jacket, he hadn't dared to read it though.

"Give me it." Frame took it from his hand's soon after and read it slowly when he sat down at his desk, but when he finished it he froze....he didn't know what to say, but he did know one thing to say after a minute or two.

"A-Allie is in England." As soon as the word's came out of his mouth, he heard both of them stop instantly, Malcom had dropped the bottle of liquor they had, and Neon had dropped his Card's completely.

"W-What?" That was the only Word's that came out of their mouth's as they stared at Frame in shock....utter and complete Shock.

"In the letter it stated, that she and that boy, Shay were shuffled off to England, Several Minute's ago, they don't know who sent them there, but....." Frame stopped talking as they all knew who it could be.

"The King." Malcom spatted out, through the gritting of his teeth, everyone was beginning to hate the King more everyday, but this?, This was the last straw.

"God, Damn the King." Neon stared at the table as he spoke, but was met by silent nod's after word's.

"We, Will all hang together, or separately for this....but Damn if I wouldn't want to hang with anyone else by my side." Frame raised a glass from his desk to his Friend's infront of him, but as he did they both did the same.

"Amen!" They both cheered as slowly drinked from their glasses, but now one thing was certain....they had to win this Campaign or everything would be lost.