It was late at Night, The cold breeze filled the room of the small Manor in England....So this is what it felt like to be back home, surrounded by fellow countrymen and a calm atmosphere outside, although it was bad enough with this war.

The man slowly arose from his bed and looked over at his wife, before he walked over to the mirror in the Bathroom, as he turned the sink on he splashed the cool water on his face, before looking in the mirror.

The Same brownish/black hair, the masculine face, and several scar's along his face were still apealing to anyone...Really....but Look's didn't get, th Great General Nathan to where he was today.

Nathan Hawthorn, Greatest General to the British Military at the current time was back home finally, but the grim new's of the Devil, "Frame" escaping America was still a shock to many in Europe.

He had to respect the man however, he had heard Stories of "Frame, the Devil of the World", this man was a scary thought to those in Europe, and even a way to scare children as a campfire story, or to make them behave.

Though, Taking Russia itself was a challenge for most, Napoleon Almost did it, Adolf Hitler almost did it as well, but both of their plan's ended in tradgey. Nathan was known as the greatest master of the Defense, Currently, But This "Frame" was the Greatest Master of the Offense, where Frame saw to defend his land he would push his Enemies back with force, by attacking first.

The Fact that this one man along with several other's managed to do it, was scary enough, but none the less...Nathan knew he had to fight him at somepoint he just hoped none too soon.

When he heard a knock downstairs, he quickly went to dress himself quietly not to wake his wife, but when he finally got dressed he went downstair's and opened the front door only to see Commander Jonas.

"Sorry to disturb you sir, but I bring news....terrible news." The Commander saluted as he spoke, but as he did, it sounded urgent.

"Come in." Nathan said as he motioned the man inside, but as soon as he stepped inside he closed the door and looked at him.

"Frame, as crossed the Georgian border, He's crossing the country as we speak." Jonas seemed scared at this thought, but was met a moment later by Nathan's shocked face....Well played he thought.

"We have no idea what he intend's, but he is marching past Georiga quickly." Jonas followed Nathan into the next room, where a large table and a large map of the world lied on it.

"What are you doing sir?" Jonas asked as Nathan ran his figure along the route's throughout Georgia, there were three possible route's to Turkey, to Iran, or to Syria, but no this man wasn't stupid he thought.

"Come here Jonas, and tell me where he was heading last, was it West, East or South?" Nathan looked down at the map, as the Commander walked up next to him.

"South sir, South west I beleive." Jonas spoke and looked at the map as Nathan traced the route's on the map, but it seemed as though the Commander was lost.

"That's where most people would beleive he would be going, to take Syria and stop there....Wrong." Nathan clicked his finger's together as he looked down at the map, along with Jonas.

"He would know the line between Russia and Europe is a death zone....no-one can get through, we tried....so he can't get in through the North or by Sea, so where else can he go?" Nathan looked at Jonas expecting him to answer the question.

"He would have to go South." Jonas said as he slowly started to understand what the General was saying, but was still a bit confused.

"So, he wouldn't stop in Syria, He'd keep going through the Middle east, to Egypt, to Morrocco, and then to....Spain." Nathan looked at the map as he pressed his finger on Spain, multiple time's to be in fact.

"So that he could attack us on two Front's." Jonas spoke softly as he looked at the map, he finally understood....Nathan was a genius.

"How do you know, Mind me asking." Nathan looked at Jonas as he finished asking his question.

"As it would happen, i thought anyone would know, this world is dying quick becuase of these war's, he'd try to finish it anyway he could....even if it meant risking alot to do this....I've heard alot of tales from Russian Survivor's who fought against the Monster in Russia, he never stopped...Never." Nathan was confident of his idea, and looked at Jonas pointedly.

"Prepare the Army, and get Word out to the Turk's and anyone else to help us defeat this man." Nathan patted the Commander's shoulder as he walked off again, but this time to get ready....by the time he was done he knew the Army would already be mobilizing.

When he stepped upstairs however, he was met by the stern look on his Wife's face as she stood up in Bed, clearly tired still.

"Leaving again, Nathan?" Elizabeth asked as she saw her Husband walk around looking for his equipment like a mad man.

"Yes....'He' has crossed into Georgia." Nathan stated the word, He, almost as if though this "Frame" wasn't a man or human at all....no, but a monster at best.

"The Mysterious, Frame....If you do fight him, and if in some small chance you win...or worse...please spare the man's life....I know him, all too well in fact." Nathan looked at his wife, but could see she actually cared for this man, the man who was plaguing their world....or so he thought anyway.

"Is Shay coming home?" Nathan looked at his Wife again, yet he saw the look on her face which had brightened slightly when she nodded.

"Yet, I wont be here to see him when I do." Nathan's head hung down to the ground when he finished putting on the satchel around his waist, but when he looked up he saw his wife lean in to kiss him.

"Come, back home Love...We'll be waiting." Elizabeth smiled lightly as she watched her husband grab his hat from the nearby, and started to walk out of the room.....what a nightmare this was indeed.

*****

The sound's of Artillery and smoke filled the Air of the constant battlefield, the smell of the smoke, and the smell of dead flesh would have gotten to anyone who would have been introduced to this at this moment, but none of these men were affected by it....No the Grand Army was nothing if not the Elite of the Elite, and would not be pushed around by some Georgian Resistance.

"Field of Glory is never a pretty sight, but none the less eighteen thousand Georgian's and Turk's dead, better than being stuck on the Wall's of Beijing." Frame stated as he spoke to Neon as smoke, Debris, and all hell was breaking out around them.

In a matter of a day, they had managed to break through and cross through Georgia as a whole, but to get to Syria they had to cross through Turkish Territory, another easy victory on their hand's, but the constant skirmish attack's were a problem however.

They were not too far ahead into Turkey as they had just won a battle, against the combined Georgian nd Turkish Army, under the command of Sultan Ibrahim Birr. A Worthy adversary, but foolish none the less, the man had made several rookie mistake's and stood no chance against Frame and his force's, if only there was a true challenge for him.....No, there was one.

Nathan....

The Hero of the British Army, the Master of the Defense, and the man who would defeat Frame, as most would call it, no....Victory would be theirs or....it could be for the first time, his and the Grand Army's first defeat.

His thought's were drained when he noticed, Malcom and Brandon had arrived on their Horse's, both of their coat's which hanged from their shoulder's to their feet was keeping their trench coat's hidden.....mostly.

"We Stopped the Syrian force's and the English force's at the East Road's, Nathan is retreating, Frame!" Malcom shouted out in joy as he gave his report to Frame, but when Frame's expression turned slightly he was startled a little.

"If he's retreating then what are you doing here?" Frame asked as he lifted up his hand's slowly, but firmly as he looked at them both.

"Well we came to make our Report." Malcom stated as he looked behind them, clearly making sure the Artillery round he heard wasn't near them.

"If Nathan is retreating, why didn't you follow him, why didn't you pursue him?" Frame asked as he looked around them before looking at the two men again.

"Where are the reinforcement's you promised us??" Brandon asked, with slight anger and height rising in his voice.

"Don't you dare criticize me, Don't you dare!! You don't realize that if Nathan reaches' a firm defendable position, everything we have fought for so far, will be lost?!" Frame's own voice was of anger and stress as he approached the two men, though it didn't take a blind man to see the fire that was rising in his eye's, so the two did what they could....they rode away to try and pursue Nathan.

Everyone knew just how desperate thing's were becoming lately for Frame and for the Army, it wasn't just the fighting that was killing them. The fact remained that due to the Sand's and hill's and lack of road's at most point's, The Artillery and Tank's could barley move. Though the biggest problem was the sickness and disease that was spreading quickly between the Army, along with the fact that many of the wounded were dying either from said sickness, or their Wound's were fatal.

The Sickness was spreading slowly around the Camp, but most did not know of it's full effect's due to those who were sick were fighting and were killed in battle.

Yet everyone noticed one thing however....Frame's behavior was getting a bit out of control lately, it had been a week since they moved through Georgia and into the Turkish land's, but some believed he was sick....other's were convinced it was stress...no-one knew really, the only one who he would talk to at this point was Brandon.

Frame was paranoid, Angry, confused at time's, it was almost like another person had taken over his body since they actually started the campaign.

Though if Brandon knew anything, he would not tell a single word....he made a vow never to speak of anything to anyone about personal talk's between he, and Frame....a clear sign of how close the men were as Friend's.

"Neon, how long until Presley, and Julia return from engaging the enemy on the left flank." Frame asked as he looked over the man, who in return took out a spyglass and looked over to the flank they were fighting at.

"With a few more Artillery barrage's, I think they should be done." Neon stated as he put his spyglass away, but when he did he noticed Frame looking around at the battle.

The Battle was finishing up like they had hoped it would, he had left Malcom and Brandon in Charge of dealing with the English, and the Turk reinforcement's, with some success though they allowed Nathan to retreat....something he did not like at all.

Though what he noticed next was Presley, who was bloodied on his face and his uniform was completely dusty and muddy, he just looked like he survived the entire war itself in one battle.

He held a flagpole with a Turkish flag still tied to it, but when he rode up to Frame he tossed it on the ground in frustration.

"I Had him Frame, I Had Ibrahim!!" Presley shouted out in anger as the blood dripped from his face and the cut's and bruises from everywhere else was staining his uniform.

"She just had to leave during the battle, how long until we act against them?!" Presley asked in a bout of anger, but both he and Neon knew who the man was talking about, Julia and the two other people they had saw a week before now.

"Soon, Presley soon, It's better to wait and learn then to engage an enemy and not learn anything before hand, you see where you see a fight, I see an opportunity to destroy a reputation, Money, and power cannot be achieved without Reputation....Follow me here?" Frame asked the last part of his little 'Speech' and snapped his finger's as a sign of if the man was following what he was saying.

"Understood..." Presley gritted out as he spat out blood from his mouth to the ground, but when he looked up he noticed Frame was looking at the battle again.

"Go ahead and Rest, the battle is over, and for God's sake clean you're self up and see one of the Doctor's." Frame sighed as he watched the man ride away soon after, but noticed the blood trail following behind him.

"Damn her to hell." Neon spatted out as he looked at the men who were retreating from the battle on the left flank, many were wounded and being carried by other's who were also wounded....badly enough.

"He make's a point though.....How much longer do we have to wait, Frame?" Neon walked over to Frame and hissed at him as his anger rose to extreme height's.

"Soon......Soon." Frame patted the man's shoulder, before returning to his own deed's....there was so much to do still, even if it was the end of the battle.

Though when he walked away, Frame felt something on the end of his boot. Yet when he looked down he noticed a disturbing sight, an Arm lied there....possibly one of the Turkish Soldier's or their own he didn't know.

"How many of our dead, Commander?" The Commander known as Gerrard, turned around to face his General, saluting as he did.

"Five Thousand Sir, and one thousand Wounded." Frame nodded at the number, low and efficient very good on their end, the Enemies however was.....poor at best.

"Keep me updated, at this rate between mistrust in the Army, I think we're going to have more corpses showing up soon, preferably three..." Frame squinted his eye's at the end of his sentence and walked away, strange was a understatement at best for that man right now.

Mistrust wasn't very high in this Army, not in a long time anyway. Every soldier and every Officer respected each other as their Brother's in Arm's, they would fight with each other until the end if they had too, Unlike the Guard who never broke....considering. Perhaps it would be wise to use them again, they were barley used anymore other than being the Moral Support of the Army, but soon with the way thing's were going, Frame would have no choice but to use them.

Either on the Enemy....or these Traitorous Bastard's.