Before they load up the boats, Josh works with a few Colonels to handle the other situations to get a firm grip throughout the country's other war-torn regions.

"We need to take back our cities and bring civil order. Gentlemen, Extreme Prejudice was declared through my Director from his superiors. I pass that command onto you. Do whatever it takes to seize control!" Josh calls out to the command leaders.

"Affirmative Agent Bradshaw; we'll take so many with each of us and fly into nearby battle zones. From there, it'll be quick strikes to eliminate the enemy." Colonel Johnson says, ready for action. "I'll take Chicago, and we won't quit until we seize the city!"

Next, Colonel Miller steps up to assume his new post.

"I'll go to Baltimore! I've been waiting to take back my home city. I'll do what needs to be done. It's an honor Agent Bradshaw to fight along with you, figurately speaking."

Lastly, Colonel Kane stands tall, ready to take her soldiers to fight for the nation's heart.

"That leaves D.C. to my men, and we will not fail you, sir! It's time to commence the battles. God be with you, our friend."

They salute the other, but before they part ways, a black Ford sedan speeds up to the crowd.

"Oh, my God! It's Secretary of Defense, Bill Klifton!" A soldier cries out with salutes throughout the battalion-size gathering.

"At ease, soldiers, I'm here to discuss battle plans with the head of this coo. Agent Joshua Bradshaw, where are you?" The tall, slender man with salt and pepper colored hair and gray eyes calls out, searching for the horde's leader.

"Over here, Mr. President!" Josh calls out to the former one-term President from his childhood.

Secretary Klifton's path is divided down the middle of the crowd as they applaud his arrival. Once he reaches Josh, he extends his hand out as a measure of good faith.

"Mr. President, I have not been called that in a long time."

"We have a chaplain here who could make it official again. At least until we regain control of the country." Josh explains as Klifton is the only known politician left alive.

An Army Captain comes forward with his Bible firmly gripped in his hands as he prepares to swear in the Secretary of Defense.

Every soldier observes and relishes the moment where they can see the interim President sworn into duty. Once the chaplain is finished, the crowd erupts, but shortly after that, it returns to the business at hand.

"If you have orders fallout! If you don't come with me as we address the nation and begin to rebuild hope!" President Klifton announces, raising a hand in the air.

The first glimpse of optimism roars to life with Josh being lead to the boat with Owen by his side.

"It's a supreme honor to stand beside you in this historical event, my friend," Owen mentions quietly with a hand on Josh's shoulder.

"Honor is all mine, my brother from another world. I swear I tell you, Owen, all of this still feels like a nightmare made up in my head." Josh explains, but it seemingly falls on deaf ears.

Finished with his thoughts said aloud, another sudden episode hits Josh head-on as everything begins to vibrate and turn to black and white again, with Nikki's voice rattling all around.

"Josh... come on, babycakes, come back...Hey, guess what, I still love you. Are you there? Joshy, oh Joshy baby. I'm here, and I'm still here by your side..."

What feels like seconds turns out was longer as, by the time he can refocus, they're pulling up along the coastline to Louisiana. Josh's actions go somehow unnoticed as everyone looks at the growing shoreline.

"We'll have to head south and fight against the Mississippi River. They won't expect us to come that way; otherwise, we could be heading right for a trap." Captain Dawson declares his intentions as they continue to make their way towards Baton Rouge.

"Do what you must, Captain. Once we arrive, men, and engage, all hell will break loose. Be prepared for anything! These men are armed heavily and will use any means to win in a firefight." Josh calls out with anxiety in his voice.

Now that they have a plan in place and only a few hours until it begins.

It passes within the blink of an eye that leaves Josh dumbfounded at how he's lost time again.

"We're nearly there!" Captain Dawson yells when the outline of an abandoned factory appears.

Every soldier prepares to rush the factory after the two boats run up on shore. Josh is pushed to the rear of the escort to keep him safe, with Owen still by his side.

They halt at the edge of the tree line to observe any movement around the facility. They see classic trucks with machine guns attached up top and four-wheelers with spotlights braced on the handlebars. It's a sight they weren't expecting.

"Snipers take out those men on the machine guns and shoot anyone who goes for them. I need Seals and Rangers ready to lead the charge and leave no stone unturned!" Josh orders with his forces in place.

"Major Ritter, you have full command! I'm heading inside to find my missing agent and cut the head off the snake if he hasn't skipped town." Josh declares with the Major saluting after the change in command.

Still observing a few more minutes to get a clear shot, the men are quietly ordered to advance.

"Unit One, snipers, take your shots when you see Unit Two less than five meters away from our target. Let's move out!" Major Ritter radios out with the advancing special forces crawling towards the factory.

Through their scopes, the snipers prepare to take action. One of them keeps an eye on Unit Two's advancement as they close the distance. The arm drops as the signal to take out the machine gunners and anyone nearby.

Each gunner is struck down immediately. Special forces initiate their attack sweeping from two sides, taking out their enemies with ease.

"That was a little too easy," Josh admits at the edge of the factory, working up the courage to rush inside.

His words are soon met by an onslaught of trucks speeding from behind the factory's other side, with gunfire erupting like fireworks. Josh and Owen rush inside with special forces taking the fight to new heights.

Inside, the bullets ricochet off the metal siding resonances throughout the factory. Glass shatters with the sounds of men on both sides scream in agony as they fall.

Lighting within the former sweets manufacturing facility is dim at best. Each light sways a bit, leaving Josh and Owen both on edge with their guns drawn.

"Why can't these guys ever be hidden away in a Hilton hotel?" Josh asks in a sarcastic tone.

Off in the distance, they barely hear a muffled cry. Josh rounds the corner to find Alex tied to a chair with tape over his mouth. Damien's behind him with a gun pointed at the back of his head.

"Halt right there unless you want his brains scattered everywhere!" Damien orders cocking the hammer back.

"Drop the guns, NOW!" He yells, barking out instructions.

Owen and Josh both do as they're told, with Josh ready to make a deal.

"Let him go and take me instead. I'm the one you want; I'm the one who destroyed your dope running lines. Leave him out of this. We'll finish this, one on one."

Damien smirks, and with his hand, lowers the gun from Alex's head. They don't see a syringe in the other hand ready to be plunged into Alex's skin.

"Fuck you!" Damien calls out when he draws the syringe into the air jabbing it in Alex's neck.

"NO!" Josh shrieks in horror, aware Alex's fate is sealed.

Alex is injected with a concentrated dose of 5 cc's of Southern Sugar in liquid form. His body almost instantly begins to convulse. It creates an opportunity for Damien to run off, leaving Josh and Owen in shock.

Shortly after, Alex's body stops convulsing. Josh runs over to him when his senses return. The sight of Alex staring up at the roof leaves Josh horrified. His irises have turned blood red with a single thick tear of blood resting in the corner of his eye.

"He's going to pay!" Josh growls with a sense of rage burning hotter than ever.

Unable to think but react through his emotions, Josh takes off to find Damien as he searches the factory. He comes into a wide opening, where he picks up the not so subtle hint of ether in the air.

"Surprise! You aren't leaving here alive, but I am! Because his plan has come through. My king, the Angel King's plan has worked nearly flawlessly, and I will be handsomely rewarded!" Damien spouts with his arms wide open.

Josh rushes his enemy, spearing him in the midsection as Josh rolls out of the attack to get back to his feet to kick Damien's ribs. Josh's attacks barely phase his enemy. He grabs Josh's ankle twisting it enough to send him to the ground.

They both get back on their feet in a hurry and begin punching each other anywhere they can land a definite hit. Slowly Damien's strength begins to prevail over Josh's speed.

That is until Owen shows up clutching Damien in a chokehold.

"Get him now!" Owen screams.

The hold allows Josh to strike Damien in the face drawing blood at last. The punch pisses Damien off enough to jump using his feet to kick off Josh's body, rolling backward and breaking Owen's chokehold.

Josh goes for his signature spinning heel kick. He throws out his left leg, allowing Damien to catch it to use his right foot in a swift motion. Before Josh can pull off the full move, Damien swings his weight and tosses Josh into a wall, nearly knocking him out after his head snaps off the concrete wall.

"As I said, you meet your end here!" Damien shouts after he touches his face covered in blood.

"I don't think so, mate!" Owen calls out, whipping his gun from his back, shooting with no reaction from his gun.

The mishap gives Damien the chance to take control, punching Owen's gun out of his hands.

"Safety, you moron!"

Within the blink of an eye, Owen is hoisted into the air. Unable to break the grip around his air pipe, Owen's almost suffocated when Josh tags himself back into the struggle to take Damien down.

A dropkick to the knee followed in a motion to grab Damien's foot. That is when Josh plants his boot into the back of Damien's knee to yank and wrench until he feels the joints pop that leaves Damien in agony.

Unable to stand, Damien maintains the upper hand. Through all the adrenaline pumping in their veins, Josh and Owen forgot they've been rolling in ether. All they hear is Damien's sinister laugh after pulling out a lighter.

"You still lose assholes!" He announces with the zippo open, dancing to a bright flickering flame.

"I don't lose, you chumps placed in the perfect man who fled the destruction. You stupid idiots fell for it all." Damien continues to say, revealing the biggest mistake of all.

"That rat bastard!" Josh admits out loud with his back up gun drawn.

"He's next!" Owen tells the fallen drug dealer after he picks up his weapon.

Still laughing, Damien drops the lighter after Josh and Owen both unload every bullet into him as blood covers the floor.

"Laugh now cock sucker," Owen says before Damien dies as the floor ignites.

The duo tries to outrun the fire, chasing them—Josh and Owen round the corners, nearly escaping the flames. Josh's arm and upper part of his back are set ablaze.

As he screams in pain, Owen takes them both into the shallow bank of the Mississippi River. Josh's body begins to shiver from a combination of pain and freezing from the icy river water. Owen hauls him up on his shoulder, dragging Josh out to safety while the factory burns.

That's when Josh realizes that they didn't nab Alex's body before exiting the inferno.

"Alex, I'm sorry..." He manages to utter before being helped back to the Coast Guard's boat, where he's bandaged up prematurely until first responders arrive on the scene.

After the medics tend to Josh, he's advised to see a physician.

"Sir, it's imperative you get this checked out by a doctor at the trauma center. You may have some third-degree burns. You could suffer some nerve damage."

"Job isn't finished yet, so fuck that idea," Josh says, winching in pain.

The medic shakes her head then helps Josh out of the ambulance. She escorts him over to Colonel Jones.

"Klifton, he's the head of it all. Damien admitted to it before we assassinated him."

The Colonel is blown away at the revelation about the newly sworn-in President. It's a revelation they keep quiet, so the word doesn't spread to the other forces still in a battle to control their sectors.

Around the time they're prepared to load up to head back to the DEA Tampa office, the sun begins to rise, but the dark, ominous force still hovers within his soul.

The final move to end it all is still to come. Before Josh can make his move, he realizes he needs to be innovative to expose President Klifton's intentions.

Only advising the other Colonels on the boats, they all remain in a state of shock, but no one can develop a solid plan. In a stalemate, they continue to search for any suggestions.

The boats arrive with the remaining soldiers, both injured and uninjured. They return to be informed of their next assignments. An emergency command center with communications to all three battlefronts is established, turning the DEA office into a fully functional operations center.

"Welcome back, soldiers! I trust that the mission is a complete success." The interim President announces coming to welcome the forces with open arms.

"I'm going to hold a press conference shortly to assure the nation that the chaos is coming to an end. I trust that Damien and his thugs have been dealt a final blow."

Colonel Jones nods, shaking the President's hand.

"The mission is complete. Damien's forces are wiped out. The factory of doom is destroyed. Burnt to the ground with Agent Bradshaw and Interpol Special Agent Lockhart sending Damien to meet his maker." The Colonel says.

The President dips his head to show appreciation, but he's delivered a silent hard blow that his right-hand man has been struck down.

"Good to know, great job everyone! You are dismissed, Colonel Jones take a second unit to Chicago. Your plane has been prepped for you to load up as we speak. Half of Washington, D.C. is nearly back under our control. Baltimore reinforcements are on the way. Agent Bradshaw, you need to rest judging by your bandages."

President Klifton surrounds himself with agents and soldiers as he makes his way back inside the make-shift headquarters. Josh's frustration skyrockets, forced to stand idly by knowing the man is the one responsible for thousands of lives lost.

The flashes of his friends falling in black and white nearly force Josh to cringe where he stands. He follows everyone inside the DEA building.

Back inside the DEA office, everyone inside listens via conference calls with each report from the front.

"It's been tough, Commander, but we're making progress in reclaiming the city as our own!" They're told as the battle rings through the phone.

"Great job, reclaiming Baltimore is a major advantage. From there, send your forces straight to Washington to aid the troops and agents there." President Klifton advises.

"Almost time to talk to my nation and update my people." President Klifton declares. "Agent Bradshaw, won't you join me to address the country as its savior."

With his arm around Josh's shoulders, they prepare to walk outside after updates from the battle zones, where reporters assemble at the base of the steps. Every network from the local and national news stations report at the steps of the DEA office.

"We'll be going live with the interim President, current Secretary of Defense Bill Klifton." A reporter states into the camera.

The buzz mounts around the first televised press conference. Millions of people tune in, awaiting an update of loved ones and friends placed in harm's way.

It takes nearly another twenty minutes before they exit the building to begin the press conference. When the time finally arrives, President Klifton keeps Josh on his right-hand side. All Josh can do is keep his eyes locked to the ground struggling against the urge to gun down this psychopath.

"Hello, my fellow Americans, it's a good day on this dark day. I come to you with a heavy heart to report that many innocent lives have been lost during these trials of crisis and calamity claiming some of our major cities." The President begins his address with a cold stare into the camera.

He pauses to look out over the sea of people as a rush floods his body, feeling victorious. The only thing the people see is the stern glare on the President's face and the concerned look locked in Josh's eyes.

"We are picking up ground at last. I am proud to say that the future of America looks brighter than ever. Standing here next to me is the special agent responsible for crumbling this lethal organization. The era of Southern Sugar has reached its finale. Today we celebrate him, his team, and the others who lost their lives in the struggle. Soon we will begin rebuilding these cities as well as our nation's capital. Today is the first day in this New America! Today we celebrate the freedoms taken from us that were replaced with the false sense of security."

Photographers begin to take photos for newspaper covers. They listen and cling to every word he spews of lies with less than a handful of people who know the truth but can't make a move until the precise moment arrives.