"So you're the Unified Nations of Earth troops my tribe warned me about." Said a smug and confident sounding tone of voice as Anthony, Karma, Miho, and Dae turn to see Raven Branwen of the Branwen Bandit tribe approaching the group.

Raven gives a light nod of respect towards Miho given that she knows not to mess with her especially and stares up at Anthony who crosses his arms staring down at the messy wild black hair woman with a red bandana.

Not far behind the latter, Yang approaches as her eyes turned red meant she activated her semblance.

Both sides were silent as if judging each other.

"Raven." Anthony said breaking the silence.

Raven looked at Anthony in his service "C" uniform and checked for at least a name tag or something, but given that he's in a military uniform she just went with, "Trooper."

Anthony raised a brow anticipated that she was going to call him 'Soldier' or something similar but went with something that means just the generalization of him being in the armed forces.

"Mom." Yang said glaring at Raven.

"Yang. You've grown up." Raven replied looking at Yang.

"Is that all you have to say to your daughter that you left after she was born?" Yang said with a growl as Anthony placed a hand on her shoulder to calm her down.

"Remember you two. Were both on the same side this time." Miho said being the medium, "Meaning no fighting each other until O'Donovan is dead."

"Who's O'Donovan?" Vernal said who was behind Raven as she saw Anthony pull out his smartphone which to them thought it was an advanced version of the scroll.

He showed them a picture which the two and another guy leaned forward to look at what Anthony is showing... both Raven and Vernal's eyes widen and the guy behind them threw up.

"Damn..." Raven answered both in disgusted and shock.

The picture was O'Donovan cutting out people's organs and heads.

"Who's the sick fuck?" Vernal asked.

"Kane "The Patriot" O'Donovan. A terrorist. War criminal. Rapist. Child killer. Murderer. Genocidal maniac. A former U.S. Army Green Beret that was once a decorated soldier during the War in Afghanistan. Then became a monster starting the Third World War. And is the leader of the Ultranationalists movement." Anthony said, "That wouldn't give two shits about the life of the Faunus, humans, and/or the innocent. He will burn this world and the whole universe if he has to. That is why you're here to cooperate to help the UNE fight the Ultranationalists. And if possible kill O'Donovan himself."

Vernal blinked at the long explanation as Raven gave a small nod. "Fine." She answered.

"But if any of you decide to screw us over..." Karma said as she gestures a finger across her neck.

"You can try. But you'll be the one who gets the last laugh." Raven said.

"Mom." Yang growled.

"Enough, Yang. You want to prove to me how strong you've become. Prove it by fighting and surviving the battles and missions alongside with me." Raven said.

"Alright. If that's the way it has to be, then so be it." Yang said with a sigh.

"I hope we're done here." Said a woman's voice as Anthony and everyone looked to see the White Fang leader, Sienna Khan approach.

"Ms. Khan." Miho said giving a nod to the tiger Faunus.

"Commander Nishizumi." Sienna greeted.

"Sienna, meet Raven Branwen of the Branwen Bandit Tribe. And Raven, meet Sienna Khan the White Fang leader." Miho introduced as Raven gave a slight nod while Sienna's face was unreadable.

"Nice to finally meet you." Sienna said.

"Same." Raven said. It was then Oberst Yukari Akiyama. The Master Spy and most expert on Tanks of the Ooarai Battalion approached the group mainly Miho about her Ooarai Intelligence Agents finding O'Donovan.

"I see the others are getting along." Yukari said.

"Well, they did not try to kill each other yet." Dae said as Anthony just chuckled.

"Funny. Anyway, my agents in Afghanistan have located O'Donovan. Seems he is working closely with the Ultranationalists movement there." Yukari explained.

"What does that mean?" Dae asked as Anthony moved away answering a call.

Yukari continued. "It means that the Ultranationalists' power base has moved to Afghanistan. They're likely using it as a base to launch attacks against the UNE and Vacuo forces."

"So if we strike the Afghan base, we cut the head off the snake~" Karma said smirking at the possibility.

"More or less." Yukari replied.

"Then it's decided." Miho said with a determined look on her face. "Let's take the fight to O'Donovan."

It was then Anthony came over with a worried look, "Bad news. O'Donovan ain't in Afghanistan. Amir and many of the nomadic villages just informed me in a call that O'Donovan and a large force of his men arrived. They were heading in the direction of the Kabul City Ruins."

"Shit." Karma cursed.

"Why would O'Donovan want to head into the ruins?" Miho said a little upset.

"It's probably because of this picture that Amir sent." Anthony said showing a picture of Yukari's Ooarai Intelligence Agents, FSB, CIA, Red Fang, and Atlas Specialists hanged to death all over the street, buildings, and a crane. All had a sign on them that read 'THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS TO SPIES' in English.

"Those sons of bitches." Karma said.

"Dammit. Seeing this means he was just there and left. O'Donovan may be old, but he's smart enough to outsmart even me." Yukari said.

"What are the chances that we could get some reinforcements from the UNE, Vacuo, or Atlas to go in and save the civilians." Dae said to Anthony.

"Don't know. But since he just left the Middle East... he's planning something big and that worries me. What could he be planning?" Anthony asked as many started talking.

"He wants to take over the world and destroy the UNE. What else do you think he is planning?" Raven said.

Anthony just coldly looks at Raven, "Mewing ain't gonna save you from what I'm about to do to you if you keep running your mouth like that." He said menacingly towards Raven. "History's not going to remember you Raven if keep acting like that."

Everyone felt that cold menacing aura Anthony is putting down. Expect for Miho who smirked. Dae and Yang impressed. Yukari and Karma smiling with the latter clapping.

Raven gulped and said a weak, "I'm so sorry."

But Anthony stepped in closer. And by closer, he was forehead to forehead with Raven. And him being 6'5" and her being 5'10", he was looking down at her. "You saying that to me or to God? Because that's the only thing you've got saving you now. Do I make myself clear? If not, then I'm going to make you wish you were born mute." Raven whimpers, "Or better yet, go ahead and say some tough shit. Anything in the next 10 seconds." He says while taking off his belt still maintaining eye contact, "I'm gonna invent a new way to perform a lobotomy." He said snapping the belt with a loud 'SNAP!' sound making most flinch.

But it also broke the belt buckle off his belt and he saw it, Raven felt the corners of her mouth twitching to smirk but what Anthony said next stopped her from doing so because what he said next put the fear of God in her. "You frickin broke my belt..." He looked at her with a Death glare that rivals a wolf staring at a bunny.

She was glad she didn't eat or drink anything that day because she could actually feel her body trying to crap and wet itself to no avail.

"You did this." Anthony said with a calm but angry tone. Miho, Yukari, Yang and Karma were enjoying this. Dae and Sienna looked at the four wondering where they got popcorn from.

"Now you owe me a new belt." Anthony said with a raised tone as he puts his broken belt back on. "And a new buckle."

Raven was sweating and crying as Anthony was still staring at her, "Y-Yes s-sir." She weakly replied. 'Holy crap. This guy can rival Tai-why is my heart beating like this? Is it fear? Affection? Both? Dammit! It is like Taiyang! Only with fear and not annoyance!' she thought holding her chest.

The atmosphere grew tense as Raven tried to compose herself under Anthony's intense gaze. His looming presence seemed to drain the air around them, making even the seasoned bandit leader feel small. She glanced briefly at Miho, who was smirking knowingly, clearly enjoying the situation. Yang had a glint of pride in her eyes, watching Anthony put Raven in her place.

Karma couldn't stop clapping, while Yukari leaned casually, enjoying the show with a mischievous grin. Dae and Sienna, who had been silent for most of the confrontation, exchanged glances, clearly amused by how things were unfolding.

Anthony, after what seemed like an eternity, finally stepped back, giving Raven a little space. "Good. Make sure you remember that," he said firmly before turning his attention to the larger problem at hand.

"Now, as fun as it is to put people in their place, we have bigger issues to deal with. O'Donovan is still out there, and he's making moves faster than we anticipated. If he's targeting the Kabul City Ruins, it's more than just an attack. He's planning something, and we need to figure out what it is before it's too late."

Miho, stepping forward to bring the focus back, added, "We can't afford to delay. If those agents and civilians were killed to send a message, it means O'Donovan is preparing for a larger assault. We need to gather intel and respond immediately."

Yukari nodded, pulling up a map on her tablet. "From what we've gathered, the ruins of Kabul have become a stronghold for insurgent groups. If O'Donovan is aligning himself with these factions, it's likely they're stockpiling weapons or preparing for a full-scale offensive."

Sienna crossed her arms, her expression dark. "We'll need to mobilize our forces quickly. The White Fang can move through the rough terrain undetected. We'll make sure O'Donovan's forces don't see us coming."

Anthony grunted in agreement, already thinking two steps ahead. "We need to hit them hard and fast. If we let O'Donovan gain any more ground, it'll be harder to stop him. Karma, get in touch with the local UNE forces in the region. We're going to need air support and possibly artillery strikes if this turns into a full-blown engagement."

Karma saluted with a sharp grin, clearly enjoying the thought of a full-scale battle. "On it, Captain."

Yang, who had been watching Raven with barely contained rage, stepped up to Anthony's side. "When the time comes, I want to be in the frontlines. O'Donovan needs to pay for what he's done, and I'm not sitting this one out."

Anthony gave her a nod. "Don't worry, Yang. You'll get your chance. Just keep your head on straight. We're dealing with a dangerous man, and he's not going to go down easy."

Raven, still recovering from the earlier exchange, finally found her voice. "If O'Donovan is as dangerous as you say... then I suppose my tribe will fight alongside you, for now. But understand this, Captain—once this is over, we go back to our ways. Don't expect us to stick around and play soldier for the UNE."

Anthony gave her a cold smile. "That's fine by me, Raven. As long as you pull your weight and help us kill O'Donovan, you can go back to doing whatever it is your tribe does."

Miho, ever the strategist, glanced at the map again. "I suggest we split our forces. The White Fang, along with a recon team from Ooarai, can scout the ruins. The rest of us will prepare a defensive line in case O'Donovan tries to flank us. We need to cover every angle."

Yukari agreed. "I'll have my agents in position within the hour. If O'Donovan is hiding anything in the ruins, we'll find it."

As the group prepared to execute their plan, Anthony shot one last glance at Raven. "You better hope you can keep up, Raven. This isn't like anything you've faced before. O'Donovan is a monster, and if you're not careful, you'll end up just another casualty in his war."

Raven's eyes narrowed, her pride flaring up again. "I don't need your warnings, Captain. I've survived worse than this. Don't underestimate me."

Anthony shrugged, clearly not impressed. "We'll see."

With that, the group dispersed to begin their preparations, each person understanding the gravity of the situation. O'Donovan was a threat unlike any other, and the coming battle would be one for the ages. But if there was one thing they all knew, it was that failure was not an option.

Meanwhile at a Russian/US Army military base named Fort Arklov Army base in Southwest Russia near the city of Dakhovskaya.

USMC Lieutenant General Ajax Fernandes makes his way through the military base post many Russian and American soldiers and guards heading for the Arklov Administrative Building to meet-up with a Colonel.

As he walked he overhears a conversation between two soldiers.

"Anything?" said a Russian soldier to his American counterpart.

"Nope." The American soldier said shaking his head as the Russian sighs.

"Guess we'll check with them again in an hour." The Russian said.

"Everyone is pretty busy right now." The American pointed out.

The Russian soldier nodded, "That's to be expected; we have important guests on the base."

Ajax reaches the entrance to the administrative building and sees guards and a keycard panel. "Damn." He muttered as he saw a Russian Major leaving the building with an armed escort. "Sir," Ajax said gaining the Major's attention, "Is Colonel Kuznetsov inside?" Ajax asked the Major.

"He is." The Major replied with a slight frown.

"I have urgent business with him. You mind?" Ajax pointed at the keycard panel knowing that his keycard works on Marine Corps bases not Army ones.

The Major nodded as he pulled out his keycard, "Understood." The Major then swipes his card and opens the door allowing Ajax in.

Ajax gives a small salute and says, "Thanks, sir." before entering the administrative building and takes off his cover(cap). He goes down the hallway and opens the door to a storage room. He carefully enters the darkened storage room with his USMC engraved Kimber Custom pistol drawn and closes it behind him. He then spots someone smoking a cigarette behind a set of shelves. "Юрий... [Yuri...]"

"Ультра-горелка... [Ultra Burner...]" The man said Ajax's nickname. During WW3 Ajax had a habit of burning so many of his enemies to ashes. The name stuck even though the war was over. "I'm impressed, but... Not surprised." Ajax and Russian Army Colonel Yuri Kuznetsov walk around the shelves to greet each other. "Any issues arriving?" Yuri asked.

"No. No issues. Just a lot of paperwork." Ajax replied.

"Of course." Yuri said nodding his head. "I'm glad you could make it." He said giving Ajax a handshake.

"What do you have?" Ajax asked as Yuri walks over to a desk and drops a USB device on it.

"FSB files on O'Donovan's research. Chemical weapons. As a soldier, the Bastard was... enamored with their potential.

"Can they be neutralized?"

"Possibly." Yuri said shrugging his shoulders.

"So, why do I have the feeling that there is more?" Ajax said.

"It is because there is more. O'Donovan has created a new chemical weapon. But... we have no idea what it does. Or how."

"Great. That's all I needed to hear." Ajax said sarcastically.

"The UNE and those Kingdoms from Remnant face similar threats from within. It is imperative we collaborate to control them. Противник моего противника — мой союзник. [The opponent of my opponent is my ally.]" Yuri said as he gives Ajax the USB device.

Ajax nods, "Да. Я знаю. Что-то движется. Это опасно. Больше, чем мы можем представить. И, если я угадал, то О'Доннан не лучший в этой игре. Он посылает сигнал. Ты сказал, что у него не было напарников? И я думаю, О'Доннан не ради Афганистана, Россия, Азербайджана, Узбекистана, Грузии, Армении, Турции, Грузии, Аzerbaijan, Лазании, Боснии, Франции, Ирландии, Евросоюз, Македонии, Хорватии, Исландии, Нидерландов, Швеции, Исландии, Зиландии, Македонии. [Yes. I know. Something is moving. It's dangerous. More, than we can imagine. And, if I guessed right, O'Donovan is not the best at this game. He is sending signals. You told me he had no partners? I think O'Donovan is not for Afghanistan, Russia, Azerbaijan, Uzbekistan, Turkmenistan, Tajikistan, Turkey, Armenia, Georgia, Azerbaijan, Bosnia and Herzegovina, France, Ireland, Eurozone, Macedonia, Croatia, Iceland, Estonia, Netherlands, Sweden, Iceland, Switzerland, Macedonia, Croatia, and the EU, the former Yugoslav Republic of Macedonia, Albania, Ireland, Austria, Hungary, the Netherlands, Germany, Slovakia, and Luxembourg.]"

The base alarm sounds. "This could be a drill." Yuri said but an explosion shakes the base, causing Ajax and Yuri to stumble. Another explosion hits the base. "Ебать! [Fuck!] We have to go! Fernandes, go! Удачи... [Good luck...]" Yuri said as he runs out of the room. Ajax pockets the USB device and rushes out of the storage room and spots Yuri leaving in a elevator. Outside, Russian and American soldiers are trapped within the gas as they suffocate to death. The chemical gas from the attack begins seeping into the administrative building and choking anyone caught in it. Soldiers can be heard screaming.

"Нам нужно попасть внутрь! [We need to get inside!]"

"Can't breathe!"

"Oh God! We're going to die out here!"

"Кто-то! [Someone!] Open the door!"

"Help us!"

"Let us in! Agh! It burns!"

"Он горит! [It burns!]"

"We're dying out here! Let us inside!"

"Shit! The gas is everywhere!"

"Eagle 1-5 to Gold Watcher... General! Come in! Are you alive?" Called a pilot on Ajax's earpiece.

Ajax coughs as he tries to evade the gas by running upstairs. "For now... Gas attack-- Chemical warheads..."

"Get to the high ground. Look for a way up to the roof for extraction!" Said the pilot as Ajax runs up a stairwell.

"Need an ETA, 1-5!"

"Circling now. People are dying down there.. Hurry, sir! Is Kuznetsov with you?"

"Negative. We went separate ways."

"He's a survivor. Like you."

Ajax climbs up a ladder to the next floor. "Going up a ladder."

"Hurry! The cloud is rising!"

Ajax continues running up the stairs to the roof. "Still pushing up, 1-5! Hold for me... "

"Of course, sir. Just come quickly!!" The pilot said as Ajax reaches the door to the roof just as the gas rises up around him. Eagle 1-5 lands his UH-90 Marinehawk helicopter on the roof. "Sir! I see you! Jump!" Ajax quickly runs and lands inside Eagle 1-5's chopper and shuts the door. "You good?"

"Yeah. Let's get outta here!"

"Hold on, sir!" Eagle 1-5 flies his chopper away from the destroyed military base.

As Eagle 1-5's chopper lifted off, Ajax Fernandes could see the chaos below. The once orderly base was now shrouded in toxic gas, its personnel scrambling for survival. Bodies littered the ground as the chemical cloud spread, suffocating everything in its path. The gas, designed to kill swiftly and without mercy, consumed the base like a slow-moving plague.

Ajax gritted his teeth, watching helplessly as his comrades—American and Russian soldiers alike—fell victim to the brutal attack. His mind raced as he tried to process what had just happened. O'Donovan—it had to be him. This attack had his signature all over it. Ruthless. Calculated. Precise.

Eagle 1-5 banked hard to the left, dodging the smoke and debris rising from the base. "Jesus Christ, sir," the pilot muttered. "What the hell was that?"

"Chemical weapon," Ajax replied, catching his breath. "Looks like O'Donovan's new toy. He just wiped out an entire joint military base. We need to get word to command."

The pilot grimly nodded, maintaining their course away from the base. "I'll put out an emergency broadcast as soon as we're clear. They need to know this isn't just an isolated attack."

Ajax leaned back in his seat, wiping the sweat from his brow. The USB device Yuri had handed him weighed heavily in his pocket, as if the information inside held the key to stopping the nightmare below. "Yuri said this weapon was new... but if this was just a test, who knows what the hell O'Donovan's planning next."

The radio crackled as command came through, "Eagle 1-5, this is UNE Command. We have you on radar. Confirm status."

"UNE Command, this is Eagle 1-5. Lieutenant General Fernandes is aboard. Fort Arklov has been hit with a chemical attack. Casualties are... catastrophic. Request immediate quarantine of the area. Repeat, chemical weapons confirmed. Fort Arklov is compromised."

"Copy that, Eagle 1-5. Lieutenant General Fernandes, do you have any intel on the perpetrators?"

Ajax leaned forward, grabbing the headset from the pilot. "This was Kane O'Donovan's doing. He's testing his new chemical weapon, and I have a feeling this is only the beginning. He's moving fast, and we're behind. I have intel—classified FSB files—that I'll be bringing to the nearest command post. But you need to lock down the entire region around Fort Arklov. No one gets in or out."

"Understood, General. We'll scramble forces to secure the perimeter. You're clear to head to Base Novorossiysk for debrief and intel drop-off."

"Roger that. ETA to Base Novorossiysk?" Ajax asked, his eyes scanning the horizon for any potential threats.

"Thirty minutes out, sir," the pilot replied.

Ajax exhaled, his thoughts shifting to the bigger picture. O'Donovan had struck deep into Russian territory, wiping out a crucial joint military installation. This wasn't just an attack on a base—it was a message. One that would shake both the UNE and Remnant to their core.

But what was worse, O'Donovan had created something new. A weapon capable of decimating entire armies in minutes. And if he was planning something bigger—something global—this gas attack might only be the start.

Ajax clenched his fists. "We can't let him win. Not this time."

The chopper continued its flight toward safety, but deep down, Ajax knew that this was far from over. O'Donovan's war was escalating, and soon, the world would have no choice but to face his fury head-on.

An image of the gas attack on Arklov Military Base is displayed on a smartphone until a finger scrolls down to reveal the news headline, "ULTRANATIONALISTS SUSPECTED IN DEADLY CHEMICAL WARHEAD ATTACK ON ARKLOV MILITARY BASE IN RUSSIA." The same finger scrolls down to the news article about the attack as an unseen man stands in line at a security checkpoint at John F. Kennedy International Airport. The same man places the phone in the tray on the conveyor belt and slides it into the scanner.

A male News Anchor speaks on the phone, "A Russian and American delegation suffered massive casualties when they came under fire..."

TSA monitors the items in the trays on a scanner as the man walks through the detector.

A female News Anchor speaks "...an estimated 258 deaths at the Russian base with more than 500 injured." The man walks through a detector only for the alarm to go off. "Several explosions in an apparent chemical attack were seen by witnesses from miles away."

The man is revealed to be Kane 'The Patriot' O'Donovan using a face and skin changer making him look like any normal citizen as a TSA scans his body for any prohibited items. O'Donovan looks to his right and sees another man look back at him as he passes through the checkpoint.

"The Kremlin blames Ultranationalist for what he calls a brutal and unjustifiable attack against Russian and American people." The male news Anchor said.

O'Donovan reaches into his jacket pocket to empty out its contents. He produces a metal item from his pocket and takes off his wristwatch as well. TSA nods and motions for O'Donovan to proceed. He goes to retrieve his phone from the tray and puts it back into his jacket.

The female news Anchor speaks up, "The Ultranationalist has been a group, then a terrorist organization, and a army/secret army for years, even after of what they have done in World War 3."

"Absolutely!"

O'Donovan walks up to a flight board showing both arriving and departing flights at JFK International Airport. The other man from the checkpoint walks up and stands right next O'Donovan.

The female news Anchor ends her statement, "It's clear the Ultranationalist remains at large and, for all we know, they have weapons in striking distance of Moscow, London, Beijing, DC, Tokyo, Seoul, Mexico City, Rio, Toronto, Berlin, Rome, Paris, you name it."

Kane 'The Patriot' O'Donovan stood casually at the flight board in JFK International Airport, his altered face blending seamlessly into the crowd of travelers. His eyes flicked to the display, tracking the flight details for one heading to a secure location. He allowed the low murmur of the airport and the distant echo of news reports on the Ultranationalists to fade into the background.

Next to him, the man from the checkpoint stood silently, matching O'Donovan's nonchalant posture but alert with purpose. They exchanged no words, only brief glances, aware that too much attention in this moment could be fatal to their plans.

O'Donovan's fingers twitched slightly, his phone vibrating in his pocket. He discreetly retrieved it and checked the screen.

A notification. Secure Message: "Operation: Air Dawnfire is about to start. All combatants in position. Await your approval."

O'Donovan slid the phone back into his jacket. His mind was already processing the next steps. The news reports were doing their job, stirring fear and confusion across the globe. The world had seen the deadly efficiency of his new chemical weapon, and now the clock was ticking down to the next phase—one that no government, no military, no alliance could stop.

The man beside him finally spoke, his voice barely a whisper, "You're cutting it close. The attack was... a statement."

O'Donovan turned slightly, his eyes cold and unreadable under the face changer. "It was necessary. Russia and the UNE needed to understand that I can strike anywhere, at any time. The next move will force them to act blindly, out of desperation. That's when we make our final play."

The man nodded, though there was a flicker of uncertainty. "And the others? They're in place?"

O'Donovan smirked. "All over. Europe, Asia, North America, South America. No capital is safe. When it begins, the world will be paralyzed, scrambling in the dark."

The flight board updated. O'Donovan's flight flashed Boarding. He gestured subtly to his companion. "You know what to do."

The man nodded, and replied to the message: "The Patriot approvals. Start the attack." After that he threw the phone in the trash can.

A second later, a couple of loud crashes were heard followed by automatic gunfire and explosions. The two acted like terrified civilians in a terrorist attack as NYPD officers and TSA agents rushed by as unaware the mastermind ran by.

The chaos that erupted in JFK International Airport was instantaneous. The first blast sent a wave of panic through the terminal, shattering glass and sending travelers ducking for cover. Automatic gunfire echoed off the walls as assailants, disguised as security personnel, unleashed a barrage of bullets into the crowd. The airport became a war zone within seconds.

Kane 'The Patriot' O'Donovan moved swiftly, his face still obscured by the skin changer, blending seamlessly into the flood of terrified civilians. He pushed through the panicked crowd, each step measured and deliberate as if this entire sequence had been rehearsed a thousand times. His companion, equally composed, followed his lead. They both knew this moment wasn't just about escape—it was the beginning of something much bigger.

As they navigated through the sea of screaming people, O'Donovan could hear more explosions rippling through the airport. These were distractions—well-timed diversions orchestrated by his network to ensure maximum confusion and minimum response time from law enforcement. He had no intention of being caught today, not when the final phase of his plan was so close.

NYPD officers and TSA agents flooded the terminal, weapons drawn, trying to secure the area and evacuate civilians. They had no idea the real threat was already walking right past them, heading for an inconspicuous exit.

O'Donovan slipped through a side corridor, leading his partner to a service door where a blacked-out SUV waited, engine running. They climbed in without hesitation, the driver barely glancing at them before peeling out of the airport.

"Are the others in position?" O'Donovan asked as the SUV sped down the side roads, weaving through emergency vehicles and chaos. His voice was calm, but his mind was racing, already thinking about the next steps.

The man beside him checked his smartwatch, confirming the synchronized strikes. "London, Paris, Seoul, and Moscow. All teams are in place and awaiting your signal."

O'Donovan nodded, the weight of his plan settling in. "Then let them know. We begin Phase Two. Initiate Air Dawnfire across all sectors."

As the message was sent, O'Donovan gazed out the window at the distant New York skyline. It was just one of many cities that would soon be brought to its knees, crippled by the orchestrated terror he had unleashed. The world was watching, terrified of what the Ultranationalists might do next, but no one knew just how deep the web of destruction truly went.

"Let them think this is the worst of it," O'Donovan muttered to himself, a faint smirk curling his lips. "They have no idea what's coming."