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{{Title|[[Fanon:Revolution|Revolution]] - Episode 4: Infiltration <sub>by [[User:WikiBuilder1147|WikiBuilder1147]]</sub>}}
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{{Disclaimer|Some content in this narrative is '''not suitable for children under the age of thirteen years''', as it contains some violence and coarse language. '''Caution is advised.'''}}
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|genre = Drama, Action, Adventure, Scifi
|creator = [[User:WikiBuilder1147|WikiBuilder1147]]
|originalrun = 3 - 6 September 2014
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|successor = [[Fanon:Escape|Escape]]
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He screamed. Very loudly. The other guards were startled, and rushed to their comrade's aid.
Volleys of hydrochloric acid began firing from Ben's hiding place. The room was soon filled with the voices of several shrieking and howling men. Ben took the opportunity created by the guards' distraction and picked up one of their assault rifles. He exited the reeducation chamber
==Chapter 2==
Alarms continued to blast noisily. A robotic voice droned unemotionally through the loudspeaker.
"Warning: Prisoner F-
The lights the lined the walls of the corridors repeatedly glowed red then faded out, plunging the halls into temporary darkness.
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==Chapter 3==
As the elevator dropped to the first floor of the high security prison, Ben Faulkner pulled on a lever on his assault rifle. The empty magazine dropped onto the floor. He promptly pulled a fresh one from his belt, clipping it onto the gun. He heard the magazine slide into the rifle and a click as it connected with the breech of the gun. He took aim at the door. As soon as it opened, he began firing again.
After exiting the elevator, Ben explored the corridors of the first floor. He passed a cell. The occupant caught his attention. He backtracked, and caught sight of a Government soldier pacing back and forth inside it. He had no weapons with him. Ben decided to risk it. He opened the cell's door and stepped inside.
"And who might ''you'' be, dear sir?" asked the man.
"Does that matter to you?" asked Ben. He pointed his assault rifle at the soldier.
"Go ahead. Shoot me," the man replied. "I'm on death row, anyway."
Ben felt that he should comply - the man was a Government soldier, after all. But…he was on…death row--
''Shoot him,'' said the voice. ''He is a traitor to the Government.''
Ben suddenly didn't want to shoot, but his fingers started to move towards the trigger.
''THE TRAITOR!'' it shrieked. ''KILL THE TRAITOR!''
"No," he said. He lowered the gun. Ben dropped the gun. It fell to the floor. He walked towards the soldier.
"My name is Benjamin Faulkner," he said. "My friends and I were separated when we were captured by the Government. I'm trying to rescue them."
A short silence followed.
"I'll help," said the soldier. "Private Harry Miller. ''Formerly'' 19th Division, 130th Battalion, 5th Regiment, 13th Platoon." He stuck an arm out. Ben shook it.
"Let's go," Harry said.
==Chapter 4==
"So…which way?" asked Ben.
"Depends on where you wanna go," Harry replied.
"Cell…" Ben dug through his mind searching for the answer. "One-oh-two-three."
"This way then," Harry said. turning right. Ben followed. Almost immediately the duo stopped.
A scream.
Alex.
"Alex!" Ben gasped, sprinting towards the scream's source. Harry sighed before following Ben.
When Ben and his new companion finally found the room from which the voice of Alexander Townsend was emanating, they looked through a window, and discovered him strapped to a chair. A prison guard pressed a button on a console, upon which Alex's body spasmed. The straps restraining him buckled. He screamed.
He was being tortured.
Ben, furious, opened the door and filled the room with a barrage of bullets.
When all of Alex's tormentors lay dead on the floor, Ben rushed inside, followed by Harry. Ben ripped all of Alex's restraints off.
"Are you alright, Alex?" Ben asked his friend soothingly.
Alex slowly turned to look at Ben.
"Yeah…" he croaked. "I'm…fine."
Ben helped Alex out of the chair. When he turned to look at Harry, the former soldier was bending down to pick up a gun belonging to a dead prison guard.
"Harry!" Ben shouted. He took aim at Harry. "Put the gun down."
Harry picked it up and turned to look at Ben. "How am I gonna prove that you can trust me if I don't have a gun?"
There was some silence. The two regarded each other.
Finally, Ben spoke. "Fine. But one false move--"
"I know."
==Chapter 5==
"Which way?" asked Ben. Alex, still weak from the torturous experience, had an arm slung over his friend's shoulders.
"Right!" said Harry. The trio turned right at a fork.
"My platoon was posted here a few years back," he said. "I know this place like the back of my hand."
"Where ''is'' the rest of your platoon?" Ben asked.
Harry said nothing. He slowed down.
"Oh," Ben said. "I'm sorry."
"The 13th Platoon ceased to exist when we were captured," Harry explained. "We decided that we would storm the Federal Capitol in SimCity and try to take what we saw as an oppressive and authoritative Government down. A coup."
"Then what happened?"
"We took the Congressmen hostage, including the President," Harry continued. "It seemed like everything was going to plan. Then other soldiers who were as brainwashed as the average Joe stormed the Capitol a few days later. We were imprisoned. Then all members of my platoon were executed one by one. I'm the last one."
An awkward silence followed.
"Here we are. Cell 1023," said Harry.
Ben looked through the window. He saw someone sleeping on a metal slab. As he looked closer, he could see that her red hair was tied in a low ponytail. Her skin was a tan colour.
Miami.
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'''''[[Fanon:Escape|To be continued…]]'''''
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