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{{Revolutionbar/Part2}}
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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]], [[User:K6ka|K6ka]], [[User:OpelSpeedster|OpelSpeedster]]
|originalrun = 22 September 2014 - 1 October 2014
|preceded = [[Fanon:Persuasion|Persuasion]]
|succeeded = [[Fanon:Assault|Assault]]
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"Very well done, boys and girls," Harry clapped. "Well done. I'm very impressed." He watched as the children left the field and retreated to their living quarters. Harry surveyed their new camp.
Over the previous weeks, children had come into the camp by the truckload. They ran away from their homes, from their families, to join the growing group of disgruntled youths that was to fight against the Government. Each youngster forming the ranks of the new army had willingly chosen to board trucks parked all over the streets of the cities of the continent, whereupon each truck would take them to the same cave in which Ben, Alex, Miami and Harry had hid when they first escaped from the prison camp.
In the time that followed, the newcomers helped to build a small camp using rocks and trees from the surrounding area. It wasn't much, but it'd have to do for now. At the moment, the trainees would have to rely on hunting for food, as rations were running low.
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Harry broke into a grin.
==Chapter 4==
''1 week later.''
"Ahh!" a cry erupted from one of the rooms as the sun rose above the horizon. A few birds took off from the trees, startled by the shout, flapping away noisily into the distance, squawking loudly.
Harry, now out of uniform, sprinted out of his rock-walled quarters and approached the source of the scream.
"What is it?" Harry asked loudly, which attracted the attention of even more people as the sleepy camp began to wake itself up. As people gathered, they all looked in horror and shock. Some had their hands over their mouths in terror.
A boy was kneeling. The body of an unconscious girl was being supported by his arms. Her skin was spotty and flushed. Her breathing was fast and irregular.
"MEDIC!" a voice cried. A medical officer, Doctor Renhald, who had accompanied the group of soldiers a week earlier, materialised. He walked up to the boy and unconscious girl before kneeling down, placing his case of equipment on the ground.
"Everything was normal. Iris and I were just talking to each other, then…" the boy said. "She started saying weird things and then she collapsed."
"Grade IV Hepatic encephalopathy," Renhald mumbled. "Hyperacute liver failure…Paracetamol toxicity." He shook his head in hopelessness.
"I'm sorry," he said. "She needs to be admitted to an intensive care unit where she can then undergo a liver transplant.
"Then why can't we give her a transplant?" the boy cried. A tear ran down his face.
The doctor looked up sympathetically. "Without access to better medical facilities, I am unable to help her. She'll die unless she gets medical treatment soon. Better treatment than I can possibly provide under current circumstances."
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The trucks stopped before the gates of Camp Victor-Charlie-624.
A group of soldiers, ranging from the ages of twelve to twenty-four, disembarked from their vehicles. Among them was Ben Faulkner. Doctor Renhald was also with them. They then helped to bring a gurney out of the truck, on which rested the comatose form of Iris. This was swiftly followed by Iris' drip feed.
Several soldiers went in to survey the camp. Several young soldiers immediately emerged to surrender to the newcomers. They were welcomed into the group. Several older troops, brainwashed, also stepped out to confront the rebels. They were cut down immediately by the enemy.
"Which way to the medical centre?" Ben asked. One of the deserters led the way to the camp's sick bay. Upon entry, Iris' gurney was rolled in. Several doctors and nurses were hiding.
"Do you have an operating theatre?" he asked the chief. He nodded in response.
"We have a patient in urgent need of medical attention. Liver transplant," Ben said. "Comply, and we'll leave you alone. Resist, and you die. Clear?" The chief nodded again.
"Get to work." The chief beckoned his staff to follow him into the next room.
"Keep an eye on them. Help them if needed," said Ben to the Doctor Renhald. The latter subsequently ran off after the Army doctors into the operating theatre. He was followed by two men who wheeled in the gurney.
Ben turned to the other troops. "Our job is to clean up any further resistance by Government troops. Then, we are to prepare the camp for our habitation. Are we clear, men?"
"Sir, yes, sir!" the group cried in unison.
"Let's go!" Ben cried.
==Chapter 5==
By the next week, Iris was recovering well in sick bay and the entire Liberation Army had relocated to Camp Victor-Charlie-624, which was renamed Camp Alpha. It was to be the headquarters of the steadily growing force which was destined to take on the Government.
Ben, Miami, Alex and Harry were in sick bay, accompanying Iris' friend. As she awoke, Iris turned her head slowly towards her companion.
"Leo…," she croaked weakly.
"I'm here, Iris," he whispered. He gripped her hand tightly.
"Well, isn't this the happy ending," Harry joked with a smile.
"General?" she said suddenly. "Why…why am I here?"
"We brought you back, soldier," he chuckled. "Why else?"
"Why waste your energy saving me when you could've used it to take on the Government?"
"Sometimes," it was Ben's turn to speak. "The needs of the one, outweigh the needs of the many."
"You're not expendable, Iris," said Harry. "You're an essential part of our revolution. Without you, our struggle would be all the harder."
"Thank you," Iris breathed. A tear rolled down her cheek.
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<center>'''END OF PART II'''</center>
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