[b]5th of December, 2015[/b]

[b]A Bar In Brasilia[/b]
"Marcio! Terrific news!" A balding man with a thick beard practically threw the door off its hinges as he ran inside to greet Marcio, leader of Esperança. "The Russians have agreed to fund our cause!" Marcio grinned from his position at the back of the empty bar, taking another puff of his cigarette. "Wonderful." He rose slowly from his chair, hobbling around the table toward his friend. "I have another task for you though, Fabio." Fabio nodded in response. "The leftist pigs are preparing something in the North. I need you to go there, to Roaraima. We have a few members hiding out in Boa Vista. Go there with Enrique. He will train them, you must recruit more." The large man nodded again, grinning at his friend. "It has been too long since I tasted Commie blood." 

Marcio placed a trembling hand on Fabio's shoulder. "No beserker crap out there Fabio! No charging people with an ax or swords. You will fight smart and you will fight safe. You are too valuable for Esperança to lose." Fabio patted his belly, laughing. "Marcio, nothing can kill me! There is a reason they call me The Bull."

Marcio coughed, his body feeling as if it was on fire. He fell down against the bar, Fabio grabbing him in time to stop his complete collapse. "There are many places in this great continent where a smaller opponent regularly kills a bull. Be careful, friend."

"You too."


[hider=Letter From The BFM to Russia]
Vladimir Putin,
It is a shame your people no longer call their leaders Tsar, as you are a man truly worthy of the title. We are overjoyed to hear that you will support us in our endeavors to free Brazil from tyranny. As thanks, you will find that Brazil and its people are ready to aid you in any matters, once the government has been removed. 

Attached to this letter are details on various ports where our agents could collect supplies. 

Recently, several of our experienced ex-military men where assassinated. We suspect the US was involved, but that is not why I ask this of you. If your great nation could spare any military trainers, we would put them to great use.

And finally, regarding our name, BFM is merely the way we sign letters to leaders who have not been conditioned to believe that fascism is some kind of evil. The people of Brazil know us as Esperança, the Portuguese word for hope. 

Thank you for your invaluable assistance,
Marcio Ma, 
Leader of Esperança
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[b]6th of December[/b]
[b]Boa Vista, Brazil[/b]
[b]Luis's Family Deli[/b]
[b]2:43AM[/b]
At the back of an old butcher's, behind hanging pig carcasses and freezers, is a small room, large enough only to fit two couches and a small table. Sitting in the middle, smoking a Cuban Cigar, Luis leaned back on his chair and threw his cards down. "I believe that is a full house." He laughed and reached out his hand, drawing the chips towards him. Men laughed with him, with the exception of the scrawny lieutenant Carlos, who was now out of the game. "Carlos, you really must stop going all in on a two pair!" The young man rolled his eyes, adjusting his jeans and getting to his feet. "I'm going to head home now. Goodbye Luis." He turned to the other men. "And to all of you too, have a good time." The small wooden door swung open, Carlos leaving the laughter and smoke behind. 

He walked out onto the street, hearing singing in the distance. It was a cold night, one where clouds had lingered from the overcast day and made it nearly impossible to see where he was going. It was made worse by the glow of high-beams, one driver obviously being too inconsiderate to realize he was in a residential area. As the jeep rolled closer, Carlos stepped to the side of the road to avoid being hit, only to hear a loud voice from inside. "And then I receive a glorious letter! The Russians had decided to support us! We will surely crush anyone that stands before us!" As the car rolled past, Carlos looked inside and saw the man they had all been warned about. The bull.

Luis needed to know.


[hider=Letter from the Sons of Marx to Russia]
Cowardly Dogs,
We have found out from our extensive intelligence network that you have decided to support the fascists. I wish I had known that the leaders of Russia have gone from great architects of nations like Lenin, to filth like you. I could find a better leader within a Favella, and his family would make a better cabinet than the shambles you currently call a government. When the revolution grips Brazil, expect to find yourself as one of our greatest enemies. You are secretary to Lucifer himself.
-The Sons
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[hider=Anonymous Letter To All NATO Nations]
Greetings, time is short.
NATO is the only hope left for South America. Currently, a fascist group is preparing to seize power. They are backed by the Russians. We have monitored this group since their inception and know their plan. Once Brazil is consolidated under their rule, they will use our military for the forceful conquest of South America. A Latin America united under a fascist banner and in collaboration with Russia is something that me and my colleagues would not be able to contend with.

We are requesting immediate assistance. Prepare a force to mobilize a put down the coup when the fascists strike. There is not much time.
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