[b]Bradley West[/b] 
[b]Location: Sons of Averton hide-out[/b]

The secret location of the SoA wasn't so secret as the government thinks it is. If those fools only knew... Bradley thought it was a good idea to relocate the SoA into an underground VIP bunker previously captured and used by a former rebel group, currently annihilated by the government. This bunker was raided by government troops ten years ago. Many have died, and the place was bombed. What the government dosen't know is that this underground bunker for VIP's wasn't destroyed completely by the explosion. Only about 60 percent. While the rest still stands. The SoA have been using this 40 percent that remains for about 6 months now. Bradley did the relocation because their previous hideout just wasn't suitable anymore. While here things are a whole lot better.([url=http://s.cghub.com/files/Image/779001-780000/779442/837_max.jpg]1.0[/url], [url=http://s.cghub.com/files/Image/574001-575000/574871/149_stream.jpg]2.0[/url])

Bradley was in his quarters. Alone. He liked it that way. The situation with his wife was bothering more and more with each passing day. Last month the stealthily entered in the apartment they once shared and tried again to convince her. She attacked him. Bradley barely got out alive. With only a gunshot wound in his left leg. Ever since then Bradley started to drink heavily and get himself drunk almost every night. His fellow group members are getting more and more worried about his situation. Some even said that a new leader should be elected. Bradley was sitting at a desk, with a bottle of whisky and a glass in front of him. Also on his right side there was an old [url=http://s6.postimg.org/m1m3gcltt/Smith_Wesson_686_357_Magnum.jpg]Smith and Wesson 686 revolver, chambered in .357 Magnum bullets[/url]. It was Bradley's favorite weapon. And one that he carried with him pretty much everywhere. Sure in these modern times when weapons technology is continously advancing these kind of weapons were now antiques found only in the collections of enthusiasts.

Bradley had one though. He bought it from the black market. Bullets where very hard to get but not impossible. The TV was open but he wasn't paying attention to it. Instead he was glaring down on a picture of his wife. "Why Angela?" Why do you hate me? I love you damn it!" He muttered with the voice of a half drunk man. All of a sudden the TV finally caught his attention as the mayor started speaking... [i]"Hello and good morning citizens of Averton, what a beautiful day. I have a few important announcements I'd like to make and I sincerely appreciate you taking the time out of your busy schedules to listen. It is with great pleasure that I announce a large, illegal shipment of assault weapons and ammunition was intercepted by Averton Security Forces personnel late last night. I commend the brave officers of our city for remaining diligent and vigorous in their duties while in the face of danger, to ensure all of our families are safe."[/i]

Bradley was looking as the mayor was doing his usual thing. Feeding people with lies. It made him sick. He turned his vision away from the TV and started pouring whisky down ion his glass as he was hearing the mayor continue his disgusting speech, this time hitting the resistance groups problem. [i]"These resistance factions are a threat to your families, their safety, their prosperity and their happiness. Not a day goes by that they don't cause harm to our great city. As I continue to follow the vision of my father, I reiterate my promise that I will do everything within my power to clean the streets of these ruthless criminals. You should not fear your commute to work, you should not fear your child's well being on the way to or home from school, you should not fear whether your homes will be hit by those who do not care about you."[/i]

As he poured the whisky down his neck and left the glass down, Bradley could feel the blood boiling in his veins as he was hearing all the crap that the mayor was pouring out of his mouth. He and those that follow him where the only criminals here. Well, he couldn't speak on behalf of the other resistance groups, but his was definetly good intentioned as they helped citizens plenty of times. He grabbed the whisky bottle wanting to pour in the glass again but had a change of heart as he let down the bottle and started staring at the TV again, grabbing his revolver, pointing it in the direction of the TV and cocking the hammer. [i]"Together we will continue taking back the city we love and you always play a vital role. Please report any suspicious activity to ASF headquarters or speak with any ASF officer you come across. No issue is too small, not when it comes to your safety and that of your family. Let me continue on to the fun stuff. Join me this Friday night at Tibber's Italian Bistro on 2nd and Washington this Friday, where I will personally be paying half of every tab, the entire night! Yes you heard correctly, so I'd love..."[/i] 

He pushed the trigger as the bullet traveled forward and destroyed the TV, putting a hole in it. He then got up as if nothing happened and put the revolver in his holster. The loud BANG echoed through the hallways of the hideout as some people gathered at the door to Bradley's quarters, fearing the worst. A tall and well bult man makes his way through the mass of people. His name was [url=http://s6.postimg.org/eijnm0329/Mercenary_03.jpg]Clay[/url]. Clay is Bradley's best friend, 2nd in command and former ASF operative like him. He is one of those 3 ASF operatives that chose to defect along with Bradley, when he did in the first place, after that event involving those rebels, when he killed his team leader and another team member and delivered that threatening message in front of the cameras.

Clay enters Bradley's quarters, closing the door behind him. Bradley looks at him with an empty look. "Really man? It's like the 4th TV already. I know you hate the guy but that dosen't mean you have to destroy the TV everytime he speaks. You can change the channel, or close it." Said Clay as he crossed his arms. "I'm sorry, it's just that, all the bullshit he's speaking...makes me sick. We've been idle for like what? A month?" He asks Clay. "Yeah! Ever since you've made another attempt to recruit your wife. And after it failed and you nearly got yourself killed. You started drinking like a moron and getting yourself drunk every day." Responded Clay with an obvious displeasure in his voice. "Tomorow we attack the weapons depot. If we succeed then it will be a great victory for us. I know we've aldeady tried that once and failed and our leader Billy died, because we had a mole in the group. But that's not the case anymore, the spy has been killed. I know this time we can succeed. They're not expecting us to attack the same place twice. And that's gonna be their downfall..." Said Bradley.

"Okay. I'm all for that! I always thought Billy's death needs to be avenged. He was a good leader for us. He didn't deserve to go down like that." Approved Clay as he left the quarters. After walking around for a few more seconds Bradley opens the door and looks at everyone. "I'm allright brothers. That gunshot didn't meant me killing myslef. That's probably the last thing i'll ever do. I'm not a coward." Said Bradley as he closed back the door.