[center][u][b]Freedom for the Betterment of Mars[/b][/u]

Jack Duerham moves through the thick crowd of protesters, expertly weaving in and out of the disgruntled citizens of Elysium City. This is his element. As an accountant for a corporation in this "fine" city he hated his life. Jack found he was only talented in one thing: not being noticed while blending in with a crowd. So, when he caught wind of the FBM,  a way out of the corporate slavery he was being subjected  to, he jumped at the chance to join. Jack stopped when he saw his target approaching and quickly ducked into the safety of an alleyway. Duerham reviewed his info. An ornithopter carrying a high ranking EDC Sargent and a board member of a local corporation is to be passing through this area. Right now. Jack motions to his partner on a nearby rooftop. An EMP bullet flies through the air and disables all systems on the chopper. Jack reveals a small missile launcher from under his coat. It contains ground-to-air homing missiles, it's a couple decades old but it works. Duerham takes aim and fires, the rocket ripping across the sky. The deadly projectile rips into the falling copter, a second later it explodes. ripping the vehicle into pieces. 

John D. Scythe sits in silence, gazing at the red sand. Suddenly, the burning sand is ripped apart by the tires of a truck baring the markings of a corporation. The truck is the first in a long line of them. John gives a hand signal and suddenly the leader and the last in line explode into thousands of burning, twisted shards. Several armed figures pop out of the ground in front, behind,  and even below the trucks, throwing an assortment of grenades into the middle, decimating what's left. A few men and women appear out of the sand and start scavenging through the wreckage, finishing off survivors, and picking up supplies that could be used.
"Perfect execution", John radios to his troops. [/center]