Absolution Ridge
							
                  A group of elite terrorist called the Forgotten Warriors (or FW) had taken a manor house, killing a marine recon company that had been housed there to hold the ridge.  They sent in a  specialist team nicked named Extreme Soldiers, to clean house. With the drop zone confirmed at the south side of the ridge of  the overrun manor house.  
                 The Extreme Soldiers, or XS for short, were an accomplished handful of warriors; NightWing the leader, Warlock his right hand man, Nassin deadly with a M4, and his sniper ‘The Angel of Death‘. They were joined by a handful of other marines in their attempt for conquest. They had no idea what they were getting into.
                As the team was inserted, all hell broke loose within seconds. A lot of men were already corpses and more sure to join the dead.  The partisans had an unbreakable hold on the manor house.  Leading them were two dangerous bastards, men known as Retro and Hollow.  Living up to there reputation as men not to be fucked with, they held the line with precision and deadly accuracy.  
                “Take the ridge and hold positions War!” NightWing commanded. “Nassin! Nassin! Damn it come back here”. Nassin headed out of site without warning leaving the company even more short handed.
               “Angel get your ass in to position, we need you to start taking out these guys!”   Seconds later Angel was over the hills and far away.  With  NightWing and Warlock pushing forward with not much effect, they needed a miracle.  With far too many men dying every moment, they need it soon.
                Angel had finally gotten into position and was hurrying to find his first victim. ‘BOOM!‘ he found one, then another and another, the Angel of death had started his reign. With sweat burning his eyes, he was taking every possible shot to assure the survival of his brothers in arms.
               “Damn it!” he yelled as he realize his efforts wasn’t making the necessary effect to get a foothold on the ridge. He kept on bring death to the terrorist, for he knew that’s all he could do, bring death and pray.
                Then the miracle they had been waiting for arrived in the person of Nassin.  With loud battle cry Nassin opened fire on the partisans flank. 
                 “Die! Die! Die!” is all you heard from him as he mowed down one man after another. He was like a madman possessed with vengeance and hungered for the enemies death. For a man with little thirst for blood he took enough lives to last him a lifetime.  
                 “Move War! Move!” NightWing shouted. “Take the ridge now!” XS on the advance now with Warlock and NightWing pushing the front and Nassin terrorizing the  left flank. Their adversary was moving back, their line was breaking all was going well.
                 As Angel started to site in his nest victim he stopped cold.  He watched Retro raise his weapon and take aim at back of Nassins head.
                 "Nassin!" Angel screamed but it was too late as he watched the bastard blow the right side of Nassin’s face off.  Angel’s only thought was to kill the man he lost his friend to, but before he could pull the trigger law rocket exploded next to Angels left side. Throwing him 10ft into the air. Bleeding badly, he could still move, he knew wasn’t going to make it, but he had to settle the score for his friend.
                  NightWing and Warlock were jumping and screaming the war cries of a thousand dead soldiers leaving a trail of destruction in their path.  NightWing didn’t even feel the bullet pass through his left arm as he and the Warlock were raging through the lines in a fit of insanity.  No one could stop them.  
                  Angel was running to the frontline, delusional from the loss of blood, trying to get there before he passed out.  All he could think of was the lives he had taken.  He told himself that he had killed in a war.  But the memories of screaming young men dying by his bullets in their chest haunted him as he ran.  He was going to die without absolution., without freedom of sin.  He was scared then remembered Nassin and the bastard that killed him.  He knew why he had been put on this battle field. Bleeding and blacking out he grabbed a bag of satchels and started up the ridge.
                    Screaming “Nassin I’m coming buddy! Die Retro! Die you fucking bastard!“ he charged into the manor house, a moment later it exploded with the radicals inside.
                   The battle wasn’t over, there were still scattered numbers to be eliminated.  Little did they know that there were machine gun nests, fortified by Hollows blazing saw, on the other side of the ridge to provide cover fire.  NightWing and Warlock stormed the machine gun nests with the valor of ancient soldiers fighting for the gods.  They took the nests and Hollows head. But it came at a high price for when the smoke cleared, Hollow had killed 13 more soldiers in the mad battle and only 2 remained standing, NightWing and Warlock.
                    No one knows if Retro perished in the explosion, his body was never found. Warlock and NightWing where awarded the Medal of Honor for their actions of bravery, while Nassin and Angel where given a heroes funeral for their actions at Absolution Ridge. Warlock was later killed at the Battle of Blind Alley, some say by Retro. NightWing went on to lead many successful missions and was assassinated at Snow Summit six years later.

                                                                                                          Written by Angel
                                                                                                                                                            Co Written by NightWing