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Some time in the near future

Furdel looked around at the faces of his flight crew as the news came over the TV of the Socialist party winning all the major elections. He hung his head, realizing their leader was an asshole, and that bad stuff was going to happen. He had been waiting for January to roll around so he could laugh at the ridiculousness of the president, but then came word that the party held the majority in the house and senate. He couldn't believe it. How had the entire nation fallen for a conjure of cheap tricks? Most of his crew expressed disinterest or shock, and none were happy at the news.

July

Six months after the election. Furdel had left the Navy and hadn't re-upped. He had planned on attending BUD/s, but refused to fight for a socialist regime. Many insane bills were passed that destroyed the bill of rights, he had watched it unfold like a nightmare. Government power had suddenly exploded, and the Supreme court justices were so old that by the time appeals against the laws would be heard with the new law system, many would be replaced, undoubtedly with those that agreed with the Party. He decided that he would join a force to try and overthrow power locally, before working to county, state and federal level. He searched through secure servers (The new FCC rules on the internet basically gave the government unlimited spying ability) to find a group of people to help him. He found one.

November

With the rapid government expansion, the group, the Wolverines, a la Red Dawn (1984), began to take more drastic steps. As someone with contacts within the city, and one who knew the metro like the back of his hand, he was selected as the spy. His job was to do any ops that required work inside the city, mainly intel gathering. He was currently planning on how to grab a set of financial documents from the Party's main bank when suddenly police sirens went off behind him. Just stay calm, maybe someones robbing a house or something, and they need to get around you. he thought nervously, as he was the only one on the street. To his dismay, the car pulled in behind him. Two officers got out, a fat pug, the chief from his badge, and a German Shepherd, former Spec Ops by the look of it. The pug calmly walked up to the Jeep's window, and Furdel rolled it down. Looking down on the chief from his perch in the lifted vehicle, he got his ID ready.

"Sir, do you know why I pulled you over tonight?" the Chief asked.

"No, sir, I do not. Do I have a broken taillight or something?"

"I pulled you over because your vehicle matches the description of one used in a murder recently. I need you to step out of the car." Furdel complied, but was confused, as he had a fairly unique vehicle. Slight lift, Red with black accessories, custom bumpers and steps, some old Hankook tires, and he hadn't killed anyone since he flew a jet. "You got an ID on you son?" the Shepherd asked. Still perplexed, Furdel handed him his ID. "Hmmmm, yeah it's an old one. Not our guy, but still needs to get a new one."

"I got that ID 3 weeks ago when the new law went in!" He protested "That matches all current code and regulation!"

"mmm yeah, a new city ordinance today made some changes, this is invalid. We're gonna have to search your vehicle." The chief replied.

"But it's literally been less than 24 hours! You have nothing against me, I've been working all day!" He protested even more, now starting to get a bit frantic, as he knew they were setting him up.

"Detain him deputy, I'll search his car." With that the Chief walked towards his vehicle, still running, door open, and the Shepherd slammed Furdels face into the hood of the Crown Vic. As his hands were being violently yanked behind him, he noticed a tattoo on the deputies forearm. It was the word Caeteris, overlaying an olive wreath on a shield. The shield had words that read Potestas Regiminis which meant one thing. Federal Goons. Personal police to the party. Knowing what would happen if they searched his phone, he quickly decided a life on the run was better than a life of physical torture and cramped cells. He let out a fearsome growl and slammed his boot up into the crotch of the deputy. He howled in pain, at which point Furdel slammed a left hook into his jaw, knocking him on the ground. With another swift kick to the stomach, he tackled the pug, kneed him in the balls and tore off in his Jeep. He called his commander and informed him of the situation, and said that the bank statements were a no go. The commander directed him to a safe house where he could hide, about 15 minutes outside the city, and Furdel headed there.

June

Furdel sat in the safe house, pondering his next move. He had hitched a ride in to the city earlier, and picked up his second vehicle, a baby blue '67 Mustang with tan-yellow interior. Now he had a completely secured vehicle, and was wondering how he would get by without cops catching on. His mind flew back to that night in November, watching the 10 o'clock news, and saw a dashcam video with his face staring straight in it as he attacked the officers. A warrant had been put out for his arrest, along with a reward, as they connected his vehicle as one in video of several sabotages and robberies of the State. His mind returned to the present as his phone vibrated. It was a facebook message, from an old highschool friend. Chloe. An avid socialist, and one of the original Party supporters, he wondered why she would contact him, a wanted outlaw. He read the messages to make sure.

C: Hey what's up?

Strange. He decided to respond.

F: Nothing, just staring holes in walls.

C: I saw the news, and I was appalled. He turned out a complete liar. How could he start multiple wars like that?

F: Hate to say it, but I told ya so. I warned you many a time about supporting people like him and the Party, but you refused to listen. Anyway, he started them because he is a liar, a crook, and a hypocrite. How are you, everything alright?

C: Yeah, I guess you did tell me so. I just never thought that this could happen. At first I was happy, but now, with complete Party control of all three branches...

F: This shouldn't happen, but when you have two old judges die, and two more "die", you gain control. Everything they do is now perfect and infallible. I hate it as much as you, if not more as it turned directly on to me.

C: That's right, you're an outlaw now. I guess this could screw my standings with the Party over if they found this.

F: Yeah it could, especially since you helped them initially, they see it as high treason. Good talking to you anyways.

C: Yeah, see ya around.

Furdel sat and pondered on this conversation. How many others were alienated by recent actions, but were afraid to speak out after the grip on power? After seeing what happened to Texas... most people decided to hush up. He felt like he was in one of those 2016 Russian jokes, where Putin won with 140% of voters, but now, it was all too real to take in.

Later that night

Furdel was browsing through a secured Facebook channel, when an idea popped into his head. He'd use a secure encrypted link to speak with her from now on, as he didn't want to endanger her life. He started up a chat line, which used information found across the web to secure a link with the person. He sent her a PM, hoping she would receive it.

C: What is this?

F: A secure link. It wipes itself every time you close the web page, and clears itself and all traces from any device using it. Those who disagree with the Party prefer it.

C: Yeet. So what's up?

F: We need to talk. Let's meet up someplace. Target strip mall still around?

C: Yeah, pretty much.

F: Friday night. 9:30, park in front of Chili's. We'll blend in with the rest of the crowd for the weekend.

C: How will you get here safely?

F: I have my ways. Don't worry, you'll know I'm there.

Friday

Furdel had been waiting nervously the whole week for this night. He had been browsing Facebook to see any updated info that could be useful, while laying low from police, and remembered why he had had a crush on her through high school. Now that the time was finally here, he ran out to his car and hopped in. He drove all the way to the city, when suddenly he got nervous. Realizing it was a Friday night, and it was shortly after graduation, cops and government agents would be out and about like a kicked anthill. He got on the strip, and found the area he was looking for. He noticed her car, and a second look revealed she was sitting inside. He pulled around and found a nearby place to park, which unfortunately was next to the main route through the parking lot. He pulled out his phone and yanked his ball cap down over his eyes.

F: Here, I see you.

C: I see you too, where are we meeting?

F: My car? Since it's lifted it'll be harder for people to see us.

C: Sounds good, I'll come right over.

Furdel looked over to her car and let out a slight gasp. She was wearing a knee-length red dress, that was lowered in the front. Her black hair bounced around her shoulders as she walked, and she had obviously dressed up, as the other girls walking by were dressed in a similar fashion if they were dressed up. His heart raced as she walked over, and those twenty seconds felt like twenty years. His focus was broken as he caught glimpse of a cop driving by and he quickly turned into his phone, acting like a normal 18 year old. When she hopped in to his Jeep, he felt his heart skip a beat. He hadn't been like this since high school, when they would get together and go rock crawling or mudding with a few of his buddies. After she got settled in, they began talking.

"You sure do look nice tonight. Were you eating with your family or something?" He asked.

"No, It's a Friday night and all the highschoolers are partying so I dressed appropriately. I see you are still wearing those boots and jeans you've always had."

"Yeah, I'm kinda not able to buy new ones, and these are already broken in so... Yeah."

"So what did you want to discuss?"

"Everything. How's your life been, whats the current situation, anything you could give me to help us end this tyranny, what career you want to take, stuff like that."

"Huh. Well, I've been great. At least until recently. The goons mostly leave me alone, but my dad..."

"He brought attention to himself? Sounds like him."

"Yeah... Anyway I do know some more stuff with the government, since I live next to Camp."

"Any good, damning info I can use to get a better handle on things?"

"Yeah. New hardware coming in, and they've been testing out cannons and doing airborne training and stuff like that a lot more recently."

They continued talking about this for a few minutes when Furdel noticed a government hit car drive into the lot, turning to face him. He vaulted the center console and wrapped his arms around Chloe. He pressed himself on her, and used his legs to give off an appearance of love to those looking in. He lowered his face to her left ear and whispered.

"Government car coming. You see it?" She gave a slight nod, paralyzed as he was pressing down on her. "If i'm seen, both of us will be full of lead. Act like some recent graduates. Fake kissing, stuff like that. Just until they go by." She nodded that she understood and they faked like they were a highschool couple. After the car and a second cop pulled by, he went to move back to his seat. As he did, his lips brushed hers. His face flushed with heat, and he quickly moved back over. His heart raced from the touch, and he did his best to conceal his shallow, quick breathing from that incident. She appeared unmoved, possibly not having noticed it. He sat there for a second, getting his thoughts together and catching his breath. He looked at her, and then faced the steering wheel. After a few more seconds they began talking. When he looked at the clock later he noticed it was close to 10. He realized everyone was starting to leave. He went to say something to her when she jumped on top of him and pressed down on him. His limbs went limp, and he felt hot all over. His chest tightened, and he thought his heart was about to explode. Try as he might, he could not reign in his uncontrolled, shallow breathing. She leaned in close to his face and whispered to him.

"Cops. Three are coming this way and I fancy keeping my life." He understood instantly and tried to move his arms, but they felt like Jello. He moved them to her legs, where his hands touched her thighs. Everything got worse, and he felt as if he were about to die. When their faces brushed and she tightened in her legs on his, he felt as if his pants were much too tight. After he saw the third cop drive by, he winked at her, as he was unable to speak. She looked around to see that it was clear, and so moved into her seat. He sat there, weird feelings crawling all over his body, and he struggled to regain control of himself. He rolled his head to look at her, and she set down a piece of paper with information on military actions on it. She then wished him well and left. He watched her leave, and then drove back to the safe house.