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Freedom Has a Stiff Price...

College Building 34 (aka The Freedom House)

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a part of Freedom Has a Stiff Price..., by Commisar_Gaunt.

College Building 34, the Freedom House

Commisar_Gaunt holds sovereignty over College Building 34 (aka The Freedom House), giving them the ability to make limited changes.

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Setting

The College House that is at the center of Richardson College, and considered the Epicenter of Campus Life.
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College Building 34 (aka The Freedom House)

College Building 34, the Freedom House

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College Building 34 (aka The Freedom House) is a part of Freedom Has a Stiff Price....

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Jack Larsen [11] "Boom, Headshot"
Sam Ballinger [9] "Something you need to know? I can find out for you... For a price..."
Blair McKinning [9] Music and Fighting...it seems to be my life
Sean Hallinger [7] You don't like me? Deal with it.
Louise Harman [3] "I wake up late EVERY morning.."
Kendra Johnson [3] "This is my home! Back off you pigs!"
Amanda Brovado [2] "Sometime you just need to sit down and listen to some music to make life worth while"

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Day breaks across the what was formerly the campus of Richardson University, a small College on the banks of the Mississippi. Here, runaways from all ages gather to relax, party, and be free. Specifically, the main building is Building 34, known to its residents as "The Freedom House". It sits in the middle of the campus, and originally was the Business Building for the College. Each Building is like it's own state, with its own Military, and Trade. Each Building sends a Representative to the Council, a group of the oldest men and women to discuss actions, aid, and strategy. This Campus paradise is only one of thousands across the United States, when all Colleges and Universities were closed down by the US Government.

Underground tunnels connect all 40 Buildings together, so that way they can move weapons or goods from building to building without the possible issue of police. By Day, this area is quiet, used for meetings of the Council, and Military Officers. But by night, it lights up in a barrage of colors with parties on every floor, with nothing illegal to any age besides starting fights and breaking stuff.

However, all is not well in this apparent Paradise. Recently, reports have been coming in from other Campuses about Police raids occurring more frequently, and the Cops using more than just the usual Pepper Spray and Batons. Some reports even entailed SWAT teams, National Guard, and in one case, the US Army. This frightens the Council, who have recently lost contact with Culver-Stockton, another college about 10 hours away.

Now, under the command of Captain Jack Larsen, a team of personnel have been sent in to see why contact was lost, and to check for survivors and supplies if they have been destroyed.

This... Is their story.









"Hey, wake up guys. We're almost there." Jack says to the 5 other people inside of the SUV, rousing them from their sleep. "Captain, ETA 5 minutes until we reach the Campus." The Driver says back as the black Ford drives along the deserted backroads. "Alright, now here's the briefing. About a week and a half ago, we lost contact with our Sister Campus Culver-Stockton. Our job is to assist in rebuilding communication, and if they've been raided, to rescue survivors and supplies, are we clear?" He says to the others, as he loads up his M4.

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Kendra was relaxing, somewhat, but sat up when Jack started talking. She was internally freaking out, but tried to stay calm. "So are we splitting into groups?" She hated going in on her own. She grabbed her weapons and a quick drink of her waterbottle.

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Louise looked up, tilting her baseball cap upwards. "Kendra, don't panic. Like I'd let you go alone." She muttered, nudging her.

She smiled at Kendra. She had a great deal of time for her, mainly because she doesn't annoy her.

She took out her Beretta, and made sure her machete was on her belt. "Well, this raid sounds serious, Jack. They're popping up more than often, and it wouldn't do if we were wiped out."

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Jewel looked out the window of the SUV, barely listening to the debriefing. She already knew what was happening. "Jack.. Do you think they'll catch us?" Jewel whispers idly. Her hand moved to her waistband where her pocket knife was tucked in. Jewel had her blowgun with a full set of darts in a backpack at her feet. She reached down and unzipped it finding her water bottle that she packed earlier. She took a slow sip, savoring the cool liquid. One day she might not have water...

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"Hopefully not, but keep on full alert. From the Defenses our Merchants talked about, they must've brought some serious firepower if these guys are gone. I'm thinking at least SWAT, if not worse..." Jack says, looking out the front window as they near the campus. "Plus, no movement has been detected from the Scout Teams on the roads since the radio went silent, so we're almost positive the Cops deserted the place." He tells Jewel as he looks back out the window.

"Oh my God..." He says, slack-jawed as Culver-Stockton came into view, or what's left of it. The wood and steel walls that defended the Campus were completely destroyed, minus some places that saw serious explosive damage. They drove into the Campus, over some ran over the main gates, which laid in the road, flat as a pancake. "My God, I don't know anything the SWAT or cops have that can do that much damage..." Jack says as he holds his M4, beads of sweat falling off his brow. They pass by the remains of buildings, turned into giant mounds of rubble. Other Buildings just sat there, walls charred and having more holes than Swiss cheese.

The SUV stops dead in its tracks, throwing Jack up to the front. "Hey, what's the big idea!" Jack cusses at the driver "Sir, look." The driver says, as Jack looks out the front window. Just inches away from the front tires is a crater, at least 10 feet across and 3 feet deep. "Holy Shit. Everybody out!" Jack says as he jumps out of the SUV, gun shouldered as he surveys the area. "Clear!" he says, lowering the gun as he walks to the edge of the crater, kneeling down and setting his rifle at his side. "Oh God, this is bad. This is really, REALLY, Fucking bad." Jack says, his hands shaking as he begins to take pictures of the destruction.

"Kendra, Jewel, Louise. You three head out and search for survivors. Me, Amanda, and Blair will stay here and photograph the damage." He orders, standing up as Blair hops out and begins to take even more pictures of the devastation.

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Jewel heard Jack shout orders and Jewel jumped out of the SUV. She had no clue what was going on except it was bad. "Kendra, Jewel, Louise. You three head out and search for survivors. Me, Amanda, and Blair will stay here and photograph the damage." Jack orders and Jewel nods. "C'mon! We have to go!" Jewel calls out to the other girl.

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Clink Clink. That sound echoes through Jacks mind as he sees a Frag Grenade land just a foot away, next to Jewels feet. "Jewel, Move!" Jack says, running and jumping on her as the Frag goes off. Hs body protects her like a shield, gashing him but leaving her mostly unharmed. However, their attacker wasn't done yet. Rounds begin to fly as someone opens fire with an LMG. "Shit, everyone get to cover!" Jack yells as he carries Jewel behind the safety of the bulletproof SUV.

"Anyone got a shot on him?!" He calls out as the teens take pot shots at their for. "I got one, but ill need a sec to get it lined up." Blair replies, readying her bow. "Alright, the rest of you stay put, ill draw his fire." Jack says, barely noticing the big gash in his right arm. "Ready...Go!" He says, as he runs toward a ruined building, firing off rounds as the attacker turns and opens fire. Bullets splash Jack in dirt and nick as he breaks for safety, as Blair turns out of cover and lines up the shot.

She fires, and the attacker couldn't react before the steel tipped arrow went into his jugular, and the MG nest goes silent. "Get to that Gunner Nest!" He yells as he makes a break for the door of the nest, with Blair close behind.

The two run like clockwork as they breach the door and secure the Nest before the others have a chance to get there. "Oh My God." Jack says, terrified as he looks at the corpse. "What Captain, I thought you weren't afraid of blood?" Blair asks as she calmly retrieves her arrow. "Not that, this." He says, a shaking finger pointing at the corpses' arm. He was wearing military fatigues, and wore a peculiar insignia where his regimental number should be. "It's one insignia, I don't see why its a big deal." She says, taking a sip from her waterbottle. "Did you pay one once of attention in training! That's the 75th's Insignia, aka the US Army Rangers." He says, as the water Blair was formerly drinking goes all ovee the floor. "Army Rangers?! As in THE Army Rangers?!?" Blair coughs in disbelief. "I wish I was joking." He replies solemnly

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Sam slid the magazine back into his pistol and looked down the ironsights, just to make sure everything was properly alligned. Everything had been quiet at Culver-Stockton for a few days, but it was better to be safe than sorry.

Ever since the Rangers had raided the campus, Sam had seen no one. It was a miracle he'd escaped alive. His memories of what happened were still crystal clear.

---Everyone on campus had been going about their normal activities. Some were having a few drinks, some were passed out on the floor, and still others were off spending quality time with someone in a dark corner somewhere.

But not Sam.

Sam was sitting in the tech room with two of his friends, surrounded by a thick, heavily scented haze.

"Hey, man. Don't park on my grass. Pass it on," Sam said, "If you guys are going to mooch off of my stash, at least keep it going."

"Yeah, my bad, dude," mumbled one of Sam's friends, handing the small glass pipe to Sam.

Sam took a long drag and held his breath.

"That's it," he thought, "One..."

Panicked sounds began echoing in the hallway.

"Two..."

His friends looked towards the door with puzzled expressions on their faces.

"Three..."

Gunshots sounded in the hall outside. Someone was screaming in agony.

"Four..."

The chaos was growing outside. Whatever was going on was getting close.

"Five."

Sam exhaled a thick cloud of white smoke and his head began to swim. His vision blurred and focused again.

"Much better," he sighed, contentedly.

Suddenly, the door burst open. There stood Kris Halpsbruder, the self-appointed "Top Dog" at Culver-Stockton.

"Gents, we have a problem," barked Kris, "To your stations."

The next thirty minutes were a blur of gunpowder and bullet wounds, walls splattered with gore, and the sounds of friends and enemies alike screaming in pain. The next thing Sam knew, he was alone.---

He'd heard the troops marching around outside his hiding place in the old tech room, across campus from where he and his friends had been. He knew they were out there.

He just hadn't worked up the guts to leave.

As he slipped the pistol back into its holster, Sam heard the sound of an engine grind to a halt outside.

"Oh, shit..." He thought, "What could it be this time?"

He stood up and crossed to the windowless door, hesitating as he grasped the knob. As he began to turn it, he suddenly heard an explosion from somewhere beyond the door. He knew it was time to emerge.

As he ran outside, he drew his pistol and ducked behind a crumbled wall, stealing a glance over it to see what was going on.

An SUV had parked near the middle of the courtyard. Several young adults, all around his age, had emerged from the car, and were apparently causing a bit of a stir.

Two of them suddenly broke off from the group and began to run towards the gun nest as one of the soldiers collapsed, an arrow protruding from his neck.

A soldier emerged from somewhere to Sam's right, just in front of the wall Sam had chosen for cover. He holstered his pistol and drew his machete.

Standing up, Sam leaped over the wall and slashed the soldier across his torso as he turned to face Sam. There was a sick splatter as a mist of blood fell across the ground. The soldier's eyes flashed for a moment, then went dull as he collapsed in a lifeless heap.

The group of young adults had made their way to a gun nest not far from Sam's current position. He took off at top speed to catch up with them.

As he reached the nest, he could hear them talking to one another.

"...As in THE Army Rangers?!?" One of the girls blurted.

"I wish I was joking," replied a male voice.

"He's right, you know," interjected Sam from behind the group, sheathing his machete and raising both hands.

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Jack turns towards the new voice, his pistol drawn and aimed. "Identify yourself." He says coldly, brushing the trigger.

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"Name's Sam. I was living here at Culvert-Stockton before we were attacked."

He kept his hands raised.

"I don't mean you any harm. I just wanted to see if you could get me out of here. I've been hiding from these soldiers for over a week now, and it's getting to be a bit too stressful for my tastes."

Sam held his breath, hoping that he hadn't survived the raid only to be killed by someone his age.

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Jewel was completely oblivious to the man who had locked his aim on her. Jack says something but it is muffled. She sees the grenade but she cannot move. Jewel stares in horror at the grenade when she feels herself being knocked to the ground. The wind is knocked from her body and she struggles to breathe. Am I dead? Whats going on? Jewel looked up to see Jack hovering over her. "Shit, everyone get to cover!" She hers Jack command as he carries her behind the SUV. "Jack... Thank you..." Jewel says and her eyes widen as she sees the cut. "Your bleeding!!!" She gasps. The next moment is a blur. Blair lines up a shot with the attacker and he hits the floor, arrow lodged in his neck. Jewel watches Jack and Blair head for the gunner nest and Jewel trails behind.

Jewel stares wide eyed at the scene before her. Jack, Blair and herself were staring at a blood scene. A man lay dead but it was the insignia on his shoulder... The US Army Rangers? "Jack, Blair.... Is that really what I think it is?" Jewel whispers.Blair says something that Jewel doesn't catch but she understands what Jack says. "Did you pay one once of attention in training! That's the 75th's Insignia, aka the US Army Rangers." Jack asks Blair. "Army Rangers?! As in THE Army Rangers?!?" Blair coughs in disbelief. "I wish I was joking." Jack says. "He's right, you know" says a voice from behind them. Jewel yelps and turns to see a man. "Identify yourself Jack asks the boy. "Name's Sam. I was living here at Culvert-Stockton before we were attacked." the boy says. Jewel relaxes a bit. "I don't mean you any harm. I just wanted to see if you could get me out of here. I've been hiding from these soldiers for over a week now, and it's getting to be a bit too stressful for my tastes." Sam continued. "My name is Jewel. You will have to ask our commander, Jack here," Jewel says as she points to Jack "For permission." She finishes.

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Sam allowed himself a nearly unnoticeable smile and his gaze flicked from the girl who'd introduced herself as Jewel to the commander who'd been identified as Jack.

"Commander Jack, eh?" Sam inquired, "Bet you would've gotten along great with Kris. He's..." Sam trailed off for a moment, lost in thought.

"He WAS the top dog here. That is, up until those Ranger bastards filled him with more holes than a damn pasta strainer."

Sam and Kris had never been friends. They'd never been on bad terms, necessarily, but they weren't the best of buddies. They only spoke with one another when it was absolutely necessary.

"I used to be the intel guy around these parts. No one was even aware that these guys were looking for us. If the information had been available, I'd have been able to find it," Sam explained, "I could be useful to you, Cap'n. If you guys have any sort of computer access, I can get you almost any information you need. What do you say? Can I get a lift out of this smoldering heap of rubble?"

Sam stared directly at Jack and waited for him to make the call.

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Jack lowers his pistol and holsters it. "Our job here was to secure survivors, so welcome aboard." He says, grabbing his rifle off the floor. "Now, if there were anymore survivors, where would they be?" He asks, hoping that more survived. "Blair, get the radio set up and inform Command of our currenct sit-rep. Also, get Sean to send In another SUV for the Survivors." Jack orders, as Blair nods and runs off towards the SUV.

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"Now, if there were any more survivors, where would they be? Blair, get the radio set up and inform Command of our current sit-rep. Also, get Sean to send in another SUV for the Survivors."

Sam relaxed, quietly celebrating this fortunate encounter. He lowered his hands and thought back to the day of the raid.

"More survivors?" Sam mused aloud, "Well, if they were still anywhere on campus, they'd probably be in the safe room Kris had us construct. Worst case scenario, we find only the supplies that should be stashed inside. We'll have to go to the mess hall to get there, but that's not too far away. I can get us there. Just keep your weapons handy. Obviously the Rangers are still here, and that little skirmish outside is bound to have attracted their attention."

Sam paused for a moment to let what he'd just said sink in.

"Now, if you guys are ready, I'll show you the way."

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Sean drove the SUV hastily towards Culver Stockton. He had just received word that the College was no more, worse still apparently the Army Rangers were to blame for it’s destruction. He was in the area incase things got bad, and he didn’t think things got worse than this. Sean hadn’t heard much of the situation, he had taken off the moment he heard there was trouble not really paying attention to the rest ot the message. He was sure someone could fill him in when he got there.

After a few minutes Sean’s SUV pulled up sharply next the original squad’s one. Wasting no time he jumped out of the car grabbing his clock he jogged up to Blair. She was in the front of the other car and had just finished radioing headquarters about their current situation. “Hey Blair, what’s going on up there?” He asked shortly while nodding to the half destroyed College, he was itching for some action. “Where is everyone?” He added on as an after thought looking around at the wreckage. He would never outwardly show it but knowing that this could happen to his home, the one place where he fitted in, was enough to give this tough guy nightmares.

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"He's up there in that MG nest, talking to a Survivor." Blair says, as she continues talking to Command, requesting 2 armed SUVs and another squad.

"I think we'll wait for some reinforcements before we head out, the last thing I want to have is us being outgunned. And speaking of that..." Jack says, walking across the Rangers corpse and standing by the MG. "I'll be taking this, seeing as he wont be needing it." He says as he takes the M249 SAW off its tripod and reloading it with the extra ammo, than attaching a second full ammo box to his belt and throws 2 belts of ammo on both shoulders.

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"This guy knows what he's doing," thought Sam.

He'd grown used to Kris' methods of running a campus. His techniques were very frayed around the edges, and there was always an aspect left untouched, always a door left unguarded.

That's what had caused the downfall of Culver-Stockton in the first place.

"A sound plan," Sam said aloud, "but what do we do in the meantime?"

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"Stay here, and were gonna cover the SUV's. They are our ticket out of here, unless you care to walk." Jack says, joking with the last bit. "Jack, I called for 2 ASUV's and another Squad, ETA 10 minutes." Blair says, walking up to the nest. "Also, Seans here." She says, as Jack raises an eyebrow "Why is Sean here." Jack says, shaking his head.

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Sean followed behind Blair as she walked up to the nest, keeping an eye open as he inspected the place on the way up. "I was in the area Jack, thought you could use a hand" Sean said as he walked into the nest. "Thought you'd be happy to see me." Okay, Sean wasn't exactly on official backup duty but when he heard they were sending out a squad team he couldn't not follow him. Then he overheard Blair's radio and he couldn't not come.

"Survivor?" Sean asked roughly while pointing at the new guy.

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"I was in the area, Jack. Thought you could use a hand," said the newcomer who'd been identified as Sean, "Thought you'd be happy to see me."

He strolled into the nest with an air of incredibly high self-confidence that seemed to almost borderline arrogance.

He pointed at Sam and simply said, "Survivor?"

Sam internally rolled his eyes.

"Yeah. Survivor," He said, "Most people call me Sam, though."

He knew he was probably getting off to a bad start with the rescue squad with this remark, but he just couldn't help himself. Sam had a sarcastic streak a mile and a half long, and it had gotten him into some pretty nasty trouble on more than one occasion.

"I'm guessing you're Sean?"

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"I'm guessing you're Sean?"

Sean clenched his jaw, trying to hold back to annoyance he already felt for this Sam. Well the key word there being trying. Where the hell, did this punk feel like he got off? "Yeah Sean. and while your at it why don't you drop the f*cking sarcasm. We're the ones here to save your miserable ass." Sean said, borderline yelling, at him..

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Jack calmly walks over to Sean, and backhands him on the cheek, sending Sean tumbling to the floor. "How many times do I have to tell you Sean, keep a lid on your temper." He says, anger in his eyes. "Forgive him Sam, his temper gets the better of him sometimes." He says, glaring back at Sean.

"Ah, here comes our backup." Jack says, looking out the window as 3 more SUV's pull up next to the first, and 10 more Armed teens hopped out, 4 of them with a Red Cross on their arms and helmet, identifying them as Medics. "Captain, Sgt. Issac reporting for duty with Delta and Echo Squadrons." One of the new soldiers said, saluting Jack. Jack returns the salute "Sgt, this is Sam, CS survivor. He thinks there's a safehouse where we could find more survivors and supplies. Keep on alert, we have encountered Army Rangers in this AO." Jack says as he briefs the Sergeant. "Now Sam, lead the way. If we can, we could use the SUV's in order to get around safely."

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"Now Sam, lead the way. If we can, we could use the SUV's in order to get around safely," said Jack.

"We won't need to travel by SUV," replied Sam, "It's close enough that we could easily make it on foot. With the rubble, there should be plenty of cover. We just need to stay low."

Sam beckoned for the group to follow and turned to walk out of the nest.

As he reached the courtyard, he turned and put a single finger over his lips. With a hand on his holster, he stepped cautiously through a hole in the wall leading through the old dorm rooms.

"The quickest way is through here. If you'd feel safer, you can have some of the SUV's drive around and meet us on the other side. The path should still be clear."

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Sam peered into the darkness of the old dorms, listening carefully for any signs of movement in the dust and debris.

He once more put a single finger over his lips and motioned for the group to follow. One by one, they climbed through the hole into the dorms, creeping slowly and carefully across the checkered linoleum floors. In the darkness, Sam saw the silhouettes of bodies sprawled on the floor, many laying in dark oily pools. A thick, metallic scent clung heavily to the air.

Sam kept his pistol drawn as he reached the door. He held up a hand, signalling for the group to stop and cautiously opened the wooden door.

Light came streaming through, indicating that the ceiling in the hallway had either collapsed or been blown off. Sam peered through the doorway, looking both right and left to ensure that the path was clear. He stepped out into the hallway, beckoning for the others to follow.

"Keep quiet," he whispered, "The mess hall is just at the end of this hallway."

The group tiptoed across the stained, carpeted floor in the hall. At the end was a large set of double doors over which hung a faded sign indicating the mess hall was just on the other side. Sam placed a hand on the metal plate and gave the door a shove. It swung open quietly into the darkness on the other side.

"The safe room is in the back, just through the kitchen doors. If someone's in there, let me do the talking. They know me pretty well around here."

Sam lead the way through the upturned tables to a metal door in the back wall and knocked rhythmically.

There was no response.

Sam reached up, grabbed the door's handle and gave it a firm twist. The door opened with a creak of protest.

"Hello?" He called quietly, "Is anyone in there?"

There was still no response.

He turned back to face the group.

"As sad as I am to say this, it looks like the Rangers got everyone but me. It looks like there's still a fair amount of supplies in here. Let's grab what we can carry and get out of here."