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Hi all. This is just a quick article to introduce a couple new characters.

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Sounds of gunfire continued to crack out over head and Axeell slowly opened his eyes. A pile of Canadians lay just ahead, bullet wounds spattered across their bodies and blood slowly leaking out across their already drenched uniforms.

Axeell felt the burning muzzle of someone’s rifle dig deeply into the back of his neck. He desperately tried to bite down on the pain but a low groan escaped from between his tightly clenched lips.

“Sir he’s still alive.” The muzzle retreated from the back of his neck and the pain flared even hotter.

“Bring him over here Sergeant.”

“Yes sir.” Two soldiers grabbed him under the arms and pulled him roughly to his feet. Axeell felt his knees go and feared he would fall once more into the clinging mud. The two soldiers however had other ideas, instead they just dragged him limply along behind them.

Through the bleary pain induced fog Axeell could just make out the British flag on the sleeves of the men dragging him along. He could barely believe his luck. He had been rescued.

This sense of relief and elation fought back the overwhelming pain and Axeell allowed himself a brief smile. And then he was dumped into a chair. Across from him sat a man with scars where his face should have been and tattoos across the places he did have a bit of skin left.

“Who are you?” The man’s voice was a deep husky growl and Axeell noticed the scar that crossed his neck.

“Ppp…private Axeell…12th regiment of rifle sir.”

“If you’re a Brit then what’s with the getup?” Axeell explained the previous day’s events, as best as he could remember them at any rate.

The man smiled when Axeell showed him his dogtags, the outline of the British flag and 12th rifles insignia the evidence Axeell needed to show his allegiance.

“Well Private welcome to Rampant. The best force in the Governments army. My names Captain Ranflax, this is Sergeant Gilmour and Corporal Jmo,” explained Ranflax pointing to the two soldiers who had dragged Axeell over. Nods were exchanged and Axeell turned back to the Captain.

“What do we do now sir?”

“The rest of my men are clearing out the trench and when they’re done we will move further north into enemy territory.”

“Captain the Canadian Commander is dead. Looks like he’s been shot in the head.” The voice crackled through Ranflax’s radio and the Captain smiled still further.

“You’re a beast Private. We sure could use a man like you. Jmo get this man a rifle, and see if you can’t find him a proper uniform. Ready to hunt Axeell?”

“Always sir.”

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Just one mile away a pair of watching eyes kept track on the trench. A finger tightened on the trigger of a .50 cal sniper rifle and within a second a bullet streamed across the mile wide patch of no-mans land screaming towards its target.

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Ranflax ducked to grab his helmet and the bullet slammed into the wooden boards of the trench’s wall. Pieces of wood flew in all directions spearing into flesh and rising grunts of pain from the soldiers of Rampant.

“Get down!” Shouted Ranflax as he quickly risked a look across the trench. But the sniper had already moved.