Contact: Reunited

"I must say, that man was annoying." said Jacko cleaning his desert eagle, "but the Lord says to love your enemy like your brother."

"My friend...I'm certain that was the cleanest save in history. You really saved my bacon."

"Think about it like this. God sent me on a journey, and you needed my help. maybe it's time to reconsider this vigilante persona you've become."

The Ghost said nothing, he only continued driving.

Hours later they arrived at the pier.

"Alright Jacko, this is where we leave the bronco, and use the TBM Avenger. We have to fly to meet the others."

"And may Angels light our path."

As the two hopped in the cockpit, the sun had begun to set. The old engine rumbled to life screaming down the pier. The Warbird lifted into the sky and took to the open ocean. They flew for about half an hour to finally find where the Overlord had built his new empire.

"This is TBM Avenger to Overlord, requesting landing clearance."

"Granted, welcome back old friend.

About a half an hour fly from Florida's southernmost coast, the Lots crew and the Overlord had constructed a base on an uncharted Island. They had inducted others who had decided to survive the bombs as well. For the most part, the NWO's algae had done its job, cleaning radiation from the water. They had a fortress and plenty of boats, not to mention that the aircraft allowed them easy access to and from the island.

"Great timing Ghost, we were just discussing our next big operation. Come in and join us, you too Jacko."

Inside the main base, the squad leaders were looking over plans and a map as they walked in.

"Remain seated everyone, this is my friend Jacko, and our former vigilante protector, The Ghost of Ottawa, if there was ever a man to trust with your life, it's him. Now, has everyone looked over the plans?"

"Yes, but this would be our biggest score if we're able to get it here."

"Ghost, we're planning on bringing the USS Texas here."

"An Iowa-Class Battleship, well armored, and very useful. I like it, but I would like to borrow a handful of your men, and that C-130 you have."

"What for?"

"Operation R82. This one I can't tell you."

"Knowing you, it's something crazy and awesome, so yes, take a few. Also I bring news. From what we know from our contact, the NWO commander, "The Witch" has been heading our way, and we don't exactly have much more breathing room to make execute a plan. Either we retreat and lose the Island, or we fight."

"Don't give up this Island, what I'll be bringing back shall change the course of history, just as it did years and years ago."

"Alright, Ghost gather a few troops and the rest of us shall prepare for battle."

As the teams split up, the Ghost began flying the C-130 toward Washington D.C. He had one goal in mind for this mission. Make himself known for his actions to come. As they landed, the group got out and found themselves at the National Air and Space Muesum. The Ghost cut the lock to one hangar in particular.

"Is that what I think that is?"

Meanwhile, back with the Overlord, things had gone smoothly getting the old Battleship moving. A few Vietnam Veterans assisted them and decided to follow the youngster's command.

"Sir! Contact! NWO Destroyer bearing down on us, 30 nauts."

"Understood! Lot's Marauder, intercept that destroyer, the Veterans are getting us all loaded up."

"Understood sir."

However, the NWO Destroyer, "Kabal" had no intentions of dealing with the Marauder. With a few well-placed shots, the Marauder caught fire."

"Holy shit."

"Whatever the Ghost is doing, he'd better hurry."

"This is the New World Order Vessel Kabal hailing the USS Texas. Drop your anchor and prepare to be boarded."

"This is the USS Texas commanded by the Star Spangled Overlord, come and take it."

The battleship fires turret one landing their shots blowing holes into the destroyer.

"Ensign, target the bridge of the USS Texas, show no mercy."

"Yes ma'am."

The Destroyer returns fire missing a few shots as radar systems were still offline.

"We fought for em in Vietnam, I have no problem killin em like we're in Vietnam!" said a veteran as the battleship and destroyer returned fire.

"Ma'am we can't take much more of this. We only have one missile, and we're severely damaged."

"Stay on target Ensign, he'll show himself. I know he can't help but protect these weaklings."

The Destroyer opens fire finally catching up in putting holes in the USS Texas.

"Overlord! We can't sustain this! We have bigger rounds but it takes us much longer to reload!"

"Come on Ghost where are you?"

"Look!"

As they looked to the sky an AC-130 gunship opens fire at the Destroyer.

"Fire the missile!" yelled The Witch

The missile took flight and locked onto the AC-130, which promptly deployed flares but sustained damage with the explosion behind it.

"See Overlord, we have wounded your vigilante guard dog. Surrender now or..."

"Ma'am...there's a second plane."

"Attention Naval vessels. This is the Ghost of Ottawa, lead pilot of the most feared bomber in history. NWO Kabal, back away from the USS Texas or face my wrath."

"Can we see the bomber, Ensign?"

"No, but from what we can tell, he's not kidding."

The Witch gritted her teeth and gave the pull back command.

"Ghost! Great timing! Somehow you always manage to save our asses."

"Don't thank me yet, I'm going to reveal to the world what kind of power I wield, once and for all."

As the Overlord looked up, he saw something out of the history books alright, something that had the ability to send fear up anyone's spine.