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// What Have I Done? 
// Story: The Final Crusade 
// by Enfield 
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James led the Crusaders up onto the roof of the house, he looked toward the sky to see if there were any more UAVs. Luckily there wasn’t, so James explained what was the plan from here on out would be. The plan was to escape the development through the adjacent golf course and then sneak through the woodlands until they reached the flying club, where, as James predicted, would be closed so he would be able to get a Cessna and fly his way down to Florida then pass the Bermuda Triangle which would cover their tracks, then they would land or fake a crash landing in Cuba in order to start a new life and to see if the Crusaders were able to get home. The only part of the plan that James hadn’t really thought through was the plan on getting off the roof of the house. 
“Now to find a way down,” James said as he looked for a pipe or a wire that he could climb down the side of the house with. There wasn’t a wire or a section of piping that could support James or the Crusaders, but there was one way down that seemed like it could work. 
“We have to jump,” said James.
“What?” Apple Bloom asked.
“Into the pool,” James added, “If we land in the deep end it might help us in our escape.” 
He backed up a few feet and held his rifle case that contained a few guns and his Enfield close to his chest. 
“Listen,” said James, “If this idea doesn’t work then I want you to break any one of the windows in the back and run away, just keep going and hope your families find you first.” 
“Okay,” Sweetie Bell said, she didn’t like the idea of jumping off the roof of a house and trying to land in a pool but there was no other way out. 
“Right, see you down there, I hope,” James said. He stepped back and sprinted to the end of the house and leapt off, he flew a good several feet before hitting the water. James surfaced a few seconds later, he was wet and out of breath but the plan had worked. 
“Throw down your stuff first then jump!” he shouted to the Crusaders. The Crusaders tossed down their bags to James and then one by one, jumped off the roof of the house and landed in the deep end of the pool. James pulled them out and led them over to a gate in the fence. 
“Here,” he said pulling a few small pistols out of the rifle case and giving one to each of the Crusaders, he then took out his Enfield and his 1911 and threw the rifle case over the fence.
“Why are you giving us these?” Apple Bloom asked as she looked at the .38 revolver that James had in his box.
“Just in case you get caught,” James said, he wringed out his beret and opened the 
gate. He led the Crusaders out thought the woods and they ran toward the golf course. James had told the Crusaders that walking on foot to the flying club would take a few days. They stopped at one point to try and get themselves dry, as they sat in the sun James reached into his bag and pulled out a small radio and an iPod. He turned the radio on and tuned it to the news station, James was trying to figure out what the government might be up to. 
“And now back to our top story,” the newsreader said. 
James and the Crusaders leaned closer to the radio.

“For anyone who’s been listening in for the past few days you will know about the disbandment of the Enforcer program,” the newsreader said, “The Enforcer program has now been replaced by the Guardian program and according to various sources, the former Enforcers are not too happy about that.” 
“That’s right Burt,” a second newsreader said, “And it seem as if a former Enforcer had resorted to terrorism and kidnapping. The Enforcer know as James Rogers has been kidnapping three young girls and building weapons in a shed.”
“I’m not a terrorist,” James said, “They’re planting that on me to make it sound like I’m the bad guy!” 
“We know you’re not the bad guy,” said Scootaloo, “You never were.” 
“But why accuse me of all this?” said James, “All I did was shoot a few people, and it wasn’t even my fault.” 
“What we have here as well is interesting,” the news reader said, “There are reports of former Enforcers, Reapers and Vikings all banding together and fighting the newly formed Guardians. There are entire battles raging all across the US, all US forces that are abroad are to return home to fight the Enforcers and restore peace.” 

James turned off the radio and put it back into his bag, there was a massive chance that there was a price on his head the capture of the Crusaders. Now that the sun had begun to set it would be easier to move and find a place to rest until James planned out their next move. James and the Crusaders continued trekking through a forest until they found a abandoned house that would serve as a safe haven until morning. Darkness had really set in and James was glad that the house had no electricity in it, he didn’t want to arouse any curious Guardians to his hiding place. He spent the next few minutes trying to find decent places for the Crusaders to sleep, once he found a bedroom with three beds he ordered the Crusaders to get some sleep while he locked all the doors and kept watch. James sat in the room next to the Crusaders listening to them fall asleep, he looked out the window and saw the lights of cars from a few miles away pass the window. James focused on what sounded like machine gun fire and explosions, America was in another Civil War, but this one was a bit more personal. The Enforcers and the Guardians were fighting each other, James had no idea why, it might have to do with the fact that the Enforcers had been replaced after so much time and effort had been put into the program. But one horrific fact still clung to the front of James’ brain, the Enforcers were disbanded after operation “Air Raid” because of him suggesting to the Squad that they each take something as a reward for their success, it was because of operation “Air Raid” the Enforcers had been disbanded, James had caused the next Civil War. 

A mix of guilt, remorse and hindsight hit James, he only wanted to prove to his parents that he was capable of doing great things, but that didn’t matter now that his parents had abandoned him for good. James now had two options of what to do with himself if the Crusaders got back home before they escaped to Cuba, James could either go to Cuba by  himself, or find his Enforcer squad and fight to the death against the Guardians.