The word was out.
The ATS crowd met for assembly at the rendezvous point, where Springer picked us all up in the ATS mobile.
We landed on Machu Picchu.
Some members were losing the plot, I remember some guy who shall not be named mumbling "my life has value, my life has value", whilst smoking away on a ciggarette.
We were told to bring our bug out bag, it was going to be a roller coaster of a ride.
We agreed, but after the BBQ.
Two days later we departed and headed for New York.
The city was surrounded by troops. Martial Law had been implemented.
People were getting sprayed in the face on the ground as we swooshed by.
I had me my favourite weapon of choice, the laptop.
Soon as we touched down, a certain esteemed member with a goatie yelled "on your six!"
Every one geared up and jumped, yelling back "how high! how high! how high!"
Once the crowd settled down, ATS Combat Unit, made it's way to the pub.
We barged in and royal rumbled our way to the beer tap.
Every one connected via wifi and we all posted "I'm mad as hell!" on the site.
There was a permanent marker underneath the till, and I wrote on my T-shirt;

"ATS Deny Ignorance Squad I'm mad as hell, my life has value god dammit!"

I was ready for war.

Laptop - check
Aluminium paper - check
Bacon - check

We proceeded to venture out. Signs of revolution were everywhere.
I swear I thought I heard some guy yell "revolution" whilst he kicked the crap out of a coca-cola machine.
Suddenly something that goes boom went boom and we all fell to the ground.
I saw gas masks.
Then, hanging on to my laptop, I managed to make it to the exit, or what was left of it.
It was mad as hell. Everything was mad as hell.
I tried to connect to the site but the network was down.

(yea I know, "wth?" right?)

I like these kind of stories. It's so redundantly pointless that I'm in hysterics by the time I reach the end.

...well, not really. But I'm close to it.