(A/N: If you have no idea what this is I suggest you go and read the first in this series. Very easy to find. If you don't, you are going to be very confused and very lost. There are many key plot points from the first.

For those of you who do know what this is - welcome back! I know its been a long time and I am sorry for that. Life and stuff but I hope you're ready because this one is probably going to be 3x the length of the last. so I hope you're prepared and willing for The End War II!)

Jack Company ran up the stairs of an evacuated apartment building. They were being chased by one of the many troggles outside combing the parking lot for survivors. A zealot horde squad comprised of about thirty volcanis, armed with powerful assault rifles, were also coming after Jack Company, outnumbering them by double. The eyeball hellion floated outside for a good shot at the human soldiers while the volcanis unit marched into the building just as Jack Company found an unlocked apartment.

Jack Company swiftly went through the door to their immediate left as the bullets from the volcanis' guns behind them tore the walls apart. Rifle fire roared after the men as they quickly took cover in the abandon living space.

The horde stopped at the door taking defensive positions on either side. The closest hellion bashed down the door with the butt of his gun and all of the volcanis, following his lead, blindly fired into the room. Bullets came blasting in like a loud insect swarm. Taking out the door, careening into the floor, tearing apart objects behind, near, and all around Jack Company.

As far as the men could tell, the room was an abandon apartment that had been evacuated in a hurry. The tenants of this forgotten abode had left practically all of their belongings there. They were probably not even given a choice by the planetary forces.

It was chaos all over the planet surface of Whitmore. The hellion forces were out for blood on the planet. Whitmore was once one of the premier planets for humans; now it was a major target for the demonic army. Most of the citizens of the people on Whitmore had been evacuated to other planets. Others had refused to go and hid from both Hellion forces and the G.U.A.R.D. Although Whitmore was not a large planet, all of the stragglers were either dead or hiding in buildings and under the streets.

That's where a small hand of battle infantry like Jack Company and others came in. They, like the rest, were in charge of finding the remaining, living stragglers on the planet and getting them to an armed evacuation ship. Unfortunately, Whitmore was almost completely overrun by hellion forces.

Jack Company had not been stationed long on the planet and this was their third assignment on the planet. All of their other assignments had ended in failure because there was hardly a human left alive on Whitmore.

As the captain tried desperately to hide from the onslaught of lead along with the rest of his men, a huge beam of red energy blasted over his head. The beam destroyed the wall next to them and blew out an entire section of the building leaving a hole straight into the room.

Looking to his right, the captain saw a huge, broken out, glass patio window. Outside was the troggle in all of its hellish glory. The winged horns flapping at the men on the sides of the featureless eyeball. Particles in the air gathering around the iris as it charged up for another attack. The captain screamed at his men over the loud gunfire, "Damn it! Somebody find something to block that window! They can't shoot what they can't see!"

Two of his men rushed out of cover and found three huge dressers. Both men began to move one of them up to the window but then the loud gunfire stopped and another giant energy beam ripped right through the room. It tore the dresser in half and destroyed almost half the apartment along with other apartments next to it making another giant hole in the building.

The two men with the dresser had ducked just in time and were right behind the big, wooden cabinet hiding for their lives. They blind-fired at the troggle but none of their bullets hit the giant eyeball demon as it was already starting to charge-up again for another strike.

Meanwhile, the captain was still in cover hoping that some kind of support would arrive. He barely noticed the horde had stop firing into the room and now was peaking inside with a small object in hand. The captain watched the small object come flying into the room and land on the floor right by his two men behind the dresser. The small object was a black ball of some sort. It flipped up like a spring with four blades digging into the floor like claws. The captain knew what it was. He yelled out, "Hell Fusion grenade!"

The captain grabbed the closest man to him and dragged him to the farthest side of the room which was completely gone from the troggle's first attack. The rest of the group followed except for the two engaged with the troggle itself. They were firing at the horrible creature and were too distracted to even notice the small device.

The captain tried to yell out at them again but it was already too late. The grenade began to ooze out this orange colored slime onto the floor. The captain, with what was left of his men, could do nothing but just sit and watch the horrible effects of what a Hell Fusion grenade could do. The captain could just whisper under his breath, "God no!"

Suddenly, the grenade spewed out this orange, liquid goop all over the apartment but it didn't touch any of the men by the captain. The two over by the wooden dresser were not so fortunate. They were doused in the stuff and they screamed out knowing what had happen to them.

Falling to the floor, the two soldiers convulsed in pain. They slung their rifles aside as they writhed in agony. Their bodies beginning to change. Going through a horrific mutation as they let out ear piercing screams. Their skin became pitch black like oil was being injected into their pigmentation. They sprouted wings from their shoulder blades and their eyes swirled into demonic cat eyes. Their fingernails became long claws and the hair on their heads disappeared. Horns came punching through their heads and their ears became long and pointed. Their faces became elongated and their teeth became razor sharp. Their stomachs lost all mass and became no bigger than a flag pole.

They were now forced recruits of the hellion army. They hovered into their air and moved the cabinet out of the way of the troggle.

It started charging-up and would kill the team in one attack. As it charged-up, the horde outside of the room came barreling in. They moved sloppily but objectively. Knowing exactly where Jack Company was and how they were going to kill them. Now Jack Company had a troggle starring at them, two mutated demons, and a horde of volcanis with rifles pointed right at them to deal with.

There was no way they could handle all of this. If the troggle didn't blast them into oblivion first, and the barrage about to come from the horde didn't finish the job, then the once former squad members would certainty make sure of their impending demise. The captain could only mutter to himself, "A miracle would be nice!"

Suddenly, the troggle began to act very strangely. It exploded out of the sky with this black figure flying in past the blown apart demon. It landed in the room right were the dresser use to be. Observing the situation, it aimed two sub-machine guns right at both the horde and the mutated hellions. With lightning like reflexes, a storm of gunfire and bullets covered the horde and blew away the two mutants. The volcanis squad was blown back out into the hallway where they had come from and were left in a pile of dead hellion corpses. The mutated demons were sent reeling into a wall covered in orange slime that had come from their own bodies. Sliding down the wall in throes of death.

The captain looked at the tall figure and knew who it was right away. He got up and coaxed his men to get up as well. The captain looked devilishly at the man and said, "Where where you?!"

The shady figure stepped closer to the squad reveling more of himself to them and now they too knew who he was. He had dirt caked blue jeans on with a white A-shirt. A black trench coat on with two brown holsters for the Scorpions. On his back was a plasma shotgun. It was custom made by the Turquoise Steed. The man answered, "I was a little busy. You should have asked for that miracle sooner."

The captain could only smile. One of his men overcome with joy exaggerated, "The Red Fox is back!"