After all I'm just another brick in the wall?

Back to business in Clarksville, TN. A place so bad I don't even want to think about it. Worse, if such a thing is possible? Clarksville is being Balkanized. Irea is taking it back from Leaders of the free energy resistance block by block. House by house search and destroy missions nightly. I didn't sign up for this. Just wanted to have a place I can call home in 2072. Not rout families from theirs. The camps at the edge of town never seem to grow. My inquires on what happens to the captured people are met with the worst Agency agit prop! Finished with "you're doing a fine job. I'll forward your name to my supervisor for accommodations!"
 
I have nowhere to turn to. Nowhere to go. Stay inside a makeshift hq from an old hotel. Crying myself to sleep. What's worse is every time I run into Lfer they tell me I'm the worst person. I'm the bad guy. Hear it in my sleep now. Am I the bad guy in 2072? There is some new hope. Something called The Key. With it I might be able to travel back to 2022. Level 37 is in control of The Key. I want it! It's my mission. I keep it under my hat. Like Pa's beer money he keeps from Mom. So, he and Uncle Earl can have pbr after the Duck's games. Mother Irea doesn't need to know. I'm going to find these Level 37. If they won't help me they'll need help from me! Nothing this side of the Cascades will stop me from getting The Key. Nothing!
 
Sector 4818Y. I'm spending a month here tonight. Then it happens. Leaders of the free energy resistance come from the North. Alot of them. Multiple vectors. Flyers even. Cat lady's back. She has it coming. She's a killer! Gotta hit and run or get to know what a rotisserie Chicken feels like. Hear their rebel yell. "Remember Clarksville!" How can I forget. Now's the time to focus. Alot of them. Cat lady tells me she's called Honey Badger. I could give a cowpatty covered muck boot less after she cuts me. They got me this time. Worse than trying to give up. They don't take prisoners. No such thing as a gentleman's war in 2072. Gotta make a break for it. Make some moves! Time for this pretty bird to fly free. A shake my tail feathers and A clean break. They mock my flight. Wait for it two-holes not going that far!
 
Franks down. Our cruiser is lost to Lfer. Lfer's own the high ground. Bodys fall out of the sky. I'm losing blood. No time to stop for a band aid and a kiss from Mom. Gimme a bullet to bite on and I'll keep going. I call for a general retreat this sector is lost. I gotta do enough to give anyone left a chance to grab a buddy, or a body, and make like a banana and split. The Deschutes river doesn't flow up but I can fight uphill a little more. It's time I show the Leaders of the free energy resistance! That removal won't be without a price they'll pay dearly for.
 
Oh great now they tell us. Over coms I'm told Lfer has teamed up with Level 37! They want to rout us out from Clarksville once and for all. That's why the rush. Looking to capture all the Rays they can. They could have taken me prisoner. Maybe the order was to capture but their real intent here is to murder us with all due force! Now that level 37 is here I'm gonna get one for myself. Just as soon as I can. Then the Key. I'll do anything to get the key from them. No reason not to play rough. No reason to even take one. or even two out. It's now or never. Like the jingle goes tonight is something special. The rooftops are overrun but the skies over Clarksville belong to me. Let the hunted turn into the hunter. I can be a bird of prey!
 
 
 
Time to push back. Counterattack. From the rooftops shout it out. Baby I'm ready to go!