People watched on their repaired TV screens as the Ghost of Ottawa, the leader of Greater Ottawa, refused to hide like the politicians that had shattered their American Union with their greed. He led his troops into battle, determined to see an end to this conflict of politicians against those they served. While the politicians hide, the Ghost and his soldiers forced their way forward.
Bullets ripped past the Ghost's armored helmet. He returned fire from his M1 Garand. As the world watched, the American politicians prepared to launch nuclear attacks against the whole of the Greater Ottawan Territory. The Ghost, alone, pushed to the roof of the White House. His armor began indicating it was running out of power. The Ghost was forced to abandon it and rush after the Senator with the nuclear football. As Marine One began to land, the Senator looked back to find a twenty-three-year-old man, dressed in World War Two coveralls, 1950s red leather steel-toe boots, and a metal mask that covered his nose and mouth, rushing after him.
The Senator pulled his Colt 1911 from his hoslter and began to fire at the Ghost of Ottawa. However, the Ghost of Ottawa lunged at him, and tackled the Senator out of the rooftop access door and kicked away his pistol. As news helicopters circled nearby, the whole world watched as this young man was the only thing between the greed of a senator and the death of the American Dream. The Ghost managed to steal the nuclear football away from the Senator and held it as if it were the only thing he had left to protect in life. "No where to run now kid. Just hand it over!" Orders the Senator, walking toward the Ghost of Ottawa.
"I may not have a gun... but I'm the only one wearing steel-toe boots!" The Ghost slams his right boot into the Senator's kneecap, then makes a break for the door. The Senator orders his remaining men after the Ghost, who is already getting away. The Ghost raced through the empty White House and regrouped with his soldiers. Once they made it outside, the rest of the Greater Ottawan Army played escort and got the Ghost and the nuclear football to nearest airfield they controlled. Upon arriving, there sat an N-9M Flying Wing with two F-15 escort fighters. The Ghost got in and fired up the twin, rear-mounted propellors. As he and his two F-15 escort fighters took to the air, the deafening howl of three F-22 Raptors filled the skies over Washington D.C.
"Go! We've got you covered!" Said one of the F-15 pilots over his radio. "Thank you, both of you." Replied the Ghost. A heavy weight filled his heart knowing this could be their very last flight. As the two F-15s engaged the three F-22s, the Ghost's N-9M roared away to the nation's capital. He pushed the twin-propellors to their limit to put distance between himself and the F-22s. However, that's when Marine One would reappear with the Senator onboard. As the helicopter swung around, a soldier fired at the N-9M. The bullets missed, but the Ghost now had a bigger problem than Marine One. One of the three F-22 Raptors had managed to escape away from the two F-15s and was now rapidly trying to catch him.
The Ghost pushed his nose down and dove toward the ground. As he leveled out a few hundred feet off the ground, the Ghost saw the shadow of the F-22 cross his canopy. He immediately forced the N-9M into a vertical climb straight at the F-22s underbelly. As he spun up around it, the Ghost gripped the controls harder than he'd ever held anything in his life. If he was going to die, it wasn't going to be in the shadows. The Ghost watched as the F-22 pilot pulled up alongside him, and signaled him to put it down. The Ghost shook his head no, and watched as the F-22 fell back and attempted to gain target lock.
The Ghost gritted his teeth and flipped around to come-up next to the F-22 Raptor. The pilot looked over , but found the Ghost flying the flying wing... inverted. Both of them could clearly see each other. The Ghost knew the F-22 couldn't lock onto him so long as they stayed together. However, his engines were already at their maximum power. However, a missile would slam into the F-22's wing as one of the F-15s sped through the sky to catch up. The Ghost forced the N-9M away from the F-22 and began to climb into the sky. As the F-15 and damaged F-22 began their fight, the Ghost crossed the state lines and pushed for the nearest friendly base...
"And that was how the Ghost of Ottawa stopped our old rulers from destroying our way of life!" Smiled a teacher as a group of young students stared at her wide-eyed and in wonder. "But, what happened to the Ghost?" Asked a curious student. The teacher smiled and opened a window. "There he is, still keeping us safe two-years later." The students clamored to the window as a much larger flying wing took to the sky and passed over the city. "All to keep them safe." Said the Ghost as he took the prototype OXB-411 flying into the skies.