07/04: America! Fuck Yeah!

So while most of you were drinking yourself silly and blowing things up in the good ol' U.S. of A., we were the only ones taking the fight to the Godless Socialists here in Sweden. But to accomplish our goal of establishing freedom by force we needed explosives ... lots of them.
Fortunately for me, between myself, Agent Henning, and Agent Fritz King, we had enough finances to wage a mighty campaign. But as we all know, it takes more than money, we needed troops. Fortunately, when I told people my brilliant plans there were countless people willing to lay their lives down on the line; to sacrifice everything, no matter the peril.
And peril there was. First, the Swedish government turned the beautiful summer weather into a deluge of cold heavy rain.
We defied their clever meterological plans by hanging out at home; drinking copious amounts of Liberty Libations and consuming our Freedom Food.

And under the cover of nightfall, we crept from our hideout, using their own public transportation against them!
Finally, we arrived at our destination. We rendezvoused with Agent King and his rag-tag team of patriots, and began laying the ground work for our asault.

We hid in the darkness as several vehicles of the enemy cruised past. Fire trucks,
police cars ...
all on the lookout for anything suspicious.

Then, when they least expected it ... WE STRUCK!
AND THE HEAVENS THEMSELVES DID SHUDDER ....

We brought the town of Stockholm to its knees - the deafening roar of our mortars heard for miles. And through it all; one "hero" police officer popped up - attempting to halt our assault. However, he was no match for our superior powers of persuasion, and ultimately he ran away with his yellow and blue tail between his legs, leaving us to continue our siege.

Finally, having expelled the final remnants of our Freedom Arsenal, and with our group weary and glowing of a combination of Liberty Libations and exhaustion, we crept back into the shadows from whence we came.
But do not rest on your laurels Stockholm ...

WE SHALL BE WATCHING ...

-Blake Out

PS: My camera batteries died shortly after leaving our lair, so all photos (with minor exceptions) were Courtney's.