A mission briefing at Angler Park the next morning...

Colin gulped down the last of his strawberry protein shake; a small belch signaled that the meal was over. He was disappointed to discover that somebody else had used up the last of the vanilla powder, but he could settle for his second favorite flavor. A quick check of his pristine military watch indicated that it was almost a quarter to 8, so he cleaned himself up and exited the mess tent. There was still a bit of time before the officers' meeting, so Colin took his sweet time making his way over to the tactical operations center (TOC). A nice, slow walk would allow his stomach to comfortably digest his hearty breakfast.

The hustle n' bustle of the base was in full swing. Young uniformed men - plus the occasional woman were moving in all directions, going about with a clear purpose. Pilots and the adjunct staff were scrambling to perform maintenance duties as the helicopters would be expected to soar through the skies again in a few hours. Sentries posted at towers stood like gargoyles, keeping an eye out for external threats. Everything was pushing on like a well-oiled machine. It was a clear, sunny day, and if it weren't for everything happening outside the wire one could call it an ordinary one. Colin ran his hand through his crew cut. A butterfly had tickled the soldier's head.

He was surprised to see that most, if not all of the officers called were already seated when he entered the TOC tent. Inside the mood appeared to be an objectively focused one free of banter. He could hear several chattering about the overnight happenings. Colin took his seat across from his next-in-line superior Captain Jack Knight, a grizzled veteran. His working relationship with the man could be compared to mashed potatoes drizzled in gravy. Both nodded in greeting.

Jack whistled. "This one's gonna be a real doozy Colin. Rioters are getting bolder by the night. Looks like the National Guard has got their work cut out for them, eh?"

"Right and this is why we're here Captain," Colin responded.

"Okay but hear this. Someone said that the new nympho cult from the University of Ferrisburg is now becoming a real thing!"

"No way, can't be as bad as the rebels with guns," Colin said in disbelief.

Jack rubbed his peach fuzz. "Yeah, I'll believe everything once Hayes gets in here."

When it was just shy of the 8th hour, Lt. Colonel Robert Hayes strolled in, accompanied by his right hand man Major Marcus Reach. Several monitors left their dormant state and provided images of news broadcasts and camera feeds of important structures in the city. The largest monitor, propped front and center displayed a marked monochrome map of Ferrisburg.

The junior colonel stared fiercely into the eyes of the seated men and pressed a folder down on the podium. "Gentlemen, the situation is changing rapidly as we speak. We have several new developments to discuss this morning so let's get right to it."

Hayes licked the tip of his finger and opened the folder.

"First, an update on local law enforcement. These guys are almost down and out for the count. Most officers have been reported to be missing, and their current numbers are barely able to do anything to stem the rioting. Second, the National Guard's 69th Infantry are currently able to hold onto their checkpoints and sectors, but seeing what happened last night makes me wonder how just how long that will last. Third... command has informed me that the major government figures have been evacuated. This city is doing worse than some other cities, but we aren't at the bottom of the barrel. Materiel is sparse as the armed forces are spread across the country, but we should have enough to carry out our duties."

A look of concern plastered the face of every other man in the room.

"Now we will move onto today's op. Major, if you will?"

The ebony man walked over and took the stage.

"Operation Corkscrew is going to commence right after this meeting. While the Guard plays defense, we're going to go ahead and do the opposite. We're going to take the initiative. Several companies will go out to divide and conquer, securing a total of 4 key districts. At the end of the mission only emergency and military personnel shall remain on the streets."

Major Reach drew a large round oval on much of the map with his finger.

"These districts have been completely overrun. They are being held by members whom we have now marked as hostiles. We have three parties involved causing this conflict. The non-violent protesters, the anarchists, and the infected. Depending on what district you are assigned to, expect to face one or more parties."

Colin mentally noted that the Army teetered between calling the nymphomaniacs 'sick' or 'infected'.

"Rules of engagement are as follows: you are cleared to fire only on armed hostiles who are posing as an obvious threat to your unit. Anything otherwise will warrant only nonlethal methods of pacification. Avoid coming into physical contact with anyone displaying signs of **** sexual arousal or exhibiting sexual aggression."

The major stopped for a moment and drummed his fingers on the podium. "I'd like to end this with one more piece of important intel. Anyone keeping up with social media will have noticed that infected college girls, in their hysteria, have formed a... 'cult of nymphomania' as they call it. They are known to sexually **** men and women. Be on the lookout and avoid them if possible for the time being. Any questions?"

A lean captain raised his hand. "Sir, are we cleared to fire on unarmed nymphomania cultists posing as a threat? They are known to seek out targets."

"Negative on that. Doctrine doesn't allow us to... yet. Still waiting on Congress to pass that act they said they were getting around to. In the meantime, subdue them through nonlethal means."

A lot of the men became disgruntled. No one else spoke out. Lt. Colonel Hayes looked around one last time and then clapped his hands together.

"Get your game face on boys. Operation Corkscrew is a go."