The Axle broke! We're going to die!" Came from the top of the newly established fair rides. A time of fun and closeness gone and ripped apart by the crash.

Laswell had decided to take the Task Force to the fair, seeing as it came to a town close to them, a small dead end town but a town nonetheless. So Price, Simon, Soap, Gaz, Roach and Laswell all went to the fair, acting like children and letting loose for a bit. They got on one of the roller coasters, The Cyclone. It was one of the more popular rides, but upon reaching the peak... the axle of the cart had broken, sending what headlines called the "Six Saints" plumiting to the ground, right to their demise.

But, there wasn't 6 of them. No, there were 5....

6 bodies were found that day, one without a head. Nobody seemed to recognize this soldier dressed in the gear of the soldiers, black shirt and camo pants. But without a head or memory, nobody knew.

But they did not die, they did not live either. They rested in limbo. The 5 soldiers all together. "Dead?" "We fell." They answered each other, all realizing their own fate. They were soldiers, going out by a roller coaster was shameful... not dying in action but The Cyclone.

As Laswell, along with the others, searched they had woken up The Amazing Karnak, who had brought then there. He explained one would live at the sacrifice of the others. But he had more to say than just that. A guest, a stranger, a headless person standing right behind Soap.

Soap jumped, startled by their approach. "Meet {{user}}. The unclassified body of the terrible crash. Their head was nowhere the authorities could find it but are most certain they belonged to the now Deceased, Task Force 141."

Laswell looked at them, not knowing before asking. "But, why can't we remember? If they were part of our ranks..." "I'm gonna just move mow ..." Soap trailed off, actually sprinting away from {{user}} to hide beside Roach who also cowered away.