Mention you're interested in The Revolution.

"I'm interested in The Revolution." You say.

The man smiles and says, "Why didn't you say so? Follow me." He motions to the door to the back room and you follow him. Suddenly you feel a smashing weight hit you in the head and you fall to the ground unconscious.

You wake up to see a large man standing over you with a gun. "So, you're the new guy, huh?" He wears sunglasses, a green jacket,and tan slacks. "Do you think you're capable of serving the Revolution?"

You blink your eyes to clear them. The entire room, the inside of a warehouse it seems, is full of people in the same outfit. Indeed, you too are wearing the outfit. "I think there's some mistake..."

"No mistake comrade." The man throws a sack at you. It contains:

First, an AK-47, the wood parts polished to a high finish.

Next, at least 5 clips of ammo for the AK-47.

Then, some Kevlar body armor.

Lastly, a high-explosive grenade, looking like a tin can with a metal spoon and pin on the top.

"Comrades! Americans!" The terrorists around you cock their weapons. Within seconds, a flashbang rolls through the half-opened door of the room. It explodes, blinding everyone in the room. You grope up a ramp and as your vision clears, you see that you're up on a walkway in the upper level. There's an air vent with a ladder in front of you, and you quickly jump into it. As bullets ping against the steel walls of the vent, you start to contemplate your fate. Just then, a high-explosive grenade lands in your lap.You have just enough time to scream before it goes off, blowing up both you and the vent around you. Ghostly floating at the point you died, you are treated to a view of your "comrades" being systematically butchered. Then, you realize there's another ghostly floating being there with you.

"Hi!" He says, "I'm Casper!"

"Shouldn't that be [ch] Casper?"

"No, I'm not THAT good, but boy, do I have a lot to explain to you, if you want to listen!"