Calm Before the Storm

"Hard to believe we're about to kill or be killed." Thelonius said.

"Stay alert, everyone." Davis said. "I had a bad dream last night. You know what happened the last time..."

"Yeah. Johnson got fragged." Vaughn said.

"Stay focused, ladies." said the Commander. "We'll be hitting their command center in minutes. It's called Alessora - a port city that makes really good vodka. I don't want any slip-ups! Slash, Duke - I don't want either of you drinking - or anything else, Slash - until the job is done, got it?"

"Yeah, yeah." Duke said.

"Sure thing, commander-dude sir!" Slash grinned.

"Slash, if you call me 'dude' again, I'll make you turn that music off."

"I'll be good, sir!"

Within moments, Alessora appeared on the horizon. Craftily constructed mud- brick huts were built along the shore, and countless fishing boats could be seen along the piers. Further in the distance loomed more modern large metal houses and among them, a massive metal dome that could only be the rebel command center.

"Look at them!" Duke laughed. "They have no idea of the death that awaits them!"

"Duke, no massacring civillians!" the Commander said. "We'd have a golden record if it wasn't for your punk ass. We're heading straight for that command center. Once we've taken it, the city will be ours."

1. Suddenly the Fightechs' radar screens started beeping like crazy. "Commander we got missiles!" Thelonius yelled.

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