Yeah, that ended in less time than there used to be between explosions in a Michael Bay movie.

Just as the word 'luck' left Rita's mouth, I got stabbed in the butt by a mimic. Really. No joke.

The mimic sneaked up on me, and impaled me by putting a tentacle right up my-

You get the idea.

And as I sat in the dark interior of the VTOL, being yelled at by Liam, I wondered.

Are mimics sentient?

Is one of them secretly the crazed butt stabber?

Why did I enjoy that so-

"IF YOU DON'T LEAVE THE VTOL RIGHT, FUCKING, NOW, I SWEAR TO GOD THAT I WILL SHOOT YOU!"

And I was like, pfft, naw, he would-

And then I took two bullets.

One where the sun don't shine, and one in the face.

After I came back, I ensured he got as good as he gave.

Rita stabbed me, and due to my acrobatics as I shot Liam, I was, once again, impaled through the butt.

I don't know why, but I wanted to do that again. Just a little bit.

I waited for them to get off, threw the pilot out, and took control of the VTOL.

It hit a mountain in ten seconds flat.

*SOME TIME LATER*

"Fine." I had convinced the pilot(again, for the fifty-third time) that flak was an illusion, and that I should pilot the VTOL. As he knew, I had flying experience from the Third World War(I didn't) and had over seven hundred sim- hours logged.(To be honest, I have no fucking idea what sim- hour is.) As I flew, dodging every single explosion like a friggin ninja(because this was the fifty-third time I was doing it) I had a little chat with the pilot. I learned that his name was Steve. He wore a red shirt under his pilot suit, and had a wife and kid back home.

Yeah, if watching movies had taught me anything I was pretty sure that he was gonna die soon.

Then, just as I crossed the point I had gotten past my best distance, I experienced a headache which hurt more than getting impaled through the butt by a mimic(which wasn't that distracting, since being impaled through the butt don't feel that bad) and heard voices about as loud as my average sexual partner.(Heh, kidding.I'm forever alone.)I lost control, and turned around to tell everyone how fucked we were, only to be stopped by a beautiful sight.

Rita and Cage were making out.

This blew my mind so much that I almost didn't notice that there was a hallucination of a giant blue thingy in front of my eyes.

And then we died.

Anyway, the next time, I kept turning around in order to ensure that I got a picture-perfect view of their inevitable banging(which would be right in front of Liam and Steve) so I didn't notice the voice in my head until after we crashed into more flak, at which point I realized that neither Liam nor Steve were so turned on by them making out that they would want all humans to die.

So several kabillion tries later, I LEARNED THAT THAT WHOLE THINGS WAS A FUCKING WASTE OF TIME! WHOOP DEE DOO! OF COURSE, THAT DON'T MATTER, SINCE I HAVE ALL THE TIME IN THE UNIVERSE, EXCEPT SOMEHOW I DON'T!

We were too freaking late.

Everyone had left, as were informed by some bored exosuit repair guy. It was our bad luck that we wouldn't get to rack up any rad kills in operation MARKET GARDEN 2 ELECTRIC BOOGALOO.

Rita was all devastated.

Yeah, all the people who were drafted are, for all purposes, dead. Whoop-de-doo. I really couldn't care anymore.

'Rita, where's the science guy?'

'Whu-' Oh right, she doesn't know me yet.

"Me kill alpha. You tell me about science dude."
"Bu-"
"You take me to him."
"…..Whatever, fine."
She shuddered.

"Thousands are dead. For all purposes, we've lost."
"Eh" I replied. "We can still win the war."
"Kay, Cruise, cmon."

Cruise was also confused, but he followed me pretty readily through the tarmac when he heard that Rita was coming too.

Oh, and he was also pretty interested in my idea of saving the world.

Back then, I hoped he wasn't expecting me to save via repopulation, because a threesome wasn't in the plan. However, I dare say that adding it in wouldn't be too 'hard'.

So, after about half an hour, we reached a room hidden behind like, a dozen bookshelves, which made me wonder if a threesome was Rita's plan.

Then we went into a bigger room, WHICH WAS FREAKING AWESOME.

The walls were all made of metal. They looked freaking awesome.

There was a holotable in the middle of the room. That too, was freaking awesome.

There were glass tables. Awesome.

There was a sciencey guy sitting on one of the awesome chairs. Not so awesome.

Ask me how I realized he was a science guy, and I would answer he was wearing a bow tie.

Boring guys dig bow ties.

And so do doctors, but the only kind of interesting doctors are the ones whoa are actually police and/or murderers.

I ignored him for five minutes, because, as everyone knows, it takes sciency types five minutes to get to the point.

So you can imagine how surprised I was when I heard the words.

"That's it, any questions?"
Long story short, he repeated the whole thing.

The basic gist of it was that the thingy doing the time turny stuff is called an Omega, and it turned back time whenever an Alpha dies. Apparently, it thought that I was an Alpha because some of its blood got in me.

Cool.

So since the Omega spawns mimics, it clearly has to be where they all come from, so, I announced, with a shit-eating grin on my face,

"I have a plan."

I told them the plan. They didn't like it.

THEY REALLY, REALLY DIDN'T LIKE IT.

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