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"So... we have a deal then." The dark figure in the shadows shifted slightly. "You will kill him. When you do, your people will be free."
"Yesss, human. We have a deal." The snakeman hissed. "We have no choissse. We will kill your enemy for you."
"Good." The figure pointed. "I will arrange transportation, and weapons. Remember... I hold your offspring hostage."
The snakeman hissed something and slithered out of the room.
---Captain Sam Wychin fingered the red trigger button. It was wired to a certain set of C4 explosives strapped inside a certain Sectoid's vest. It'd make sure the critter would do the job. Wychin chuckled. It was gonna be a good day. If everything went according to plan. The general had announced over the radio that he was going to pay the newly captured base a visit. Wychin had immediately ordered most of the Cold Force to stand guard at the base entrance.
"After all, we're the most qualified for the job, eh?" John Poole chuckled as he checked his rifle one more time. "Nothing beats a little guard duty as opposed to taking point in a major building assault for relaxation."
"Damn straight, my man." Wychin answered. He clicked the send button on his radio headset. "Overwatch, how you guys doing up there? See any aliens on the rooftops?"
"Not a damn thing." came a reply.
"You never know where those bastards will pop up. Plenty of hiding places all along this street..." Wychin trailed off. He looked around at his troopers. once more, set up in defensive positions all around the entrance. Then he looked at the red trigger held in his hand. He almost felt sorry for the critter. It never actually did anything to him - except for being an alien. Once an alien, always an alien, he thought.
"You sure you wanna do this, sir?" Poole whispered into Wychin's ear.
Wychin nodded. "He'd do the same to me. Why, you gonna wuss out on me now, John?"
"No sir. Just making sure you aren't wussing out on the rest of us."
"Like I said, John. I don't kill my own men. Soon... there'll be no going back. We'll start over... make the world like it should be. But you can't make a bigass omelet like that without breaking a few thousand eggs... and this'll just be the first one." Wychin shifted slightly. "For now, kick back, relax... and enjoy the show. It'll be a blast." He chuckled.
Poole chuckled too. The trooper across the street nodded and chuckled as well. Wychin fingered the little red button again. Yep... it'll be a blast he thought and chuckled again.
Written on May 4th, 2000 by Andrew Pokrovski AKA Captain Sam Wychin