"You're not getting evacuated today, signal's jammed and I'm killing your corrupt pilots." "We aren't all corrupt!" The ground trembles coming with the sound of an explosion. And then another as a ratchet falls in. She smiles, "Oh, it's that bitch from the bank job."

Milo glances down at her, "Hold her off, yeah?"

I aim down my sights and Milo leaps up, breaking the ceiling wide open. The woman leaps behind cover as I shoot. I run behind a beam as she fires back. "You're a bit slow!" "Oh yeah?" I lean out and fire, "Try being tortured for three days!" I turn back and load in another magazine.

"Try being an object since sixteen!" I lean out, she's not there, just a speaker on the floor. Footsteps come from the right. I whip around, but she slaps the gun out my hand and punches me to the ground. She smiles, "Gotcha."

*Krystal, get out, they're almost to you.* "Is Zero dead?"

*Tango? You there?!* She tenses up. "Damn it!" *Now! Come on!* She quickly grabs my gun, "Sorry."

I gasp and lift my shirt off.

I'm helping you heal as fast you can Nick.

Garvey menacingly laughs, Why don't you just let it hurt?

Switch pokes, Why?

I quiver and let the waterworks come as the doctor taps over, "You alright?" I slowly get up and wipe my tears, "Your wounds!" I go to grab his arm and he steps back, "Alright sir." I limp over to the others as the doctor shadows behind me. Garvey laughs,

Look at them, Jean got hurt because of you, Fox is cut up while Gladius is a mangled mess.

I wish I could just get rid of you!

He grins, Not a chance, bitch! He flips me off as Switch butts in,

"While you were asleep, I found out what fuels me."

Garvey kicks in, He's a figment of your imagination. I laugh as the doctor backs off slowly. "And you aren't?" It's labeled as nitrogen, but it's not! It's-

Switch stops poking as I move the finger out my face, "What did you do?" I blocked him. I look over to the doctor, staring and shaking from across the room,

I made sure to make him slow your healing. You deserve to suffer.

I close my eyes and imagine Garvey, a demon look alike that has grown into me like roots of a tree. Or was he always there?

"I did nothing wrong!"

You don't remember? For once, he looks surprised. Why can't I make you remember?

Jean's cough snaps me out of it, "You alright?"

She shrugs it off, "Not my first bullet, remember?"

I smile then grab at my deeper wound. "You should be in bed." "I need to make myself useful." Gladius yells over, "Let me get some sleep over here!"