Kent rushed down the empty corridors of the Jacobs Installation, the zerg having indefinitely overrun it. The last of the security pledging to stand by him until the end fighting, their courage wavering, were being killed. Kent's men were the men who were like the captain who went down with the ship. But Kent had no care left for the security; he needed only transmit the blueprints for the new generation of weapons, armor, and tools for the "Ghosts." Had the traitor, Raynor not destroy most of the security the breach may have been contained, but now everything was failing.

The screams of the small remaining security force was muted and Kent knew he was alone. He locked every security door he passed hoping it may slow the zerg down.

He sat down for a second and rested although he knew that sitting after a good sprint was unhealthy. He was not an athlete and whenever he grew exhausted he sat down. He grabbed some dehydrated food and ate it quickly hearing the clangs of the zerg advance. He stood up and ran to the teleporter.

"Breach in the power supply. Shut down imminent," the computer chanted.

Kent knew that what he had to do had to be done in the next few minutes. He jumped through the teleporter oblivious of what was on the other side.

The first thing Kent saw as he got on the other side was complete and utter death. The captain of the guard lay sprawled on the floor bleeding through his mouth. His eyes were opaque and a hole was in his head, his pistol in his clenched hand.

Being the only weapon in the room that Kent had ever shot in his life, he grabbed the captain's pistol that was overused during the uprising several years ago.

"T minus two minutes until power outage," the computer reminded him.

A zergling jumped in through the teleporter, disoriented. Kent being the fast thinker he was, shot it until it fell screaming. To stop any further zerg advance in this sector he quickly shot the emergency power supply for the teleporter, therefore sealing himself in.

He unfortunately did not know that the zerg had occupied this sector as he rushed through. He did not know until he saw several around the corridor, chomping the flesh of the many scientists in the installation. He took a deep breath and switched the pistol to automatic firing. He clenched his finger tightly around the trigger as he steeped into the sight of the zerg. After one fell they charged. He unloaded his entire clip on the remaining until all but one fell. Wounded but determined the zergling began to pounce but Kent quickly stabbed its throat with the knife attachment at the gun's butt.

The beast fell bleeding wildly, the spark in its eye now gone.

"T minus thirty seconds until power outage," the computer warned.

Panting heavily he hailed the last drop ship in the facility.

"Neon Alpha-Foxtrot this is JI 1-06 do you read?" Kent said through the speaker.

"JI 1-06 this is Neon Alpha-Foxtrot, we hear ya," They replied.

"Requesting doors to hangar are opened in Sector 7," he asked.

"Negatory 1-06, zerg occupation in Sector 7 shows positive. This vessel has no defenses, so we will be overrun if we open up to it no matter how few they are in numbers."

"Zerg in Sector 7 neutralized. Hurry we have little time,"

"Access granted 1-06,"

Those were the words Kent wanted to hear. The clicks of the locks on the doors echoed and the dropships hum was heard.

Kent smiled as he heard the computer warn him about the ten seconds left. He was out of the frying pan, back into the lake.