A/N: Yes I know I'm supposed to be posting on Doom in Retroville but I was in a writing mood, ok? Also, if you support me, please visit my homepage.

Alpha Bravo Tango Response Team

It was s slow day at the ABT HQ. I was reviewing some reports from the previous day when I saw a strange anomaly on my monitor.

"Hmm, what's that?"

Then every alarm in the base started going off.

"What the hell? Charlie, give me status." I said contacting alert specialist Charlie Monaco.

"I don't know. The boss wants us to head to the hangar."

"That doesn't sound good. I'll be right there Charlie."

I began walking from my office to the main hangar when I was met by my immediate supervisor, Herald Redman.

"What's going on sir?"

"It looks like we've got a WMR coming in at 06:00."

"A WMR, What's its target?"

"It's headed toward a small town called Retroville."

"Retroville? I'm sending out the teams. The WMR must be destroyed."

"I'm sorry, all the teams are off today."

"Then I'm going in."

"What? You can't be serious."

I continued toward the main hangar and suited up.

"What the hell do you think you're doing? You're not authorized to go these kinds of missions."

"No, but I am authorized to kick your ass if you don't shut up Herald! I said I'm going in."

Charlie met us in the hangar.

"What's going on here?"

"He thinks he's going in to stop a WMR." Herald said.

Charlie contacted my radio as I was already in the cockpit.

"What are you doing? You can't stop a WMR!"

"I have to Charlie. Open the hanger doors."

Herald reluctantly pressed the button to open the hangar doors. Then he contacted me one final time.

"I just want to tell you that if you don't come back alive...you're fired."

I taxied my response plane out of the hanger and took off. To tell the truth I wasn't sure if I would come back alive. But I had to stop the WMR.

"This is Charlie. The WMR was last seen on radar over the Phi Beta region. Head toward that area."

"I'm on it Charlie."

I headed to the Phi Beta region as fast as this cheap ABT plane would take me. Finally, through the clouds, I came into visual contact with the WMR.

"I see it!"

"Great, now very carefully deploy the missile."

I launched the missile but it missed the object.

"Damn! I missed."

"Fire missile two, but be careful!"

I launched the second rocket and destroyed the WMR.

"Thank God!"

"Great job." Herald said, "Now get back here!"

I turned my plane around and headed back to the ABT HQ. Meanwhile, in Retroville...

"And I, Cindy, agree to be more appreciative and demonstratively nicer to you Jimmy. You know Neutron, this is sort of like our version of the Gorlockian seal of trust."

"Huh?" Jimmy said, "Well maybe, from a certain point of view, I guess."

Cindy laughed, "What a weird ritual. Um, how did it work again, exactly?"

"Well you just sort of pucker your lips like this and..."

Expecting a Warp Mail Rock here? No, because it was destroyed by the Alpha Bravo Tango Response Team, remember? So Jimmy and Cindy were free to "seal their trust" uninterrupted.

"Yeah I thought it went something like that." Cindy said

"Yeah, but maybe I'd better show you again?"

They kissed again, this time longer.

Cindy smiled, "Could you show me again? I really trust you."

"Ok."

They kissed even longer this time. Then they finally stopped.

"I love you Cindy."

"I love you too."

Meanwhile, back at the ATB

"See sir? This is why I had to stop the WMR."

"Aww, that's adorable." Herald said, "Now get back to work!"