Heeeelloooooo MMR readers~~~~~

Rumpy here! I realize you all must be excited over the announcement if Tremors 5 (your welcome), as am I. I was inspired to write a bit of speculative fiction, thinking of why Tyler might not be in it. Of course, this will likely be completely nullified when the actual movie comes out, but might as well have fun til then.

*DISCLAIMER* RV makes no claim to own Tremors or it's characters. They are the property of S.S. Wilson and ScyFy Entertainment. No profit is made from this writing.

"Hey, Gummer," Twitchell greeted. "Got an assignment for you."

"Been a while since you've come to us about one of those, Twitch," Burt raised an eyebrow at the agent. "Thought biologists said, 'We've hit a lull in graboid appearances that could last multiple decades based on current predictions'," he stated, walking towards the store.

"Well the biologists were wrong," Twitch said. "Big group popped up in Southern Africa."

Burt stopped on the porch, looking in shock at the man. "Africa!"

"Africa, yep," Twitch nodded. "Word is it's a particularly dangerous batch. They want the best. You and Tyler are the best."

Burt paused thoughtfully. "How dangerous?" he questioned.

"I don't have all the details," Twitch said, "But from what I can tell, extremely."

Burt scoffed. "You've always been so specific, Twitch."

The bald man sighed. "This is SERIOUS, Gummer. And the South African government is willing to pay you guys big, and I know how short you guys have been around here since the recession."

Burt frowned. "It's been a while," he said, with just a hint of anxiety in his voice. Whether he was anxious for or against it, Twitchell could only guess.

"Like that's stopped you before," the man said. "Are you in or not?"

Burt adjusted his hat. "I'm in."

"Great!" Twitch clapped his hands together once. "Where's Reed?"

Burt hesitated. "You said it was... extremely dangerous?" he asked.

Twitchell looked around. "Yeah. I'm not supposed to mention this but between you and me, there is actually rumors these graboids are... different. But you didn't hear that from me, got it?"

Burt nodded. "Got it, Twitch. I get you and your plausible deniability." He sighed. "Twitch, Tyler just had a kid. He can't go flying off to Africa to fight monsters."

"Sure he can. Shouldn't you, y'know, ask him?"

"No." Burt said tightly. "Because he'll want to come."

Twitch stared at him. "I don't follow. Gummer, do I have to remind you that you have a kid too?"

Burt shot him a glare from behind his sunglasses. "That's different. Look, I don't want him risking his life over this, you remember what happened last time. I'll handle it."

Twitchell still looked skeptical. "He'll be pissed at you for this," he reminded.

"I'm aware," he grumbled. "I'll deal with it."

"Time to get a move on!" Twitch shouted as the man walked toward the helicopter. Burt loaded something on and stepped up, but paused half way and looked back at the expanse of desert. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he wondered if he was making the right choice going alone. Shaking his head, the survivalist turned back to the copter and got in.

If the graboids didn't kill him, Tyler would.

Who is Tyler's kid? Burt's? What happened during their last mission? Why is Burt so protective? Will Tyler kill him?...

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... Beats me. Speculate if ya want.