Suddenly the alarm went off, signaling a breach. Simmons ran towards the comsat station, hoping to escape the Zerg, but found that his path was blocked by a vespene fire. Simmons felt the center shake as though it had been rammed by a mammoth. Then as the rumbling stopped, Simmons heard the slow hissing of acid melting the ceiling away. Looking up, Simmons saw that the ceiling was already breaking from the acid spores. He tried to run, but an acid-covered piece of the command center fell upon his right leg, trapping him there. Simmons tried to pull away, but found that the metal was too heavy for him. The spores slowly ate through some of the metal and dripped onto his knee. Simmons screamed as the acid ate away his suite and flesh. Finally, the acid finished its job and ate through Simmons' leg. Simmons screamed as more acid dripped onto his leg from the remaining metal, but was able to pull away thanks to his now that his leg no longer held him there. As he crawled away, he felt the rush of wind upon his bloody stump, and looked up in time to see the large spider/octopus creature descend upon him. It pierced Simmons' chest, and filled the cavity with a special spore. Instantly, Simmons' went into septic shock.
Simmons stood in the darkness. He felt his right leg, it felt numb. Suddenly he realized that he was in an office. There was a large desk, a leather seat facing the window, tons of paperwork, and a huge cabinet in the corner. Suddenly, the chair turned, revealing a sexy redhead in a suit.
"Hello Mr. Simmons," the woman said.
"Who are you? How do you know my name," Simmons inquired.
"My name is Sarah, and as for your name, let's just say that I have my sources," the woman replied.
"What happened to me?"
"You were in septic shock when we found you."
"My leg?"
"We were able to give you a new one."
"What do you want?"
"I would like your assistance in our mission."
"What is your mission?"
"To exterminate the Protoss."
"What do you want me to do, clean toilets?"
"No, we want you to be an explosives specialist."
"This has to be some joke, the UED wouldn't even give me a gun."
"Well, Mr. Simmons, if you wish to decline, it's your decision."
"No, I'll do it."
"Good," said the woman as she approached Simmons. Suddenly, she leaned forward and kissed him. As her lip touched his, the walls began to pulsate, the cabinets began to wiggle, and the papers began to crawl. When her lips left his, Simmons was everywhere, his mind inside the bodies of every Zerg in the entire universe. He had never felt such a rush. Then, as suddenly as it came, the feeling was gone. Simmons stood alone in the darkness once again.