"What?"

"It's true sir..." Sergeant Knuckles said to Colonel Espio, pleading for him to believe in the frightened sergeant. It was currently three hundred hours (3:00 am). Sergeant Knuckles was in Colonel Esio's office, which was in the five story command center that was smack-dab in the middle of the base. Sergeant Knuckles took a deep breath to recollect himself. He was still very shaken.

"Alright Sergeant Knuckles..." began the Colonel, "how do you expect me to believe that some wack-job in the middle of of the damn desert came and took the arm off one of our privates with his bare hands?"

"I don't know sir." Knuckles said, "ask everyon else who was on patrol with me, it's true, sir." Colonel Espio did not look convinced one bit.

"YOU GOTTA BELIEVE ME SIR!" Knuckles shouted.

"Thats quite enough now sergeant. You are on disability now, and there-fore; are being dis-charged."

Knuckles stared at the stubborn colonel in disbelief. Surely, after five years of his hard work, he wasn't being booted out. After all, he still had five years to go to complete his ten year cycle.

"No..." Knuckles muttered.

"Yes. Now pack up your belongings and wait out by the heli-pad. It should be here in about two hours for a re-supply."

Knuckles did not move.

"NOW SERGEANT! THATS AN ORDER!" Knucklse slumped out of the office and down the stairs-well. He was re-collecting all of his good memories he had gotten from his service. He had made new friends, has earned the Sergeant title, and had met his first love. Knuckles stopped for a second, and had immediatly re-called all of the bad times. For example, the first time he had seen one of his friends face blown off by a mine. Or when he had to shoot innocent children for fear they might have been bombers. Or the time his first love had been caught in the cross-fire... and killed. Yes, he thought. Mabye this was for the better.

Private Silver stumbled on the path from the barracks to the bar. Yes, he was still drunk, but that didn't stop him from getting his hourly 'medicine'. Silver giggled at how funny his feet moved from underneath himself. Right, Left, Right, Left... indeed, Silver was beyond wasted. Silver lifted the beer bottle in his hand to discover that it was empty. He set it on the ground and held his M17 by the barrel, in a base-ball batter style. He coiled up his arms, and swung the make-shift baseball bat at the beer bottle. The empty bottle flew at amazing speeds and shattered on a nearby soldier. Silver just rolled over and chuckled. Yes, this was defiantly a good night to get drunk. The soldier turned around slowly... ever so slowly...

Silver looked at him, intreguded. Silver believed that this was one of his worst episodes yet, for Private Silver discovered that the soldiers arm was missing... replaced by a stump of bloody bandages. The soldier moved towards Private Silver in a fashion that would make you think the soldier was more drunk than Silver was. Silver decided to speak up.

"Um... dude. Are you okay?" The armless Soldier's head snapped towards Silver to reveal a bloody mouth and blood-shot eyes. Private Silver aimed his weapon at the sick bastard. This soldier looked like shit. Private Silver took the hint and kicked up his heels in the other direction, the thought of killing the soldier now evaporated from Silver's thoughts. Silver only made it about four feet when the Soldier pounced on his prey... Silver. Silver squermed under the Soldiers weight. Silver wasn't aware that the weight of any person person increases by two times... when they are dead. The Soldier dug his teeth into Silver's neck, exposing important viens and Silver's juggular. The soldier tore through Silver's throat lick it was corn on a cob. Silver only made a mere whimper, for the soldier had torn out his voice box. The soldier got up to discover that his prey was now dead, his dead finger of the trigger of his gun.

A gasp came from behind the cannibal. The mobian eating flesh addict turned his head towards another mobian soldier. It acted on instinct, and went after it's next meal...

This was just the beggining...