A/N: I never meant for the scene with Sean, Amber, and Godzilla to seem like a "Beauty and the Beast" scenario. It was basically just to show how unpredictable Godzilla is and the gentleness of Amber's character. This story will quickly pick up pace and feature a twist that no one will be able to guess.

While crowds of curious onlookers gathered around Godzilla, Sean started demanding answers from Amber.

"Just how in the hell did you find me?" asked Sean.

Amber Hart hung her head. She and Campbell had dated all through their high school and college years; their relationship was very intimate. Marriage had been possible. About three months after graduating college, problems in the relationship erupted.

Amber believed that Sean's blossoming career in the nuclear field would become more important to him then she was. Tragically, it all went downhill from that point on. This had made Sean extremely bitter for several years afterward and he still was not over it. Amber had expected it.

Sean did not know what to think, or even feel. His thoughts and emotions were so mixed up at seeing his former love again that he could hardly think remotely straight. Old memories and feelings flooded back to him like Niagara Falls, including his anger. His wounds also added to his distress.

"Sean, I, I saw you on TV when they had the exclusive coverage on Godzilla. I took the first flight here so that I could catch you. I've felt so bad for all these years and..."

"You felt bad!?" yelled Campbell. "How do you think I felt!? You just ended us without giving us a chance to straighten things out when we could've done so!!!"

"Sean please, you're hurt! Let me..."

"Do what!? Nurse me back to health and then leave again!!!?"

Amber looked away from him, hurting deeply inside. Beginning to soften a little, Sean tried to rise but could not. The adrenaline rush had just worn off and the pain from falling from Godzilla's hand had caught up with him. Blood and bruises covered his battered body. Every muscle and bone in Campbell's body screamed out with pain, but he ground his teeth together to keep from spewing out a long string of profanities.

"I'd say I deserved that," said Amber, trying to help sit Campbell up straight.

"No, I shouldn't have said it."

"Sean, breaking up with you was the biggest mistake I've ever made. I mean... I mean that I still love you..."

Sean looked at her and was only able to smile weakly, the strength and stamina still drained from him. He knew deep down inside his soul that he still cared about her too.

"Look Amber, I made a lot of mistakes too. It's not all your fault. But, I think there's a better time and place to talk about this than here. We've got history being made right here, right now." whispered Sean, pointing at Godzilla.

Amber gazed at the slumbering gargantuan. She almost laughed in pure amazement, still having trouble believing that she had been in the hand of Godzilla and was still breathing afterwards.

Amber smiled down at Campbell, hugging him close. From overhead, a military chopper touched down beside Sean and Amber. The door burst open and out jumped Taggart, accompanied by a few other soldiers. They rushed over to Campbell and unfolded a stretcher.

"My God, Campbell! I saw everything from your little ride in Godzilla's hand to the fight with the heavy weapons division! I'm sorry but all of the choppers were taken. We couldn't get here in time. Thank God you're still here to tell about it. Now, let's get you on the stretcher because you need medical attention now!" said Taggart.

Sean tried to protest, but he was too beat up to move, let alone walk. Taggart and his men put him on the stretcher and loaded him onboard the helicopter. Amber went along with them. The chopper lifted off and flew high above the city. Below, the destruction that Godzilla had wrought was clearly visible along with the mighty monster himself. He actually looked peaceful in that state. Along with Gojira, other sites could be seen. They consisted of mobs of unruly and furious survivors still fighting with soldiers and policeman.

"Colonel, what's going on down there?" asked Sean.

Amber looked warily at Taggart as he answered.

"About ten minutes ago, martial law was declared here in New York. The army now has the authority to do whatever it takes to end the threat of Godzilla. Being in the army myself, you'd think I'd appreciate this, but I don't. I'm afraid of what some of my soldiers might have to do..."

"Sir." said Campbell. "As crazy as this may sound, I don't think Godzilla is as big of a threat as we think he is."

"Go back to sleep, Campbell. Those new painkillers are making you drunk off your ass."

"No damnit, I'm serious. Amber and I were in the palm of Godzilla's hand where he could've killed us in a millisecond, but he didn't. In fact, he shielded us from the army's weapons when they attacked him. It could very well have been an fluke but I'm not so sure. If you could ever look into Godzilla's eyes like we got to do, you could tell that there's more to him than just random city bashing. He's got some sort of purpose here. All we need to do is just figure out what it is... before it's too... too late."

"Sean, you need rest," said Amber.

"Why," continued Campbell. "How did all of the factors of life and the environment come to be in the right place at the right time, along with those nuclear weapons, to create such a life form, such a flawless mutation."

With that, Campbell fell fast asleep. He definitely needed the rest. Taggart sat in silence, pondering Sean's words. Somehow, they made sense to him. Now below them were the Brooklyn, St. Williamsburg, and Manhattan Bridges. Military vehicles were lined up on the bridges from end to end. They also had to deal with angry mobs that were also trying to cross all of those bridges.

Soldiers suddenly opened fire on the irate mob with rubber bullets. They did not kill, but they caused serious pain and forced the out of control people back away from the bridge.

Back at GPHQ

Taggart's helicopter touched down at the special G-Project headquarters and they rushed Campbell into the medical area. His injuries, impact wounds, multiple lacerations, and minor bone breaks, were patched up quickly along with his bruised ribs. With the newly invented "bone glue" and revolutionary painkillers of the early twenty-first century, Campbell would be nearly back to normal within a few hours. Taggart and Amber sat with him while he awakened from his drugged slumber.

"Campbell, I've got two people here that want to see you when you're feeling up to it." said Taggart.

"Bring 'em on in, I'm fine."

Taggart sent for the two guests and turned back to Campbell.

"I swear, you either don't care about pain or you just ignore it. You impress me, Sean. You took a beating equal to about, hmm, God knows how many bar fights and you're still wanting to keep on like it never happened!"

"Ah, that's not all that much. Godzilla took a pounding that would kill any other living thing several million times over and he's still in top shape."

"Yeah, he is, isn't he..." grumbled Taggart. "Oh yeah, reports on Godzilla's estimated body weight are in."

"So, how much does he weigh?" asked Amber.

"400 kilotons." replied Taggart.

"Whoa, damn!!!" cried a shocked Campbell.

He looked over at Amber, who was sitting next to him on his bed.

"Colonel, could I be alone with Amber?"

"Sure thing Sean," replied Taggart.

As Taggart left the room, he looked back at Amber.

"So, you're the woman from the picture," stated Taggart, then he left.

"What picture?" asked Amber.

Sean picked up his wallet from the table that sat next to his bed and let it fall open, exposing the picture of her to Amber herself.

"You kept it..." said an amazed Amber. "I didn't even think you'd wanna see me, even my picture, ever again."

"How could I possibly not?" asked Sean. "Amber, I may have been crushed and angry, but I never stopped loving you either."

Amber wiped tears of joy from her eyes.

"Sean, I'm so glad! I'm so sorry for what happened with us... when I saw you fall out of Godzilla's hand, I thought for sure I'd lost you and..." said Amber, interrupted when Campbell slowly raised his hand to her face, running it gently over her soft cheek.

"You'll never lose me Amber," whispered Sean.

Sean hugged Amber close, kissing her. She climbed up on to the bed, kissing him right back, their emotions completely taking over.

A minute later, Kyle Collins walked through the door of Campbell's room and stopped dead in his tracks, a smile as big as ancient Rome spread across his face.

"Whoa, sorry to interrupt there, big guy!"

The couple stopped and Sean was about to cuss out the intruder until he saw who it was.

"Sean Campbell! God, it's great to see ya man!!!"

Campbell sat up instantly. He couldn't believe his eyes.

"Collins!!?? Damn, you haven't changed a bit!!!"

Kyle jogged over to the bed and he and Campbell shook hands. When he playfully slapped Sean on the back, he quickly pulled back.

"Oops, sorry amigo, forgot about the ribs!"

"That's ok, man. I'm tough," said Campbell through gritted teeth.

Collins grinned and sat down by Campbell. While they reminisced about old times, Taggart came back in to talk with Amber, who still held Campbell's hand.

"Miss Hart, I thought this was the first time those two ever met."

"Oh no sir," said Amber. "Those two are best friends who haven't seen each other in at least five years. I think that's right, since I haven't really got to be with Sean ever since..."

She could not finish her sentence. The memory of her mistake was too intense. Taggart put his hand on her shoulder to comfort her.

"At least he's here with me again," said Amber.

"He's a lucky man," commented Taggart.

They then joined in the Campbell-Collins conversation. After about an hour, the second guest appeared, only he wasn't in the hospital. He was back at the GPHQ. When Taggart received the message, he grabbed his backpack and headed for the door.

"Are you coming guys? The very important guest just arrived at HQ."

"Oh, and I wasn't an important guest, sir?" asked Collins jokingly, sounding insulted.

"I'll let that go, due to the circumstances."

Collins got the clue loud and clear. He followed Taggart out the door.

"Don't forget us!" yelled Sean.

Sean, being helped by Amber, was right behind them.

"He's just like I remember him," said Collins. "Stubborn as hell and pain never bugs him!"

Campbell laughed.

"Hell, I guess I just take after Godzilla."

Everyone laughed and agreed. They made there way toward the meeting room, taking it easy so Campbell and Amber could keep up.

"Why did they even declare martial law in the first place!? Look what it's doing! Those people are gonna do more damage then Godzilla."

"Isn't that stretching it just a little bit there Campbell?" asked Taggart.

"Yeah, yeah it is." said Campbell. "But the martial law will cause the city to deteriorate faster then acid on tin."

"I know, you're right." said Taggart. "I'll talk to my superiors right away. But first, we need to talk to our guest back at HQ."

The group could see Godzilla in the distance from some large windows. The great beast still slept soundly, even though people who were still in the city were now gathered around him. Some people were even setting up lawn chairs in Godzilla's area, the sounds of his breathing echoed through the concrete canyons.

Sean thought about how these people were being such complete idiots. Row after row of tanks rolled through the streets while Harrier jet fighter- bombers, F-18 and F-16 class fighters flew into the city from all directions. The tanks were now gathering around Godzilla along with sixty huge, doubled propped helicopters. These were new transport choppers, each able to carry many tons of weight.

"What are those heavy transports doing there?" asked Campbell.

"I think I've got a good idea why." said Taggart. "There's enough of them to move the creature. Damnit, they wouldn't.... I didn't even give the order!!!"

Taggart seethed in anger all the way to the HQ. Once inside, a man of at least seventy-five years of age approached Taggart and shook his hand.

"My name is Raymond Michaels," said the man. "I'm you're mystery second guest."

"Thanks for taking the time to come here Mr. Michaels." said Taggart. "This is Sean Campbell, the man who's seems to have at least a little understanding for our mutant friend out there."

Campbell and Michaels exchanged greetings.

"Why that monster didn't kill you two in the palm of his hand is a mystery to me."

Campbell then got right up in Michaels' face. That comment had made him extremely angry.

"And just what in the hell is that supposed to mean!?"

Kyle and Amber pulled Sean back.

"Whoa, easy there brotha." said Kyle.

"I'm sorry if that came out the wrong way," explained Michaels. "It's just that I don't understand why Gojira would commit so many acts of mass destruction but then spare you."

"It's because when he saw Amber and me up close, he understood we are living beings, just like him."

Everyone in the room pondered Campbell's comment. Michaels sighed and walked to the window. Godzilla's sleeping body could now be seen stretched out across the Manhattan skyline. He stared at the dormant nuclear beast, a look of fear and guilt in his eyes.

"I should've never been on that bomber. I should've never pushed that button..."

"Say what?" asked Campbell.

"Perhaps it's time that I explained why I'm here..." said Michaels.

Everyone in the room pulled out a chair or plopped down on a sofa. Amber laid her head on Campbell's shoulder. He put his arm around her shoulder. Michaels then began his story.

"It was back in 1954, in the Pacific Ocean over Bikini Atoll. I was the bombardier aboard the B-36 heavy bomber that initiated that horrible nuclear test. I later learned that the U.S., French, and maybe even Japanese governments had been engaged in some kind of strange genetic experiments on the same island that my squadron nuked before the testing took place. I had friends on that scientific team who risked their careers to tell me about what was going on. Apparently, they were experimenting with animal genes, mainly those of reptiles and especially recently discovered dinosaur genes. The species of dinosaur was unidentified, but tt's my belief that there really was a real life dinosaur and that the fifty megaton thermonuclear weapon dropped by my aircraft mutated him into who is destroying New York right now."

The room sat in stunned silence.

"I know what you're thinking," said Michaels. "I guess you could say I'm partially responsible for Godzilla's birth, but I was just the bombardier on that B-36."

The room exploded into a frenzy of shouting and arguing.

"Geez, you've got explanations for everything." scoffed Campbell. "But, I seem to remember another nuclear test taking place around the supposed birthplace of Godzilla in 1991. If the 1954 test in fact created him, then the '91 one only made him stronger and awakened him if he was around the island at that time. and there were the several decades of repeated nuclear tests to go along with all of that."

"What I wanna know is why the hell our weapons don't even seem to be putting a dent in Godzilla. We keep pounding him with firepower and it just pisses him off!!! Even though there were reports of blood flying from Godzilla's neck after a missile hit him there, not a single scratch could be seen and we had a clear view too!" said Taggart.

"Maybe he just heals quickly," said Campbell. "What I mean is that Godzilla's molecular structure can heal his wounds like any other living thing, but at a speed that only takes a microsecond. That sounds crazy, but since the mutation improved the rest of him so much, then it's not totally impossible that his natural cell regeneration abilities were multiplied many, many times over, to the point where nothing we can throw at him will do any good whatsoever. Plus, his armored hide makes sure that not many weapons will be punching through his skin."

Michaels walked over to the window.

"You're right. He's no natural creature... he's like a violent storm. Now Godzilla rests; we are in the eye of the hurricane."

Before anyone could answer, Taggart received a call over his portable radio. The conversation was brief and no one in the room could make anything out of it. He then laid his radio down and pointed to the window on everyone's left. The same heavy helicopters that were seen earlier were now hovering over Godzilla, lowering, what appeared to be, multiple titanium cables. Each of the cables had large metallic clamps on their ends.

"Just what the hell are they doing?" asked Collins.

"Something I couldn't tell anyone about, even you Campbell. I never gave the orders, but they're gonna try and transport Godzilla out of the city and dump him in the ocean. That should confuse him enough not to be able to find this city again."

"Well then," then Campbell. "The second something happens, I wanna be down there front and center..."

June 21

People ran back as far as they could when the army's war vehicles surrounded Godzilla. The thick, titanium derivative cables from each of the forty transport helicopters were carefully clamped around Godzilla's arms, legs, neck, and tail. They barely fit. Luckily, his limbs were spread out so securing the cables was not as difficult as originally expected.

"Ace 3 to Ace 7, we're ready to commence 'Operation Overload'," said the pilot of the third helicopter.

"Roger that." replied Ace 7. "All other Ace's are primed, we are a go."

The roaring engines of the Ace transport choppers were deafening. Slowly but surely over the course of an hour, Godzilla was lifted from the ground and into the air. The helicopters strained to the breaking point as they lifted Godzilla, his tail drug along the ground, tearing up whatever it touched. Finally, the choppers were lifting Godzilla high above the buildings of Manhattan Island.

His weight was straining each titanium cable greatly. They had to drop him into the Atlantic and soon. Back at GPHQ, Sean Campbell, Col. Taggart, Kyle Collins, Amber Hart, and everyone else who was there could see the massive form of Godzilla being carried above the city. Down below, Manhattanites gathered to watch this operation designed to rid the city of Godzilla.

The monster hung from the many titanium cables that held him, still asleep, but why had he not woken up? The group of Ace helicopters was now flying over the Chrysler Building.

One of the crewmen aboard Ace 13 was staring at Godzilla. Just the plain sight of him made the man almost hypnotized in fear and wonderment. The crewman was snapped out of his daze when Godzilla's dorsal fins flared and his eyes shot open. The monster quickly looked around and roared. The deafening bellow shattered the windows and some of the more fragile electrical instruments in just about every Ace chopper.

They quickly tried to scatter and Godzilla cut the cables. As he began to fall, Godzilla nuked several of the Ace helicopters with his atomic fire. Godzilla fell at an incredible speed. He then smashed into the top of the Chrysler Building. Godzilla let out a very high-pitched roar as he plummeted towards the ground, compacting and smashing the Chrysler Building with every foot he fell.

"Godzilla!!!" yelled Sean.

The people who were standing by Campbell could see the concern on his face as they watched the great beast plummet towards the ground. After a matter of seconds that seemed like an eternity, Godzilla hit the ground with a deafening scream. The shock from the impact caused the surrounding ground to split apart and several of the closer damaged skyscrapers to topple over, two of which landed on Godzilla. He was completely buried by rubble.

After the flying debris and dust subsided, there was no movement from underneath the debris. The nearby soldiers began to whoop and cheer in victory. Campbell looked on at the huge pile of debris, visibly dejected. Taggart put a hand on Campbell's shoulder.

"I'm sorry Sean, but it had to be done. Think of all the lives this will have saved."

"I know, I know." said a disheartened Campbell. "It's just that... think of all that we could've learned from him... he also saved mine and Amber's lives, even if it was a fluke."

Amber walked up to Campbell and hugged him. He squeezed her tightly, not really knowing how to feel when a strange sensation washed over Campbell. He knew it wasn't over.

Suddenly, there came a great rumbling from the ruins of the Chrysler Building and the two other skyscrapers. The pile of debris began to fall apart and was illuminated by familiar orange flashes. Amber quickly grabbed Sean's face and turned him towards what was happening. The mountain of wreckage exploded as Godzilla rose to his feet and roared in defiance. People were speechless, jaws once again hitting the ground.

"What can we do now?"

Godzilla roared again as he started walking. He turned and swung his tail into another building. It shattered like a house made of playing cards. Gojira once again employed his thermonuclear breath, gutting multiple buildings in a blast of nuclear flames.

Amber then noticed that Godzilla was carrying something in his left hand. She got the attention of Sean and Kyle and told them to look. In his giant hand, Godzilla carried the now twisted spire of the Chrysler Building. Godzilla's fins lit up with power and a stream of energy that looked like a lightning bolt appeared from the fins and traveled from his back, down his arm, and into his hand. The spire glowed with the ghostly radiance of Godzilla's energy and melted away.

He continued onward.

Building after building after building collapsed under Godzilla's weight. They crumbled like paper houses under a steamroller. Godzilla's thundering roar echoed throughout the concrete canyons of New York City like an extra loud death knell. With the destruction of each building, huge plumes of fire and explosions were most always the result. The trail of destruction was getting longer and wider. Godzilla grappled with another one of the skyscrapers like it was a living opponent. It too shattered like the rest, debris tumbling down to the ground.

The leviathan eventually neared Madison Square Garden. If the world famous sports arena could talk, it would have screamed its terror. Nearby tanks began firing, distracting Godzilla from The Garden.

The retreating tanks fired back at Godzilla as they ran. He slammed his massive foot into the ground, causing a powerful shockwave. The shockwave quickly caught up with the tanks and utterly trashed them. They were either knocked to pieces or totaled and flipped upside down.

"Hmm, Godzilla must not be a Knicks fan, almost trashing The Garden like that."

"Oh real funny asshole," snapped Taggart.

Shrugging, Collins continued.

"I think that's his way of saying that anyone who gets in his way is as good as smashed," said Collins.

"...or vaporized." added Amber.

"That too."

Just then, masses of Apache helicopters, Harrier fighter/bombers, F- 16, and F-18 fighters streaked over the GPHQ. Some were low enough to the ground for Sean to see that they were overloaded with weaponry. Sean ran over beside Taggart.

"Just what are those for Colonel!?"

"Campbell... I know how you stand with Godzilla, but both my and Lieutenant. Collins' job is to defend this country and everyone in it and Godzilla is a threat to all of that. We've got to end this and end it now, even if it means sacrificing the remaining parts of this city. Our soldiers have finally managed to get the city mostly evacuated so the loss of life should be minimal."

"You're crazy!!" yelled Campbell. "There are still people in the line of fire! Besides, before you do anything stupid, let me get to Godzilla. He won't hurt me, I know it."

"You're the one who's crazy Campbell! You were lucky the first time but you won't be the next!"

"I'll find that out for myself, Will," said Campbell.

Taggart sighed in defeat, knowing that he had truly lost control over everything now.

"Don't do anything I wouldn't do."

"You know me, Will. You should have a good idea of what I'll do."

"That's what I'm worried about, Sean. You're a friend of mine and I don't want anything happening to you, man."

"Same to you, sir. But, if I can't get you to stop this attack, I'll wait until after it's over. But I've gotta tell you about this strange gut feeling of mine. No matter what's about to happen, Godzilla won't die."

Everyone in the room looked warily at each other. They knew deep down inside that Campbell was probably right.

Near the Empire State Building

The people who remained in the city were running for their lives, staying one step ahead of Godzilla's crushing feet. Several scrambling survivors hit the deck just as Godzilla's right foot passed high over them and caved the street in when it smashed against the ground. Godzilla then entered a cluster of buildings that completely surrounded him. He looked around in a curious manner, turning around in two complete circles, his tail tearing a huge circular trail in the ground.

Godzilla then braced himself and clutched his arms to his chest. Then, energy literally exploded from Godzilla's fins and began to envelope his entire body. The Earth itself shook under Godzilla's feet as the energy gathered into a tight sphere inside his chest. At the same time, thirty Apache choppers were unleashing their full payload of Hellfire missiles. The deadly payload streaked toward Godzilla. He saw this and stood straight up, throwing his arms out to his sides. The massive amount of energy built up inside of him was unleashed in a spherical pulse wave.

The nuclear pulse lashed out and vaporized the surrounding buildings along with the streams of missiles. The back draft of the detonated missiles engulfed several of the Apaches. They fell in streaks of orange flames. Godzilla turned in quick circle and swung his massive tail. The creature's tail was the last thing two careless Apache crews ever saw. The tail also chopped a long gash into another row of buildings. Three of them toppled over.

The remaining Hellfire missiles from the last few choppers exploded harmlessly against Godzilla's armored back. Suddenly, one of the Apache pilots lost control of himself. He made a suicide run at Godzilla's face, Vulcan cannons blazing. The streams of burning shells clanged all over the monster's face only to get a viscous snarl and scream of rage in return. A blue plasma ray poured from Godzilla's mouth and blasted the helicopter. There was no debris. Collins shook his head in disbelief.

"I've gotta go now. This just can't go on."

Collins ran out doors and jumped into his car. He was headed to join up with the U.S.A.F. squadron assigned to rid the world of Godzilla's menace. Campbell tried to chase him down, but his injuries kept him from it.

"Kyle!!! For the love of God, stay out of this!"

It was too late to stop Kyle. Campbell staggered back inside the HQ. He stopped right at the doorway because a strange sight in the East River caught his eye. The water seemed to crackle with a strange energy. It was electricity. Along the shoreline, at least eighteen long metal shafts were inserted into the river. Each one of them were hooked up to a number of gigantic power cables that ran into the city, certainly from the brand new nuclear plant.

Godzilla remained visible through towering sheets of smoke and fire. The towering inferno of raw power known as Godzilla was clearly headed for the closest and most familiar power source known to him, nuclear power. He was headed for the Manhattan Nuclear Plant.

"My God, that'll take him right back through downtown!" cried Amber.

"Yeah, and look what's gonna be directly in his path in, oh I'd say, the next five minutes." said Campbell.

Amber saw where he was pointing, right at the Empire State Building. But, the military would surely do everything in their remaining power to keep Godzilla at bay for as long as possible. Godzilla was entering the main area of the remaining part of downtown. He stopped suddenly, his foot caving in the street and completely demolishing the subway tunnels below.

Gojira could sense that he was not alone. His sharp eyes scanned the surroundings with a cold, reptilian gaze. The creature's upper lip curled into a brief snarl and he then smashed his right fist into his left palm, which could not have been a good sign.

Immediately, sidewinder missiles and masses of Vulcan cannon rounds began pelting Godzilla from all sides. In between the skyscrapers, Harrier fighter/bombers could be seen weaving and dodging around the skyscrapers, picking their shots as they came.

Godzilla swung wildly at the incoming projectiles. He then stuck out his barrel-like chest, allowing hundreds of rounds of artillery and at least seventy small missiles to slam into him. They did not harm him in the least. Once the smoke and flames cleared away from his body, Godzilla roared defiantly at whoever had assaulted him.

"I knew it," breathed Campbell. "They can't stop him."

Campbell was right. Godzilla had just dealt a severe psychological blow to his opponents. The sight of their weapons being used like toys against this behemoth had severely demoralized the attacking soldiers. Now, it was a guessing game for Godzilla.

He slowly moved from building to building. The little pests that attacked him had to be close by. Suddenly, Godzilla stopped in front of one of the wider skyscrapers and took a deep breath, energy building up inside of him. A familiar nuclear ray blasted an extremely large section out of the center of the wide skyscraper. Through the clearing dust and smoke, Godzilla spotted the culprits. Facing the great monster from the other side of the building was a group of five Harriers.

The pilots screamed in terror at the incredible and awe-inspiring sight of the most powerful living being ever to set foot on planet Earth, a being who was intent on erasing them from existence. They squeezed the firing triggers of each plane to the breaking point. Sidewinder missiles poured through the gaping hole in the building and struck Godzilla mostly in the face. His entire head was covered in flames and rocket fuel. With a scream of pure rage, Godzilla plowed through the already stricken skyscraper like it was a pile of leaves.

The Harriers scrambled in every direction but one of them wasn't fast enough. Godzilla reached out his hand and grabbed the unfortunate aircraft. The pilot's death screams could be heard over many government radio frequencies. Godzilla then attempted to pursue the fleeing jet fighters. Realizing that he wasn't quite fast enough to catch up with them, Godzilla let his nuclear death ray do the job. He narrowed his razor sharp eyes at the Harriers and the energy began to crackle all over his fins. Gojira's eyes illuminated and he fired.

The beam of nuclear fire streaked out and engulfed the escaping aircraft. Some were totally vaporized while others fell from the air like dying fireworks. The flaming hulk of one of the Harriers sailed down right through the display window of a large department store. The ruined store building was put out of its misery by a clean swipe of Godzilla's muscled tail. The destruction went on and on. Block after city block were mowed down by Godzilla's strength and even more were wiped out by his deadly nuclear breath.

Those who helplessly watched the utter annihilation of New York City wondered what could possibly be in store for them next.

"It's like Godzilla is removing the city from existence, just like a nuclear weapon would." mumbled Taggart.

"No." said Campbell. "He's not only trashing the place like a nuclear weapon."

The whole room turned to hear what Sean had to say. His face turned deadly serious.

"... he IS a nuclear weapon. Godzilla contains every quality and power of a thermonuclear bomb. We can't truly destroy an atomic atom and that means... well, what I'm trying to say is that..."

He was interrupted.

"We can't kill Godzilla," finished Amber.

The silence was broken by Godzilla's terrifying voice. He was getting closer.

"That's bullshit!!!!!" protested one of the lower ranking officers. "That monster's alive like all of us. If it lives, it can die too!!"

"You got any bright ideas, smartass!?" drilled Taggart.

The man said no more. In the meantime, Godzilla had the Empire State Building in his sights. There were only a few more rows of various structures in his way and he'd be upon one of the most famous buildings in the world.

Gojira's predatory eyes scanned the building up and down, sparkling with energy here and there. He seemed to have a common dislike for anything taller than he was. As his fins began to blaze with nuclear energy, Godzilla heard the distinctive sound of jet engines. It was New York's seemingly best hope for survival, 'The Gold Scorpions', a squadron of Air Force fighters and bombers led by Lieutenant Kyle Collins.

"Okay Scorpions, line up in attack V-formation. You all know what's at stake."

"Roger that Lieutenant. Collins. We've got that irradiated reptile in sight with A-84E Harpoon and Maverick missiles locked on and ready to fire."

"Roger," said Collins. "Now I've got to apologize to an old friend."

Kyle radioed the G-Project HQ and asked for Sean Campbell. Kyle only had a few seconds to explain.

"Kyle, please, turn back while you still can!" pleaded Campbell.

"I can't do that Sean. We've gotta stop this chaos while we still can and to do that, we're packing missiles that could take out an aircraft carrier with three shots. I'm sorry Sean, but Godzilla's time as come."

"No, don't, you can't!!!"

All Campbell heard was the static of the severed radio connection. He then ran out to the balcony to get a better view of the battle. Godzilla was clearly visible and in the distance, The Golden Scorpions could be seen streaking towards the behemoth. The F-16's and F-18's were moving into attack formation. Campbell ran to the edge of the balcony with Taggart holding him back.

"No damnit! Not this way!!!!" screamed Campbell.

The lead F-16s opened fire at Godzilla's left side while the F-18s attack from the other three sides. Dozens of A-84E Harpoon missiles and A- 65 Mavericks soared toward the surrounded Godzilla. He roared at the multiple projectiles that were on a collision course with his seemingly invincible body. Campbell looked away and closed his eyes, silently cursing under his breath.

The missiles slammed into Godzilla, with at least a dozen hits on his left side, fourteen on his right, and twenty hits on the front and back of his body. Some missiles failed to detonate, striking Godzilla's fins and careening into some of the remaining skyscrapers, the explosions gutting each of them. Godzilla was engulfed in a plume of flames and pure explosive power. His cry of rage was deafening while he continued firing random blasts of atomic fire into the air.

"Come on Godzilla! "If this doesn't get you, then just play dead 'cause I wanna get the hell outta here!!!" yelled Collins.

The aircraft scattered out of the way. Even more missiles struck. The ground underneath Godzilla was completely blown up with nothing but a huge crater remaining. With nothing under him, Godzilla toppled like a redwood tree into the crater. The resounding crash shook the land for several miles.

"Godzilla's down, Godzilla's down!!" yelled Collins.

The fighters continued strafing the crater with missiles and Vulcan cannon fire until they were nearly out of ammo. Finally, some of the F- 18's dropped a pair of unguided free-fall bombs into the crater. An enormous fireball erupted from the crater. The bombs had been full of napalm.

New Yorkers watched the crater burn and burn until it finally was extinguished by the blast of a sidewinder missile before it got out of control. Suddenly, there was a strange rumbling that was coming from the crater. Several tons of dirt and debris were blown into the air as Godzilla rose to his feet.

Several areas of his body still smoldered from the napalm and missile hits. Collins could not believe it and neither could anyone else. Godzilla roared and plunged his hands into the outside edge of the crater, pulling himself out. Godzilla stood back up as the dirt torn up by his climb refilled most of the crater. He began firing.

Jet fighters were vaporized left and right. Collins pulled of every evasive maneuver that he could but accidentally twisted his aircraft back at Godzilla. He found himself locked in the monster's intense stare. Kyle could not get his full concentration back. Godzilla's eyes were too fierce. Those very same eyes flashed with energy has Godzilla opened his immense maw. Kyle swerved the F-18 to the right but the beam caught his left wing. The plane spun out of control but Kyle was able to temporarily stabilize it.

"HQ, HQ, THIS IS LIEUTENANT. COLLINS!!! I'M GOING DOWN, REPEAT, I'M GOING DOWN OVER CENTRAL PARK!!!"

Taggart gave the order to send a rescue chopper and shook his head in confusion.

"Kyle!!!" yelled a panicked Campbell.

"Don't worry I've got rescue teams on the way," said Taggart.

"My God in heaven, what can we do now? He's just laughed off all of our best shots and..."

"Godzilla's at the Empire State Building!" yelled Campbell. We can't stay here. We've gotta go, we've gotta go now!!!"

"Say what!???" questioned Taggart.

"Colonel, I think I can get Godzilla to stop this! We've gotta distract him and make him hesitate and maybe calm down!"

Taggart nodded. He knew he was all out of options.

Campbell and Taggart ran out the doors and boarded an Apache chopper. Amber was right behind them.

"Sean I want to go with you!"

"Amber, this'll be really dangerous."

"But if something happens, I'd want to be by your side."

She put her hand over Sean's mouth.

"Shhhhhh." said Amber. "I know what you'll say, but I'm never going to leave you, never again."

Sean nodded and helped her aboard. The Apache quickly took off and headed at flank speed towards the Empire State Building and Godzilla, hoping the monster's seemingly small streak of calmness would come back to the surface.