A/N: Looks like this is the literal vacation chapter, written to you from the lovely (And very humid) islands of the Bahamas! So i'm just saying this chapter is short becasue I'm running off of my Grandparents wifi and am not expecting to have a stable connection... so enjoy this chapter for now while I put together a nicer one for next time.

"Jesus christ." Sighed Wulff as he looked between the other members of Hunter Squad, including a slightly upset Nikolai.

"Hey Doc… have fun out there?" Nikolai asked, his voice eerily calm.

"Well yes, it was quite enjoyable. However, seeing you speared by that…" Wulff was interrupted by an irritated yell.

"That fucking oversized pigeon was bullshit! It shot god damned feathers from its wings, did they tell us about that? No, those two assholes didn't say shit!" Nikolai had officially entered rant mode and bantered on and on to noone in particular about his encounter with the "Oversized Pigeon".

As Nikolai ranted on and on, Wulff turned to Simons and Hastings, giving Simons a curt salute before speaking.

"It went… about as well as Map is putting it out to be. Safe to say we saved their asses… but…" Wulff stuttered as he rubbed the back of his neck.

"But?" Simmons asked, his eyebrow raising under his helmet.

"But, it appears that the soldiers take our revival process worse than those civilians in that town… safe to say dying in front of the military is a bad idea, unless you want them to see us as a threat like the Grimm things they have down there." Wulff finished as Simmons nodded, taking a seat on the transports bench.

Simmons knew that diplomatic relations would be difficult, but upon seeing that the native military force would see them as a threat, no sooner trust them, they were in for a rough ride. Additionally, the fact that their process of being almost unstoppable super-soldiers required imitating the enemies of the entire planet's population Simmons could only see relations degrading as people's views about them were swayed by media and mere rumors.

"Man… I really wish we still had a PR department in the SEN, I actually miss those over-charismatic spokespeople." Simmons leaned back as he put a hand on his helmet and thought.

"Not to mention those god damned feathers, I know i've talked about them before but christ…" Nikolai was interrupted by a hard slap to the side of the helmet.

"Just just the hell up, if you were even remotely perceptive you would have noticed no one has been listening to you for the past several minutes." Wulff said in a monotone, oblivious to the pout Nikolai now wore under his visor.

Just as Simmons was about to speak the pilot spoke through the speakers in the cargo bay.

"This is your captain speaking… it appears as though we are going to be experiencing some turbulence in our immediate future. Like… holy shit," The pilot paused as the transport shook, "Right now, we got an unidentified craft on our tail!" The pilot finished as he took evasive maneuvers.

"Why the hell aren't we in the upper atmosphere right now!" Simmons yelled back as the transport shook again.

"Well, you see… the EMP that we dropped on that position we picked up Doc from is still interfering with our subsystems, making travel in the upper atmosphere problematic to say the least." The pilot shot back as he twisted the stick, a thumping sound now distinguishable over the din of the engines.

"What the hell is that?!" Nikolai asked as he opened up the side door to the transport and leaned out, Wulff following suit, the form of a strange military craft visible behind them.

The sharp metallic structure of the craft behind them reminded both Wulff and Nikolai of the station they had just helped. Nikolai closed the door as several rounds whizzed past the opening, bouncing off the side of their transport. Wulff took a seat as Nikolai fell backwards with the next maneuver. Simmons cursed under his breath as he rushed to the front of the craft.

"Why the hell aren't we outrunning that thing?!" Simmons yelled to the pilot, basically right into his ear.

"Because of that fucking EMP! Jesus, it's not like I said that before." The pilot shot back as he rolled the craft, just barely dodging another burst from the fighter's weapons.

The co-pilot flipped a few switches as he pulled on a different headset. The communication unit fuzzed before giving out a solid tone. The co-pilot nodded before handing Simmons the headset and nodding. Simmons raised the mic to his helmet as he spoke.

"Unknown military craft, identify yourself." Simmons started but was interrupted by the craft chasing them.

"No, you're the one who needs identification here… you have entered Vale Airspace and are required to stop your craft now or be shot down!" The other craft's pilot spoke.

"What the hell do you mean, "will be shot down"?! You've been trying to shoot us down for the past minute!" Simmons shouted back, a growing anger in his voice becoming prevalent.

As Simmons continued his shouting match with the pilot of the hostile aircraft, Nikolai soon discovered that the fighter behind them want the only one. Looking out the left side window of the transport Nikolai spotted another aircraft lowering from the upper cloud cover. Quickly swiveling his head he spotted another one lowering from cloud cover on the right side.

"Major…" Nikola said, tugging on Simmons cape.

"What?!" Simmons replied in an angry manner as he turned away from his verbal dogfight with the pilot of the aircraft behind them.

"There are two others…" Nikolai pointed out as he motioned to both sides of the cockpit, Simmons quickly spotting both of the aircraft that now covered them on three sides.

"Is there anything you can do to lose them?" Simmons asked the Pilot as he turned around and gave Simmons a shrug.

"Is that all you can do? Shrug! Fine, keep flying… We'll handle the hostiles." Simmons said as he exited the cockpit with Nikolai.

The pilot turned around and gripped the stick harder as he pulled an extra harness over himself and buckled in. He knew from experience, that this was going to be a bumpy ride.

A/N: Well thats the vacation chapter... hope you guys will be looking forward to the next one, that I'm writing from home and not the island paradise... enjoy your week as I enjoy mine! Take care and see you next time.