Two days later, General Martin sat in his office at the UNMCC base in Okinawa, talking privately with Nicholson and Arkoff.

"So that's that," said the general after he had relayed the story to them. "Godzilla is back in action, Sanda and Gaira are dead, and Gargantua is no more."

"So what now?" asked Arkoff.

Martin gave a shrug of resignation. "Honestly, I'm glad that we don't have to worry about the immediate situation in Japan, and I must concede Doctor Yuma's argument that Gargantua and the G1 studies were dead ends. Furthermore, he and I agreed that if word of the experiments reached the public, it would have reflected badly on everyone. I won't promise that we won't ever consider similar options again, but for now it's probably best to hold off. That being said…" He produced a bottle of whiskey from his desk and three glasses which he filled with the strong drink. "We now know that Godzilla is not strong enough to take on every threat. He only defeated Gaira with the help of Sanda. We know for a fact that there are far worse things soon to come, and we need to be ready; we need to take this battle to the next level."

Nicholson sat up in excitement. "Do you mean…?"

Martin nodded and handed a glass to each of the inventors. "Regretfully, but yes. I have reconsidered your proposal and accepted. We shall put it into action at once." The general raised his glass of whiskey in a toast, though his expression was anything but cheery. "Gentlemen, it is time to commence Project M."