Sloth 2.0 was heading towards it's last station for the night. With Monique and Ron dropped off at their respectable homes, Kim and Dex were enroute to the Possible household.

"I hope the Mall wasn't too bothersome for you." Kim said, throwing a glance at the silent commando occupying the back seat.

"The noise from the music store was annoying. Not much more beyond that." the soldier replied from the floor of the high-tech sedan.

"The new 'Oh-Boys' album not to your liking?"

"Putting it lightly." scoffed the masked trooper,"Sounded more like a prolonged moan than anything else I've heard."

The pair continued in silence for a while.

"I thought Monique's nagging might have gotten on your nerves, that's all." commented the redhead, slightly blushing of guilt.

"Monique's pretty alright." sighed the commando,"Had it worse from BFC's."

Kim looked at the rear view mirror questioningly, trying to catch a glimpse of him.

"Battlefield controllers." elaborated the soldier,"They coordinate ground, naval, air and ex-orb assets during ops. Commandos get a lot of flak when we don't comply with their program."

"Does that happen often?" Kim asked.

"Almost always." Dex responded.

"Shouldn't they be used to it by now?"

The soldier reclined into the back seat, moving his shoulders around.

"They have a tough job. Need someone to vent on." he said calmly.

"Okay, so, I wanted to ask," the redhead started carefully,"How many branches or divisions does your organization have?"

"Quite a few." the answer came curt and vague as she was used to hear.

"U-huh... So, lets say that something gets botched between me and Prima. Is that still a commando... Thing... To deal with?"

The soldier mused in silence for a moment. This silence made Kim feel a slight shiver crawl up her spine.

"I'm guessing, you're asking, if a different branch of Black Ops might be involved, should there be a need."

"Pfffft..." the girl puffed, in, both, stress and relief, slightly raising one of her hands off the wheel, then plopping her wrist down on it," Yeah. Kinda."

"Sure enough, yeah."

"More commandos? Battlefield controllers?" Kim started naming the few branches she knew.

"That and more. Depends on the severity of the situation..."

"Let's say it's a really 'severe' situation and you have to call in the big guns." the girl interrupted, rushing the conversation as to leave the valley of awkwardness of it.

The commando, again, sat quiet for a few moments.

"CARD. It's an elite TechOPS unit."

"Card?" the reflection of Kim's raised eyebrow appeared in the rear view mirror.

"Combat Anti-Robotics Detachment."

"And if that doesn't work?"

"Strategic Weapons Command."

"And if that..."

"I'd shut off my TACCOM so that in the last moments of humanity I could spare myself from hearing the brass chewing me out." the soldier poured out before the girl could finish.

"Whoa." Kim exclaimed, her eyes shooting wide open upon hearing Dexter's response.

"Seeing as how this generation of humanity continues to exist, I'd say that's proof enough that we have yet to goof up so bad as to allow total extinction, so don't bother worrying too much." Dex said, laying back down on the deck of the car.

"I guess that's a good way to look... Wait. THIS generation of humanity?" Kim turned her head towards the back seat, only to see it vacant. She instantly cast her eyes down, only to see a slight shimmering outline of the commando.

"Long story." the invisible man said,"Which would definitively interfere with your driving."

"Oh. Right." the redhead quickly snapped back to the road ahead.

"Guess we're close. I'll need you to hold the door open for while I slip out."

"Shouldn't it be the other way around? Holding a door for a lady while she gets out of the car?" the girl asked.

"Like I said,"Dex said, smirking under his mask," Commandos hardly ever comply with the program."

A/N: Welp. It's short. Obscure. And seemingly pointless. Didja miss me, guys?