I looked to see which ravens died. The names were John Lindley, Patricia Peterson, Donovan Quest, Nathan Gibbs and Phyllis Duncore. Patricia Peterson and Phyllis Duncore's ACs were completely obliterated by the tank AC's linear cannon, due to the fact that both had lightweight ACs.

Of the critical condition, Soni's name was the only one I could pay attention to. I ran down to the hospital area of the building.

"Which room is Soni Windell in?" I asked the nurse.

"Room 8," she said.

I ran as fast as I could to room 8 and saw Soni. There was a big bandage, half soaked in blood, wrapped around her right arm. There was also a bloody bandage over her head too. I asked the computer what happened.

"Soni Windell suffered from a piece of shrapnel of her own AC embedded in her right arm. Another piece hit her head, causing severe trauma. Right now is in critical condition and in a coma," responded the computer.

I had to figure out who did this.

~

Checking footage of the battle from GC's security cameras, I zoomed in on the MTs and ACs. All of them had an emblem. The letters NC on a light blue web of hexagons. This seemed familiar, but I couldn't figure it out at the time. Global Cortex's emblem is the letters GC with an orange circle as the background.

Back in my room, I turned on my computer and looked at my bank account. AC repair was the most I ever had to pay. I needed a replaced right arm, right leg, extensions, head, back weapons, laser blade, and radiator; I required repairs for my left arm, left leg, and core; some internal repair on my left arm and core; and an ammunition refill for machine gun. Well there's a relief, not everything needs to be replaced or repaired. Cost: 100,000 Cr.

I was in debt of about 25,000 Cr. I'm probably never going to get out of that. I needed to find a way to get more money. I went down to the mission room to find out what missions there was.

"Hey man, I'm sorry about what happened to Soni," Todd said behind me. He was on a different mission at the time.

"Don't remind me, it was my fault she ended up that way, it was either me or her, and I chose her," I said.

"Dude, shut the fuck up! You had no idea she was right behind you! It was no one's damn fault!" Todd yelled. He had a good point.

"Whatever man, just leave me alone," I replied calmly. Todd left the room giving me a disgusted look.

I checked the missions. 'Retaliation' was the mission's heading. It was from Global Cortex and paid off 40,000 Cr. In advance and 60,000 Cr. Upon completion. I clicked on it, to see what it was about. The briefing said:

The recent attack on the Global Cortex HQ was catastrophic and devastating to the Cortex's employees, supplies, and morale. This cannot be shrugged off. We must retaliate. Sources show that the attackers were from the Nerves Concord Earth Branch. They brought about 24 ravens from Mars and recruited 31 more for their democratic cause. All but 2 of those recently recruited ravens were taken prisoner or killed during the recent fight

This mission's objectives are to launch a covert assault on the Concord's HQ stationed in nearby Skyline City. 4 other ravens will be accompanying you on this mission. The base is to be infiltrated and a bomb planted in the reactors of the building. If you are discovered, 24 Martian ravens plus countless MTs will be on your ass. Failure is not an option

This was the mission for me. I accepted it. My allies were Lynn Dawnings, an excellent sniper and master of covert; Scott Raymir, an accomplished arena contender, he excels in heavy weapons; Daniel Smith, a new raven, but very skilled in machine guns; and Sandy Chu, an expert in shot guns and laser blades.

With the 15,000 Cr. now in my bank, I was ready to start my next mission. I went to the garage and prepared to launch.