"Oh my God! Oh my God! We're gonna die! We're gonna DIE!!!" Finch was hysterical. Storm could hardly believe what kind of state the rookie was in. Hadn't they prepared him for these exact kinds of scenarios in the academy?

"Oh God! I don't wanna DIE!!! I'm too young to die!!!" Finch threw himself at Storm, grabbing at the lieutenant's collar.

"Oh! I know! We'll change back! That's it! We'll change back to tank mode and we'll run! That's it, we'll run! They can't blame us for tryin' to survive right? Right?" Finch was getting worse by the second. Suddenly, he dashed for the controls, babbling about how surviving was not cowardly. Storm reached over and slammed him back into his seat.

"If we change back we're done for. They've got us surrounded and they're under our range. All we can do is wait for reinforcements," Storm said gravenly.

"Wait?! You want us to wait?! WE'RE GONNA DIE! I don't wanna DIE!! For Christ's sake, I'M STILL A VIRGIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Storm backhanded Finch into the wall, his face dark with rage.

"SHUT IT, WILL YA?! WE'RE NOT GONNA DIE IF YOU KEEP COOL!!! DO YOU HEAR ME?!" Finch whimpered quietly as Storm bore down on him.

"I'm sorry," he said meekly, "I came here hopin' to be a hero you know? I-I wanted my mama to be proud o' me, ya know? N-Now I'm gonna die and be n- nothin' but a spec on the f-face of history." Finch's laments slowly grew less coherent and less audible as he sank into his chair, sobbing uncontrollably.

"Oh jeez." Storm muttered as he reached over to apologize. Abruptly, he was interrupted as a huge bone claw was thrust between him and Finch, missing his large hand by inches.

"Oh SHIT!!!" Storm cried as a second claw followed. He quickly grabbed the fire extinguisher and smashed it against the claws, which retreated with a high-pitched screech of pain. Storm's victory was soon overshadowed as the sound of tearing metal grew louder and more hurried.

"Finch! I could use a hand here!" Storm bashed a few more claws back, "Finch!!"

The rookie continued to remain curled up in his chair, muttering to himself now about never experiencing the pleasures of life.

"Dammit." Storm growled as he tossed what remained of the spent extinguisher out one of the many holes in his tank. A head appeared in the hole, salivating as it writhed, trying to bring its lethal claws to bear. Storm crunched his fists into the face of the zergling, using whatever force he could muster. The zergling shrieked and quickly withdrew. Numerous claws found entry into the tank now, ripping through the twisted metal.

Wonder why they haven't hit the power tank yet, Storm wondered, and then was answered as a small explosion rocked the tank. There it goes.

Storm followed Finch's example and collapsed into his seat, convinced that he and his rookie partner were going to die in a fiery ball of combusted vespene gas. He had just about given up all hope when the tearing and shredding suprisingly stopped.

"What the f-" Storm began, but was cut off as the sweet sound of shrieking zerglings and canister explosions reached his ears. An oily slick voice made its way through the intercom.

"You owe me one, you fat son-of-a-bitch!" the voice laughed through the radio.

"Owe you one? I've pulled your ass outta the fire a dozen times! What about settin' you up with Janine cause you didn't have a date for the night off?" Storm roared back. He grinned as he saw the squad of vultures come into view through one of the holes in his tank.

"Janine, shmanine. That worked out to jack-squat," responded the voice.

"Only because you decided to screw a whore on a trip to the men's room!"

"It's called a men's room for a reason, isn't it? If anything, I owe you one less, Richy-boy."

"Hey, none o' that Ed-weirdo," Storm chuckled. Finch looked up from his seat with a quizzical "Huh?"

"We ain't gonna die today after all. My bud, the Eddy on the speaker, managed to do something right for a change."

"Ya know, I can still hear you." Eddy retorted.

"So we'll be headin' back to base pretty soon," Storm continued, "Think you can handle it? Or do you need a stroller?" Finch grinned stupidly and began to start change sequence. Sparks flew from the controls, and something began to smoke badly.

Storm cleared his throat. "Say Eddy, can we hitch a ride with you?"

"That's two less now," came the response.