After Ed and his team of vultures ran off the zerglings, Storm and Finch were escorted back to base. Both were seen in for minor injuries and Finch was made out for psychological reexamination. Storm was soon called into to see his superior officer, Major Dominic C. Volosovich.

"Sir?" Storm announced as he walked into the spacious office. It was large, but overly crowded with shelves and books lining the walls and a very wide table taking up the majority of the floor space. It was there at the table that the major stood, poring over a map that lay there.

"Yes, I need you to come over here. There's something I want you to see." The major's voice was stern and grave, even as Storm struggled to fit through and path he could find, knocking over a number of books and shelves.

"Sorry sir," apologized Storm, stooping over to replace the clutter.

"Don't bother. Just come here," Volosovich replied. Storm made his way over and followed the major's thin finger as it traced the map.

"You were attacked here," he explained, pointing to Storm's former coordinates, "Any idea why?"

"They were attempting to reach our base, sir," Storm answered.

"That seems logical, but the attack was simultaneous with two other attacks here and here," he continued, tracing two other routes, "where the attacks were directed away from the base. Also, the attacks were done by nothing but zerglings, not exactly a force that would be used to attack someone, don't you think? So why do you suppose they attacked this way?"

Storm pondered a moment. "They're after something, sir. All the attacks converge to one point," Storm landed his finger at the central coordinate.

"Ah, very perceptive, Richard. I knew I was right in promoting you," Volosovich grinned slightly. He stood up and looked up at Storm, who followed his example.

"I need you to take a team to that point, find out what the zerg are hunting for, and bring it back here. We may be able to use it for ourselves."

"Yes, sir," Storm saluted and made his way back to the doorway.

"Oh, and one more thing," Volosovich added, "be nice to the rookie, you'll need every man you can take on this mission. We have no idea what's out there." Storm nodded and walked out.

At the debriefing room.

"Alright, we don't know what's out there, so we're going in to find out," Storm explained to his team. They consisted of Finch, who was just released from the psychiatric ward, Eddy, who was looking slyly at Natasha, one of the resident medics of the base, as well as several regular marines, and one ghost, whom Volosovich insisted Storm take.

"We head out at daybreak. That gives you three hours to prep and maybe even get some sleep. We'll need all we got for this. Dismissed," Storm saluted to his team and headed over to talk to Eddy.

"Hey, big guy," Eddy greeted him as he came over, "I know what you're thinkin'. Don't worry, Betty's all ready for you." Eddy chuckled.

"Thanks man," Storm sighed, "I can't remember the last time I had a go with Betty. I might be a little rusty."

"Don't worry, I kept her in good shape for ya," Eddy began to laugh wildly.

"Who's Betty?" asked Finch. He came over from the door after hearing the Eddy's loud snickers.

"Well then. Let's go take him to meet Betty," Storm laughed heartily, resting his arm on Finch's shoulder. He and Eddy guided Finch over to the storage shed. Eddy reached over and keyed in the code for his locker. The door opened with a hiss to reveal a mess of equipment, several pornographic magazines, and in the center, Betty.

"Wow." Finch gasped. Seven and a half feet tall, Betty was massive.

"You were a firebat?" Finch's jaw hung open in awe as he stared at the reddish brown metal suit of armor. The tanks of condensed vespene gleamed brand new. The nozzles and the tubes were cleaned out, the entire suit had a new coat of polish. And across the shoulder of the left arm in painted white stood out one word: Betty.

"Told ya I kept her good shape," Eddy grinned, "Those tanks are new, just bought 'em today when you called us in for the mission. That's three ya know."

"Alright, alright," Storm patted Eddy on the back, "You guys better get ready. I got some catching up to do."