A/N: Here's Chapter 4. Please R/R, and enjoy!

"And you realize, Neutron, that they are your responsibility?"

"Of course."

"Good. I don't want them to leave your sight. You are dismissed."

Jim saluted and turned. General Abercrombie stood with his arms behind his back, rigid as he watched Jimmy and Cindy quickly follow Jim out of the large tent.

The walk was silent for a few minutes as they trekked through the sea of tents. Sven was waiting for them, busy spray-painting his rifle with gold paint. He stood as the three arrived and stopped in front of him.

"Ready to rock Jim?" Sven smiled.

Jim slowly nodded his head, and a pained expression overcame his face. "I guess."

"I already alerted Mitch. Everyone's ready."

"We still have a half hour, you know."

Sven scratched the back of his neck. "I know, but better early than anything else, right? I also told Mitch that you'd be leading us."

Jim slapped his forehead as Cindy and Jimmy looked on. "I have to watch the kids. I can't be out there!"

"But- but you have to! You know what's going to happen!"

"I can't, you know that! Go back and tell him that you're gonna lead. I already told the General that."

"Geez, fine." Sven waved his hand and turned away.

"I'll be there for the first couple of minutes."

Cindy turned to Jim after Sven was out of earshot. "What's happening?"

He shook his head. "Another ambush." He pulled his rifle off his back and loaded it. "This time we're ready for it."

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"It's time."

Sven turned and readied his weapon. "You ready?"

Jim nodded. "Three more minutes."

The two crouched behind a large boulder, holding their machine guns at the ready. Twenty soldiers were behind them, waiting for them to give the commands.

Jim pointed toward the roof of a small building. "Will you do the honors? I have to leave."

Sven nodded and stood. With one hand, he pointed his weapon toward the rooftop. "Here goes nothing," he muttered as he fired a spray of bullets in that direction.

"See you in a few minutes." Running from behind his cover, Jim fired a few shots forward and disappeared into the crowd of soldiers. The sound of gunfire rang through the air as he ran back to the tent.

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Cindy stared downwards as gunshots echoed around the town. Jimmy paced around, obviously deep in thought about something. She watched him, resting her head in her hands. To say she was scared was a bit of an understatement. She was terrified. People out there were dying. She put her arms across her knees and laid her head down on them. Normally, she would never let Jimmy see her like that. But right now, she didn't much care.

Her thoughts were interrupted when Jim burst in. She looked up, while Jimmy continued to pace around. "You two okay?"

Cindy didn't answer. She glared at the rifle strapped on his back, before looking back down again.

"We'll be safe here, at least for now." Jim sat down, taking the gun off of his back.

"Is it worth it? All the violence and death, just for some money?"

If Jim hadn't known she was going to say that, he would have been very surprised by Cindy's question. "No. I don't think so."

"Was that king really buried with all that gold?"

It was his turn to look down. He hesitated before replying, "Yes he was. But I'd rather not talk about it right now."

"So where am I right now?" Cindy tried to change the subject, seeing the pained expression on Jim's face.

"The future you is in Nevada, in college."

"And why aren't you?"

Jim still didn't look up. "Because… actually, I'm not really sure. I just never went."

Cindy nodded silently as Jim looked at his Rolex watch. "Where is he?" he muttered, looking up. "He should be here by no-"

Another man burst into the tent. He looked to b a few years older than Jim. His black hair was ruffled and unkempt.

"I came as fast as I could Jim." Reeve shouldered his M-16 and walked in.

"Perfect timing."

Cindy looked back and forth between them. "What's going on?"

"You two stay in here. We'll be done in a second."

Jim pulled a black Uzi from his belt and walked outside with Reeve.

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Reeve looked at his friend. "Well, Jim. Were are they?"

Jim pointed his Uzi toward a house, pulling on the trigger. The window shattered brilliantly, and a Kokator warrior fell to the floor. He spun on his heels, firing a round of bullets into another of the burned-out buildings.

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Jimmy stayed close to the ground, as shots rang through the sides of the tent. Cindy was beside him quivering, hands planted on top of her head. Suddenly, the gunshots stopped… just in time for an ear-shattering explosion. Then retreating footsteps… and more silence.

After around five minutes of the stillness, the two kids slowly stood up and looked around. A few holes littered the side of the tent, showing a clear (although limited) view of the devastation. Cindy was still shaking, rubbing her arms as if cold. More steps were heard as the soldiers returned.

Rubbing his fingers through his sweaty hair, Jim slowly sauntered back into the tent. He sat heavily on his cot and buried his face in his hands.

The two looked up at him, but he just sighed deeply. "War is hell," he muttered, looking up slightly. "Never let anyone tell you otherwise."

Another round of stillness began. Jim didn't look up, and Jimmy noticed he was quaking almost as much as Cindy had a few minutes before.

"Hey Jim," Sven opened the tent flap, throwing his gold M-16 onto the ground. He looked over at Jimmy and Cindy. "You two are alright, right?"

"Fine." Cindy muttered distantly. "Just fine."

"Oh, by the way Jim. The General wants to talk to you."

Jim just nodded, not bothering to get up.

"Hey, man. You okay?" The other man still didn't respond. "You know, in another week, this will all be over, and we'll be back in America richer than anyone else in Retroville."

"I'd like to say we will," Jim muttered incoherently. No one else heard his statement.

"Well, if you're not going to go, I'll tell him that." Sven walked out.

Cindy looked across the tent, concern clearly illustrated on her face. "Are… you alright?"

Jim stood up quickly and started pacing around. "Am I alright? Am I alright?!" He picked his gun up and looked at it, before throwing it back down again furiously. "I just killed people! Do I look alright to you?" he smacked his fist against one of the wooden posts for the tent, and then rested his head against it. "I'm nothing but a damned murderer." He turned, allowing the two to see the tears that began to well up in his eyes. "And for what? Money? Fortune? What's it all about?"

Cindy sat there, staring at him.

"I'd like to be alone for a while." With that, Jim walked back outside.

Yes, this chapter is a bit shorter than the others. Expect a (much) lighter songfic chapter in a couple days. Until then, please review! See ya!