"Spike! Spike! Wake up! Are you ok?" Harry said. Spike slowly opened his eyes, a thick fog was blocking most of the suns rays, it looked like a battlefield. Spike looked around, and saw he was on the road. He slowly stood up, Harry assiting him. The window of the Jeep was shattered. He looked at Harry's face, and it was covered in a black substance. He rubbed his eyes.
"What happened?" Spike said, coughing. Andy came up from behind the Jeep.
"You wrecked the Jeep, and you went flying out the window. Thank God you're not dead. I flew in the woods, Andy woke me. He stayed inside...I think." Harry said. Andy walked up to the soldiers.
"Are you okay?" Andy asked. Spike gave him the thumbs up. Andy was bleeding from his head, and his shirt had a gaint rip on it, and blood was stained onto it.
"Does the Jeep work?" Spike said.
"Don't know, we haven't tried it." Andy said. Spike limped over to the Jeep, and turned the keys, the car coughed. Finally, it started. Andy and Harry got in. Spike looked through the shattered glass. He looked at the men in the Jeep. He shifted into reverse.
"Where are we going?" Harry asked, as Spike backed out of the phone booth.
"I wanna see his body. Make sure the bastard's dead. You guys still got the guns?" Spike said, looking back at the men. Andy held up Drake's shotgun.
"I don't have anything." Harry said.
"I got my Eagle." Spike said. They men drove through the woods in silence. Spike felt very tired. The ride felt longer than it had when they fled from the camp. Spike saw something on the road, and he stopped.
"What are you doing?" Harry said. Spike said nothing, but stepped out. He walked over to a body, completely black from fire burns. It was Drake. Harry walked up behind him.
"He was gonna betray, Harry. Wonder why they wanted him alive?" Spike said.
"I don't know. Maybe the Sergent had different plans, but didn't tell us. We'll find out soon." Harry replied quietly. Spike walked back into the Jeep, but Harry stood there for a moment. He, too, then walked back into the Jeep. They drove by the body, and began to see something that resembled a cabin. They continued driving, until they reached their base. Spike stopped the Jeep, and the men got out.
"Harry, find a gun." Spike said, as he looked around the base. He found the laptop under a pile of ash. He sat down, and opened it, and the screen had a crack into it. He pushed on, and amazingly it still worked. Once it loaded, he sent an email to Walberg.

Sergent, we will be coming home soon, so be ready. If Jason's body might be completely destroyed, but we will try to bring a leg, or something back. See you in a few. Spike.

"What's that?" Andy asked, benting down beside him.
"A computer." Spike said.
"Shit, they get that small?" Andy said.
"They get smaller. This is a military laptop, they are called, certain cilivian ones hook onto ears, and a screen goes across one eye." Spike said. Andy stood up and walked away. Spike turned the laptop off, and put it in the Jeep.
"There's nothing left." Harry said.
"Found the laptop. Still works, too." Spike said.
"Holy shit, you serious?" Harry said, and Spike nodded. "Does it got solitare?" They all laughed.
"Now, let's go find whats left of him." Spike said. The men climbed into the Jeep, and drove down into the lake. It took five minutes to get to the bottom. The men got out of the Jeep, and began walking.
Soon, they came across a small pool, inside was Jason.
"Jesus..." Andy whispered. Jason's body was mutilated, his ribcage was completed charred, and his intenstines were all out. His left leg was only bone. His lower jaw was missing, and his face was black.. The men stood there, looking at his remains. It was a scary thing to see, and yet it felt like a burdon lifted off there shoulders.
"Well, we have all of our objectives completed." Harry laughed. Spike chuckled.
"Who are you guys, anyways?" Andy asked. The men looked at him. Jason opened his only eye, and looked at Andy. Even though he was charred, he still wanted to kill them. He could barely move, though.
"The 6 of us were sent from the future to kill Jason, to leave suffering from generations that were chopped apart," Spike said. His hand slowly tightened into a fist. His strength was returning, and fast. " and I think we just did."
He finally gained enough strength to attack, Jason sat up from the pool, and grabbed Andys leg. He ripped his pants, as Andy began hitting with with the buttstock of the shotgun.
"Oh shit." Harry said, and jumped onto Jason, trying to get him off. Jason grabbed Harry's shirt collar, and threw him back. Spike pulled his eagle out and shot him. Andy took the shotgun, put the barrel on his forehead, and pulled the trigger. Harry ran up to the men. The sound of bone crushing echoed, both Jason's skull, brain going everywhere, and Andy's collar bone.
"Oh my God, my shoulder!" Andy screamed.
Harry all of the sudden dropped to his knees and his face dropped into the water. Spike check his pulse, but he was gone. Spike stood slowly, and looked at Andy with the look of great anger and sadness.
"What did you do! You killed him!" Spike said, pointing the gun at Andy's face. He raised his hands in the air, but did not answer. Spike seemed even more upset with the still echo of his voice. "What did you do! You bastard! You were working for Jason!" Spike continued to scream. He yelled at Andy again, but only echo.
"I didn't do anything." Andy said. Spike cocked his head. " I don't know-" Before Andy could finish a small bullet went into his skull. He fell backwards onto the ground, eyes staring out into the smoke-filled sky.
Spike stood there, still holding the handgun where Andy once stood. The silence had seemed like days, but Spike slowly lowered his gun. He looked around at the bodies. Harry laid there in the water, only inches from Jason's body. He sat down, with a hard thump, and began to cry. To Be Continued...