YUA: Hello peoples! Glad to see my story is still in check by some people. Now, answers to the…uh, two reviews.

hao: SPEAK IN COHERENT SENTECES, DAMMIT!!!! Air filter, anti tank?! WTF?! The garg stepped on the tank! STEPPED ON!!! And why the hell is Jennifer a whore? If she was real, she could kick anyone's ass. ANY marine could kick anyone's ass. (Semper Fi!). One more thing. The slave has ONE large eye. And more small eyes. But I said "nailing the creature in it's one large eye." It only has one large eye!

MikeFS: Thank you! I always like to be called evil. Brownie points for you! But I have no brownies, so you can have a rocket launcher! (Dude! What does this button---BOOMINESS!!!) The reason behind the evolution of the aliens is still a mystery, but it will be uncovered in future chapters. And yes, NO story has ever made me cry. Only visuals, like Pearl Harbor and whenever an RPG character dies. I'm very emotional when it comes to RPGs…don't ask. No, seriously, don't ask.

Ok, that's all! Here we go with this chapter! Oh, this time, we start off with Colonel Stalen, instead of our normal trio!

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Half Life: Advanced Generation

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"This is insane! I can't believe they sent us here. They should nuke the place! What can we do against thousands of---"

"Cram it soldier! You were sent here to help save the world, not whine about how hard it is! You're a marine, dammit!" Colonel Stalen glared at the complaining soldier, who was now very quiet and timid. His whole unit had gone into hiding in one of the many storage buildings. It was the roomiest place they could find. Not to mention it was very out of the way.

"Tech!"

"Sir! Yes sir!"

"Get me HQ online. See if they have anything planned."

"Sir!" The tech turned to his radio, frantically switching every single button he saw, forgetting his training on how to keep cool. He pushed the antenna up, and grabbed the microphone, setting it to the correct frequency.

"Come in HQ! Repeat, come in HQ! This is Alpha Team! Requesting reinforcements! Over!" Every soldier in the unit leaned forward, eager to hear the response that could possibly save their lives. Everyone stopped breathing. Static was heard before an answer came through.

"Negative Alpha team. Reinforcements denied. The President has plans to glass the place."

"What?! A nuke?! They can't---" The tech was interrupted as a bullet from Stalen's gun found it's way into the radio.

"S-Sir?"

"We can't rely on HQ anymore. They are taking the security of the country above the security of the marines. I can't blame them."

"But a nuke?! They can't!"

"Why not?"

"What about the treaty?!"

"Do you really think it matters any more?" The tech was silent. Stalen's face had turned grim, and he resumed staring off into space, trying to think of something.

"Dammit! I knew they wouldn't help us. We were just sent here to die! If I ever get out of here, getting laid is going to be the first thing on my agenda."

"SHUT UP PRIVATE!!!" Stalen's face was red with anger, and the soldier zipped his mouth, not daring to let out another word. The rest of the unit was quiet too, but a few chuckles escaped their mouths. Another soldier chimed in.

"I'm gonna go see your mom as soon as we get outta here, Zackary." The unit let out some light laughter, and even Stalen decided to have a little fun.

"I guess all we do is wait. Why don't we pass the time by telling some jokes?" Not much, he thought, but anything to get their minds off of their impending deaths.

"Sppptzzz…" Some static came over Stalen's walkie. He grabbed it from his belt and put it to his ear.

"Colonel Stalen, Alpha Team. Report to coordinates zero-five-two-seven. We've got some new toys for you." The cold, almost serpentine voice was no more, and the team was perplexed.

"We weren't informed of an equipment drop, were we?"

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Jennifer, Jack, and Chad continued forward, with Jennifer leading. She hardly ever blinked, never giving herself the chance to rest. Truthfully, she was afraid. Afraid to die, afraid to be eaten or mutated. She didn't want to go like that. If she was going to die, it would be from a bullet. A bullet from her own gun.

"Where are we? I've never seen this part of the facility before." Jack stared at the new area they had just entered, keeping a tight grip on the trigger of his gun. Chad pointed to some writing on the wall.

"Extraterrestrial Studies. Perfect." Jack groaned, and a bead of sweat dropped down Jennifer's face.

"This isn't a good path. We should find another way."

"What's so wrong with this way?"

"Maybe this is where they spawn from. What if we're walking into their nest or something?" Jennifer took three steps back. It was quite obvious she was afraid. Static fizzled over her talkie, and her heart stopped. She breathed a heavy sigh of relief, and picked the talkie off of her belt.

"Commander Macklevene."

"This is Private Macklevene. The commander was KIA-ed."

"You're the commander now. Move to coordinates zero-five-two-seven. New equipment is to be distributed." The serpentine voice faded away. Jennifer tried to call back, but no answer. All three were puzzled by this sudden order. Jack spoke up.

"Where the heck is zero-five whatever?"

"It's located inside the radioactive material distribution plant. That means we head north, away from this place." Inside, she was elated to get away from this building. She didn't want to find out what was inside.

"New equipment? What do you think they've got?"

"I don't know. I didn't even know we were going to be getting equipment drops during this mission."

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"Colonel Stalen, I presume?" The man that called his name was in a blue suit, with a suitcase handcuffed to each of his wrists. The Colonel stepped forward.

"We were called here for an equipment drop."

"Indeed." The man waved his hand, and two forklifts came from behind him, carrying two very large boxes.

"Inside you will find your…toys…" Stalen looked from the man to the boxes, but when he looked up, the man was gone.

"Damn…weird shit going on here…Tech! Open the box!"

"Sir!" The tech rushed forward, using a crowbar to pry the nails holding the wooden crate together. After he had pulled the last one, all four walls collapsed, and Alpha Team stood in awe.

There, right in front of them, were the most beautiful weapons they had ever seen. One had a large funnel cone for the barrel, with three batteries on the interior. Electricity arced from each battery, and the gun sparked with power.

The other was heavy. A backpack attached to a hose, with the hose attached to the most wonderful piece of machinery they had ever seen. The barrel was a straight cylinder, with only a lever sticking out of the side.

"Sir?" The tech tapped Stalen on the shoulder.

"What is it?"

"The suitcase that he left…it has the plans and instructions for each weapon."

"Godamn! This thing is heavy!" One soldier tried to pick up the backpacked gun, and strapped it on. He staggered backwards a few steps before actually regaining his balance.

"It also has the names…that one is the Gluon gun and the other is the…Gauss Rifle…" The Tech's eyes went wide. The experimental laser weapons. Now they didn't have to wait for the fight. They could bring the fight wherever they wanted.

"Open the other box." The other box was considerably larger, and the Tech need three more marines to help him pry it open. Inside was a whole supply of Gauss rifles and Gluon guns. Stalen smirked. This was too easy. He was just about to grab his very own Gauss rifle, before a lone soldier rounded the corner of a building. Her blonde hair swayed in the breeze, and she ran up to Stalen.

"Sir!"

"At ease, private…private…?"

"Macklevene, sir."

"Where's the rest of your team?"

"Dead."

"Oh." He felt a twinge of pity for her, but pushed it aside.

"Sir? I have something to ask you."

"Yes?"

"I have two scientists with me. They've proven to be quite helpful. Should I kill them or can they help us?"

"Let them come. The President is going to nuke the place anyway. Might as well team up." She turned and faced the corner she had come from.

"Come on out guys!" Two men came round the building, bot holding their assault rifles at their sides.

"Scientists!" One soldier brought his newly acquired laser up, and the two scientists raised their rifles.

"Hold your fire, men. They're joining he team."

"But sir…"

"They're gonna nuke the place! Our mission doesn't matter anymore."

"Yes sir." Both scientists were now very cautious, but walked over to the team.

"I'm Colonel Stalen. Welcome to Alpha Team." His hand extended, and the scientist eyed it suspiciously beofre taking his hand in his own. The hand shake brought the two groups to an understanding, and the soldiers now saw from the scientists' point of view.

"This is Chad Freeman and Jack Salington. They've helped me numerous times." Jennifer introduced them and looked behind the team.

"Oh my God! I thought those weapons were only rumors?!"

"Not anymore." There were just enough left for Jennifer and Chad and Jack. Two Gauss Rifles and one last Gluon gun. Jennifer wondered how the person on her talkie knew she had two scientists with her, but she didn't care. These weapons were going to keep them alive.

"I guess now they want some field testing for these babies." Jennifer patted the Gluon gun before strapping it on he back, and Chad and Jack took the Gauss rifles. Chad examined it, watching the bolts of blue arc from each battery pack to the next.

"Sir…I'm getting movement on the motion tracker…South-Southwest!" Just as he finished his sentence, four creatures had burst through a doorway, making their way into the clearing. All of them were the same type. Bipedal, with numerous tentacles sprouting from around what appeared to be the mouth. The sniffed the air, saw the marines, and charged.

"Open fire!"

The hail of white hot energy cut all but two of the monsters in half. One of them charged forward, getting closer and closer. It was right next to one soldier, whose heavy weapon took time to aim. The creature whipped it's tail around, sending the hooked appendage through the soldier's torso. He screamed in pain, and fell onto his back. Stalen turned and let loose with a single beam of energy from his Gauss rifle, and the laser seared through flesh and bone, cutting a neat hole right behind the eye.

The last alien stayed back, rearing it's head back. It shot forward, and something green came from the thing's mouth. It splashed onto a soldier's leg, who doubled over while screaming in pain. Smoke billowed from his leg, and the green goo melted through his skin. Chad saw the white flash of his femur,. Jennifer nailed the thing with the coiled laser of her Gluon, and the creature convulsed and spasmed before bursting into pieces, showering the team with alien blood and body parts.

"Medic! Tend to this man right away!" The acid gob hit the same man that was struck by the spike. He clawed at his leg like a wild animal, and it took three marines to hold him down so the medic could examine his wound. Only a small bit of his femur had been visible before the medic sealed it with a new method: Bio-foam. The foam acted as a filler, to stop bleeding. It was pretty much a high tech bandage. It was new to the military. Just issued last year, 2016. Now it was 2017. The wounded man wretched and groaned before calming down. The pain had passed, and the injury to his torso was minor.

"I can't believe it. We beat six damn bullsquids without losing a single soldier. It's miraculous!"

"We've got to get going. C'mon! We need to get out of here! Tech! See if you can reach an Osprey!"

"I'm on it sir!"