Erm... sorry for the long delay. I've had to study and other stuff to do, but I bet you a Snark that you probably don't care a dim, so let's go on with the third chapter of this fic, who's name is:

Half-a-penny

(GORDON and ADRIAN teleport back to BMRF. They look around.)

GORDON: Holy cow! This's a mess!

(The doors are wide open. A scientist is lying on the floor, covered in what seems to be fake imitation blood).

ADRIAN: Who's that guy?

GORDON: Let's take a closer look.

(They leave the area, which is filled of ALIEN SLAVE corpses [remember ADRIAN's headshots, remember them!]. They pass the doors, and they discover that the prone scientist is none other than...............................................................................................................................…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………A-E-L-S #2!)

A-E-L-S #2: (Singing under his breath, and looking to the cieling in a crazy way) Pump up your body, give it Macarenna, your body is just for giving it Macarenna, pump up your body with Macarenna…(Stands up from prone vigorously and all the fake blood stays in the floor) *HEY!* MACARENNA! (Starts cha-cha-chaing with unknown vigor for someone who looks like Albert Einstein. GORDON and ADRIAN look at each other and join in the insane man. Just when they jump up and down, A-E-L-S # 2 stops dancing abruptly.)

ADRIAN: (Irritated) But we were on the good part!

A-E-L-S #2: (His eyes start flashing, starts talking over-dramaticaly) The aliens... al the fake carnage... the ketchup... the Big Mac... I can't stand it... (he belches and his head explodes)

(ADRIAN and GORDON recoil and get out of the place, whacking the door with the crowbar. They see S-W-G #2 performing CPR on SECURITY GUARD #2, who's also covered with fake imitation blood. GORDON and ADRIAN stop and watch this.)

GORDON: (To S-W-G #2) Is it working?

S-W-G #2: (Surprised) Freeman!! You're alive!! (Under his breath) Darn it!! Should've paid those aliens better...

GORDON: Huh?

S-W-G #2: Oh, nothing... no, it isn't working, I think I should give him mouth-to-mouth breathing... (He gets, down, opens his mouth, approaches it to SECURITY GUARD #2...)

SECURITY GUARD #2: (Stands up abruplty, jumping) NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

S-W-G #2: (VERY surprised) I thought you were fainted!

SECURITY GUARD #2: (Playing innocent) Me? Erm... yeah...

GORDON: (Looks at the elevator, and points it) What's that?

S-W-G #2: It's an elevator. Go there to take it.

GORDON: (Looks at SECURITY GUARD'S #2 gun and points it) What's that?

SECURITY GUARD #2: It's a gun. It kills aliens, terrorists, and terrorist aliens...

GORDON: (Impressed) Ooh......... can I have it?

SECURITY GUARD #2: (Angry) Over my cold undead body!!!

GORDON: (Disapointed) Ooh..... (Curious again, points at something) And what's THAT?

S-W-G #2: (Turns around to look what has GORDON pointed to) (Afraid, and emphatically points to it) It's a bug! Kill it! Kill it! Kill it! Kill it! (Runs to a computer generator, and stands on top of it shouting "Kill it!, kill it!, kill it!")

(After an action scene in which ADRIAN depletes all of his Mp5 grenades, and in which S-W-G #2 screams "Kill it!" all the time, the bug dies)

ADRIAN: (Dries his sweat in a military way) Whew! I need a pop soda!

S-W-G #2: There's a pop soda generator upstairs, maybe if you take the elevator you can get it and get your soda.

GORDON: (Adventorous) Well, what are we waiting for?

ADRIAN AND GORDON: (Shouting, very enthusiastically, arms outstreched) To the pop soda generator!

(Nothing happens)

SECURITY GUARD #2: Er... I'm no scientist, but I think you've got to actually walk to get there.

Gordon and Adrian look disapointed and walk towards the elevator together and take it, holding hands.

GORDON: Er, Adrian, any clue why you're holding my hand?

ADRIAN: Emh..... no (Blushes).

In the next chapter, our module protagonists go in the quest for a pop soda. As way too many authors say, read and review.