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Chapter 5: Oh... Dude.

The dropship flew over the canyons, and landed near the teal base. A man came out. 'Thanks, Dana, I hope to see you again soon,' He said.
'Goodbye,' the pilot responded.

Wade Zinger.

He is an engineer with SCV licence. Fresh from command, he has a relationship with a pilot, Dana.

He looked around and walked to the command center. He didn't see anyone, so he walked to communications room. As soon as he walked in he heard something behind him. He turned around only to see a giant behemoth of metal standing in the doorway pointing a flamethrower at him. 'If you move you'll be really crispy soon, 'Colonel said.
'This as private Zinger reporting, the SCV pilot.'
Colonel responded: 'Really? You're not getting more drugs, purple. This time I know who you are.'
'But-' Zinger tried to say.
'You're coming with me back to command, purple! Shut up or we're having pork tonight!' Colonel interupted.

I've checked with command, this 'Zinger' is who he claims to be,' Laurens said walking into the room.
'Oh. I knew that,' Colonel said, 'I was just testing him.'
'Right... 'Zinger said, what do you need me to do?'
'Just repare the SCV and guard the base while we are on a recconaise mission.' Colonel ordered, 'Come with me tank-man, we're going for a ride.'

Jane lay on the table, with exposed torso. I've got the medicines,' Tim said, 'You can start the operation.' Jake, out of his armor this time, sliced open Jane's breast, just right through the centre. Dean walked in.
'What the hell are you guys doing? Are you building a sex robot?' He asked. Jake was busy operating, so Tim responded:
'Just a simple operation, nothing to worry about, no need to explain to you. I work on a need to know basis. And she's not my sex-robot.' Hallway replied:
'Wait, doesn't that suggest that you have one but that this is not it?'
'Go clean your bike, private!' Tim said.

Jack Laurens didn't see the purples anywhere, so he went into their command center to complete this recon/raid mision to get the medicines back. He heard voices. Because he might get valuable information he disided to go take a look. He heard the word 'robot' and then the footsteps of someone walking away, to another room. The garage, if this center was build the same way as his. He looked around the corner. He saw a man in the corner in spec ops ghost armour, looking away. And another guy bended over the table, with bloody hands holding a piece of kevlar. He also saw a half naked woman with cut open chest lying on the table. The medicines were below the table, he was never going to get them. The guy that was aparantly the technician/docter modified the kevlar.

Jake took the lead out of the kevlar, and filled it up with a smaller piece of kevlar. He put it on the table besides Jane. He tried to fix up her hart and longs as good as possible, but they would have to heal by them self. There was not much damage, and it would fully heal within weeks. He put the piece of kevlar back into her breast, and wigled it a litle so it fit perfectly. Now al he needed to do was close the cut. After starting by the sides he ran out of wire, and the center was still open. He would have to be creative on that.

Laurens ran back to the tank where the colonel was waiting. 'Did you get it?' The colonel asked.
'I have some terrible news,' Laurens said, 'The purple command aparently desided this place was of big strategic importance- The special ops are here- and that's not all, They have turned one of their crew into a cyborg with kevlar under it's skin. Once they give it armour, they'll have special ops and a super enhanced killer bulletproof sex-robot! We're all going to die!'

Jane woke up. She felt terrible. Jake walked up to her. 'Some party it was last night, 'he said.
'I don't remember,' Jane said. Jake responded:
'Of course you don't. You won the drinking contest against me and Timber counting me and him as one person. Jane felt something on her breast. She touched it, shivered and looked. 'What!!! When did I get this nipple piercing?'
'That was when you lost the bet,' said Jake, 'Tim did it.'