The marines looked on at the forgotten base. The hot Martian dust whipped past them in a howling wind, blinding them for a point, And then continuing to shuttle bay 9. Don led the group of marines, And finally they located a stairway into the base. "You guys go in first." Don said over the radios. And so they crawled down to the large door that had a working power computer screen. It desired a code.

"Monica! We need codes for doors 4- 8" Don hailed the ship.

"Alright, Don. Decoding now..."

"Alright." He switched off his radio, only to be interrupted by gunshots. It was Brandon, Shooting at an oncoming creature. Don immideatly helped Brandon shoot it down, And slowly walked across the concrete slab of a landing zone towards the dead creature. It was an odd brownish creature with spikes that emerged from the body.

"What the hell...?" He asked aloud, The others coming towards it, Looking at it.

"Don?" Monica asked from the ship.

"Monica, Do you have the codes?" He asked, Walking back to the door, Leaving the creature in the burning hot sun.

"Yeah. The codes are all roughly the same. It's 6511-blank and just impute the number painted on the door where the blank is."

"Can do," replied Don, Imputing the numbers 65119, As the door slid open.

They came into a room, An EXTREMLEY large room, The size of about 6 city blocks. This was a storage room, Full to the rim with boxes, Ammo, Etc. Well enough to make shelters. They all came through, Jim pressing a button; The airlock closing behind them. Luckily, Britney had oxygen stored up in her backpack, About 580 hours of clean breathing air for the city.

Don cleared his thought.

"Alright, Me, Brendon, And Morta will go explore the city, The rest of you stack up those boxes and use your equipment to make some sort of outpost here, With enough space for you all to sleep. I'm going to have Arnold come down and Bring four boxes of ammo for a mini gun turret, One man-powered, The other three computer controlled. We cannot have another disaster like what happened 2145, we need top defensives positions at all times, No matter what. Make sure there is enough, And I mean enough room for 16 people, all boxed off in a sperate room of boxes. You people have been trained for this, Take any metal and mold it to the ceiling, Nothing should be able to get in or out besides us. We were trained for this, Now do it. Make it so, We have plenty supplies to do so, This MUST be our base inside of a base, It may sound far fetched people, But we can do it. Begin to work on it, Marines." Don ordered, Him, Brendon and Morta leaving the large room, As all the others began grabbing spare supplies, Boxes, Ripping wall tiles and molding it to the ceiling and such, This was to be the base, The large base of the Special Operations Team.

The group of three moved throughout the hallways, Skeletons lining the floor, Odd scratch marks on the wall.

"Something happened here..." Brendon Muttered. "Something."

"Evil." Replied Morta, Her eyes widening as she noticed some of the scratches spelled out words. "Die...Burn...Suffer..."

"What!" Don shouted. "What's wrong with you?" He then noticed what she was looking at. The scratches spelled out words of evil, 'die, burn suffer, die, burn, suffer, die, scum' and so on. "Now I understand." Random muttered. "2145... I know what happened..." Don raised an eyebrow. "W..what are you talking about?"

"Don't you see? Hell."

"Hell?" asked Morta.

"Yes..." Random muttered. "The teleporters back then... They must've connected to hell. It all makes sense now... The writing... The audio clips... The screaming... The odd trances people became. This is... This was.. a hell invasion." He stopped. "Oh god no..." Was all he could mutter before it hit.

A fireball hit him in the back, Instantly scorching through the armor, Brandon screaming out in utter agony and pain, Soon subduing to death. Don couldn't help him. No one could have. He looked up, Seeing another creature. Instantly, It was shot down by Morta and him, But the loss of Brandon brought them down. "It's true... He was right."

They both wandered back to base. "Brandon is dead."

"Huh?" Britney asked. "How?"

No one awnsred.

"Hell." Don finally replied.

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