The place was growing increasingly chaotic, which fortunately gave us a small advantage. The Black Ops and the aliens were often too busy fighting each other to notice a small group of stragglers. I watched as members of the unit were attacked by different creatures, dragged up into the ceiling clingers, or otherwise dispatched.

As we walked into the garage, I heard a familiar voice talking to someone. It was Adams. Instinctly, I hid behind a crate, and motioned for the others to do the same.

Adams was standing in the middle of the garage, next to a Humvee. He was smoking a cigarette and addressing another operator dressed in black.

"We have a problem, sir," the operator said. "It's about the bomb."

"The bomb?"

"Yes, sir. The people we had planting it were attacked. They're all dead."

"What?" Adams said.

"And the bomb was disarmed."

"Who did this?"

"Apparently it was a marine, sir. Corporal Adrian Shephard, he's been killing our guys."

"Thank you," Adams said. He reached for his pistol and shot the operative in the head, killing him instantly.

"One less loose end." He reached for his radio. "Echo team, FIND ADRIAN SHEPHARD!"

"Uh, sir?"

"He's an HECU marine. I either want his corpse identified, or brought to me ALIVE!"

Adams lit another cigarette as he paced back and forth.

"That's the bastard who's been killing my buddies?" Grimsberg whispered.

"Yeah," I said. "He would have killed me too if not for your friend's clumsiness."

Adams adjusted his radio frequency. "Bravo Team, you got an update on Bishop?"

"Negative. No sign of her body. Bishop is probably still alive."

"Well make sure she isn't."

Adams was sounding especially frustrated. I can't say I blame him. This whole mission was getting out of hand. I was amazed he was even still clinging to his orders, like he still had any chance of covering this whole thing up and acting like it never happened.

I scanned the garage, looking for a vehicle we could use to get out of here. A Humvee was parked near the exit. An armored vehicle that could hold the four of us seemed like an ideal means of transportation.

I stood and approached Adams, my pistol in hand. He was alone, fortunately for me. I had some unfinished business with him.

"Well, well, well, if it isn't Bishop. Good, now I have a chance to finish what I started."

"You betrayed me,"

"Not exactly," Adams said. "I was just never on your side to begin with. Oh, you didn't think you ever had a chance, did you? You were worthless, disposable. You were a loose end and needed to be eliminated."

"You bastard!" Grimsberg yelled as he approached. "So you're the one who's been killing my guys! You're shooting your own soldiers. What is wrong with you?"

"So this is it?" Adams said. "You're hanging out with them, now? Such a downgrade. No matter."

Adams quickly lunged for Grimsberg's shotgun. I drew my pistol and fired one shot straight into his shoulder. He collapsed to the ground, looking at me as I pointed my gun at him.

"Do it!" Adams yelled. "END ME. You really think you're a soldier?" Adams said. "You're no soldier. You're a coward. You are weak."

"And you, you are not worth my time,"

I made my way to the Humvee, my partners quickly catching up.

Grimsberg walked over to Adams, aiming his shotgun at him.

"Don't," I said. "He's not worth it, and he's dead anyway."

I opened the door and got into the Humvee. The others climbed in. Otis was next to me, Kleiner and Grimsberg were in the back.

I quickly revved up the engines and drove. We needed to get out of there, fast.