Author's Note: How was the last chapter? After 5 chapters, i finally made Cage die :) I woke up one day with the idea of incorporating more "powers" that the alphas had to make Cage something like a supersoldier, along with Rita. Do tell me if you enjoy it! It's something new i'm experimenting with, and i want to hear from you, the readers. Anyways, hope you enjoy this chapter!

Cage sat upright on his bed, rubbing his head as another splitting headache struck him relentlessly. He pondered his options, armed with the new knowledge that he should be able to teleport just like how that green alpha did. Cage focused at the far end of his quarters, and tried to teleport there. Nothing happened. He tried holding his breath. He tried saying "teleport" out loud, as stupid as it sounded. Still, nothing happened. Cage flopped back on his bed in frustration - he needed to figure out how the teleportation idea worked before the attack came at night. After a while of sulking in bed, Cage got up and did the same that he did the previous life, try to get to Rita and train in the suits together with Dr Carter.

Cage found himself running alongside Rita, the servos of the CENOS whirring almost silently as he kept pace with her. The landscape sped past as they picked up pace, hitting the top speed of the suit. Cage had long given up small talk, his sole focus on training Rita on using the suit to repel the attackers at night. Cage's thoughts wandered as he ran on and on, allowing Rita to get used to the speed of the suit. He thought about the morning, where he had tried to teleport. He had pulled Dr Carter aside and told him about the green alpha and the ability to teleport, and to get any ideas as to use the ability. Dr Carter had only shrugged and replied that the humans were barely knowledgeable about the blue alpha's ability to reset time, and now there were more abilities to think about. Cage sighed in despair as the sun set beyond the horizon, and darkness fell. The attack was imminent, and he had not figured out anything yet. He looked at his in-built clock display in his helmet. 18 17 hours. The mimics would arrive in roughly half an hour, raining destruction on the base. "The mimics will be coming soon." Cage glanced over towards Rita, and gave her a nod of acknowledgement. They had laid out battle plans and how the mimics would attack the base. They had tried to warn the General again, to no avail. "The base in impenetrable!" He had thundered. "No mimic can set foot or whatever disgusting shit they have for legs on this base! Don't waste my time with stupid ideas and theories like that again." Cage and Rita had long suited up, arming themselves with whatever they needed. Cage opted for his suit's basic weapon setup, the modified handgun, his favourite rifle and a newly prototyped weapon, an energy based weapon made from mimic technology. "It's called the tesla MKI" Dr Carter had said proudly. "My own invention. I managed to salvage a javelin that didn't detonate

Cage and Rita had long suited up, arming themselves with whatever they needed. Cage opted for his suit's basic weapon setup, the modified handgun, his favourite rifle and a newly prototyped weapon, an energy based weapon made from mimic technology. "It's called the tesla MKI" Dr Carter had said proudly. "My own invention. I managed to salvage a javelin that didn't detonate somehow, and managed to use the materials inside to fashion this gun. It's somewhat like an alien taser that doesn't require reloading, you just have to recharge the battery packs i installed. It's simple, just point and shoot. The gun will be able to fry a mimic from the inside out, but sorry if it backfires. It's alien technology after all, and I don't really have unlimited lives to test that out." Cage had grabbed it and tested it in the training ground, and the metal claw that was supposed to act like mimics had exploded, the electronics overheating as thousands of volts of electricity raced across the circuitry. The General had reprimanded Cage, and it did not help that Cage had come to the General about the attack again.

Meanwhile, Rita had armed herself with the same rifle Cage had, and a serrated knife that was extremely effective when coming to hand-to-hand combat with the mimics. The blade was made to vibrate at a high frequency, so fast that the blade blurred slightly. It helped to cleave through muscle, tissue, mimic armour and pretty much anything that the mimics were made of. It could make an extremely clean cut with minimal effort, something Rita treasured a lot. Of course, Rita carried her favourite sword, the sword that had helped her achieve victory in Verdun. She had taken a liking to it, after coming close to death's doorstep but was yanked back by her trusty sword. Cage and Rita finished up final battle preparations and prepared to hide in the nearest hanger in zone A. Cage checked the clock in his helmet again. 18 42 hours. "Anytime now." He breathed into his helmet, the comms radio long checked and prepped for combat. "Roger, I'd take the left flank." Rita had her rifle at the ready, a gleaming weapon that all marines used and was in-built into the jackets. It was a semi-automatic that ripped through mimics , but had a hard time breaking through the thick armour that mimics tended to have around their head sections. For that though, Rita had her trusty sword and the serrated knife. All Cage and Rita could do was just wait, in the darkness of the hanger as the night fell deeper into the darkness.

The first sirens blared as the first wave of mimics bore down towards the base, the might of a thousand mimics. The defensive walls shook as the bodies of mimics pounded against it, the turrets coming to life. The turrets immediately started gunning down mimics, the air full of 40 mm bullets as the turrets shot them out of the twin barrels at a hundred miles per hour. The bullets tore through mimic armour platings, entry holes appearing all over the mimics that took the bullets for the army. The bodies of mimics started to pile up against the wall, as the unending waves of mimics crawled over their fallen, slowly scaling the wall in a gruesome irony that they had to sacrifice some of them to push forward. Cage and Rita held their breath as the walls shook but was not breached, due to the armoured layers they had furnished the wall with - making it almost impermeable. It consisted of glass fibres that had millions of nanobots in a single square metre. The nanobots are able of sacrificing themselves to repair the wall, technology salvaged from the tissue regeneration genes of the mimics, a breakthrough when research teams were able to dissect a fresh mimic corpse. The CENOS that Rita and Cage were wearing were actually made after the wall and the technology, however like all things, they never lasted.

As the first mimic reached the top of the wall, it let lose a screech that could be heard for miles away - the signal that the mimics had breached the base. One by one, the defensive turrets were overrun as the mimics leapt from the ten-metre high wall and into the base. Soldiers started to fire as the mimics dropped to the ground, their guns screaming as they spat bullets upon bullets. Mimics screamed in a high pitched whine as they shuddered when the bullets thudded against their armoured platings. "Now!" Cage and Rita sprung their trap, the duo coming from the North and South, flanking the massive wave of mimics and working their way towards each other. Cage took out the first mimic of the battle easily, a shot straight through the mouth like appendage of the mimic that wormed its way through the entire head, punching through the back of its mouth as the creature spasmed in its last death throes. His sensors indicated another mimic barrelling down on his 9 o'clock, and he instantly shot a javelin shot into the mimic's body using the tesla gun. The mimic screamed in its high pitched whine, as a few thousand volts of electricity discharged into its body. On the other flank of the mimics, Rita sliced through her own first mimic kill of the battle by gripping her sword with both hands and slicing upwards as a mimic leapt towards her. What used to be a fearsome alien creature that had took the lives of millions was reduced to two smoking heaps of alien muscle and armour as Rita turned towards the swarm of aliens that were invading the base.

"One down, a few million left."

They hacked, slashed and shot their way towards each other, the seconds blurring into minutes, the minutes blurring into hours. The sun rose and cast the base in a red shadow as the battle ended, the green alpha not turning up to the battle at all. Had it, too, awoke from its slumber knowing that Cage had the power too? Maybe because of that fact, the invasion of the base had continued but the arrival of the green alpha had not taken place. Whatever the case, Cage was glad he could live for a new day. He breathed heavily as he glanced over at Rita, the blood of mimics splattering their suits. Containment teams had already been dispatched to clean up the remains of the mimics, while being accompanied by soldiers lest there were stragglers around the base. Communications and video imaging were still down, the message passed by word of mouth down the chain of command. The blood soon disappeared from their suits, the nanobots within already breaking down the putrid chemicals the mimics were reduced to. A soldier caught up with Cage as he started towards the surviving hangers. Cage recognised the soldier as Mark Wilson, a joker he had once had the misfortune to teach. A freshie out of boot camp, he was in his early twenties and had jet black hair. Mark was known for his drawling Asian voice, both parents being Japanese who were killed in the first wave of mimics that had landed on Earth. He was short and scrawny, no taller than a metre and a half. Mark was so scrawny that since muscles were called guns, he probably had water guns for muscles. However, his speed and stamina made up for his lack of strength. Able to run a mile under five minutes, he was almost superhuman when it came to running. For that exact reason, after Cage had submitted his report on Mark being a total useless soldier at shooting, he was used as a runner and scout, trained in the art of stealth and demolitions. He was one of the few men to be put in a newly made squadron called the Demolition Devils, a bunch of misfits that were somehow skilled in the art of sneaking in and out of fortified enemy positions and sabotaging enemy operations. They were, however, known for their first battle, where they single-handedly took out almost an eighth of the mimic's army strength through underground mines, burying the mimics alive as they tried to burrow underground. Since the division had been recalled back to base to stop operations due to dwindling army size, they were used as messengers instead.

"Sir, The General needs you two in his office ASAP." Mark said after a smart salute.

"Sure thing, let me just get out of my suit first. Relay my message to him that I'd be there in ten." With a nod, Mark sped off towards the General's office, as Cage nodded at Rita to continue walking. The battle fatigue started to wear heavily on them, as the adrenaline wore off and they felt the effects of straining their bodies. Ahead of them, hanger 8A stood proudly, save for a few craters here and there around the hanger, as buildings around the base burned brightly under the rising red sun.

Author's Note: Chapter 6! Finally it's done. It took a while to churn this out as i took a short break from writing. I was spurred on to continue writing all of a sudden when i found the book i have been looking for - all you need is kill. It's a book that possibly, if not inspired the movie edge of tomorrow. I did a few comparisions, took a few ideas and drawn up a few more side plots and all. Be sure to watch out for new characters or hints that i will be dropping in the next few chapters.

Another thing i wanted to talk about is the quality and quantity of chapters - School is starting soon for me and i don't want to be held down by continuously thinking/writing this story, hence the frequency of new chapters will take a while. However, the quality and length of chapters will be better, since i will be a taking a longer time to write a new chapter. I can't promise anything now, but i'm sure that you will notice the difference in my writing soon.

Lastly, keep the reviews coming! I enjoy reading your constructive criticism, or simply feeling guilty at the comments that complain about my cliffhangers. (maybe not) I usually reply reviews with a rather lengthy personal message, feel free to drop a review asking anything about me or the story and i'd reply you soon! I enjoy reaching out to my readers after all. If you have any suggestions about plot ideas or ways to improve my writing skills, just pm me.

That's all i have for this chapter and author's note, i hope you enjoyed this chapter and as always, see you next chapter! :)