I awoke to the steady sound of a heart beat monitor. Oxygen tubes were running into my nose, a blood pack was dangling above my head, and I was hooked up to it. My left leg was hoisted up, with a bandage wrapped around my shin. More bandages were wrapped around my waist. The air was cool, but my right wrist burnt like hell and I didn't know why. I heard chatter in the hallway, but I was too weak (lazy) to lift my head up and look. I could tell it was a male and a female, but nothing more than that.

"I'm sorry sir, but he's asleep. Please leave him be."

"I'm a good friend. We saved each other's asses, and now he needs me." I heard a familiar voice.

"Willis, you Sunnava Bitch!" I called out.

Willis walked into view with a huge grin on his face. He sat down next to me.

"Try not to grin so wide, you might break your face." I chuckled.

"Have a nice nap?" Willis asked.

"Slept like a baby." I replied.

So, Willis and I had a long conversation. I told him about my wrist, and he said I probably just slept on it. We talked about the Charlie's (Viet Cong) next move. Willis said they interrogated one, and he said they were gonna try to push us out. Then, the nurse made him go back to his barracks. She gave me three shots, and made take some kinda pills. Two of those giant ass horse-pills, and three capsule pills. Never seen anything like em' before.

I finished the last pill, and the nurse started to change my bandages. She started with my leg.

"Hey, what kind of pills were those?" I asked.

"The yellow ones were vitamins, while the blue ones… well I don't know. A scientist came in here and asked about you. I told him you saved your squad with that fancy armor, and he said that you needed to take these. He didn't say why. But Corporal Lewis said to listen to him." She replied.

After the nurse finished changing my bandages, I fell back asleep.

I woke up to some kinda hellish shaking. The entire building was rumbling like a nuke just hit the place. Willis ran in, with a pistol in his hand, and blood spattered on his face.

"Willis, you look like you just beat a Charlie to death!" I cried as I sat up.

"Charlie's trying to push buddy. Tango just tried to ambush me downstairs. Get up, we gotta go. NOW." Willis replied.

I jumped outta bed (completely overselling it) and limped to Willis. I wrapped my arm around his shoulder, and he helped me hobble out. I pulled another pistol from his holster, and fired off some rounds at any Charlie's I saw. Once we got to the Armory, Willis let go of me and led the way. I heard a round or two, and saw a dead Tango lying on a table. I saw three other soldiers guarding the Vault, along with the nurse from earlier, and a guy in a lab coat.

I hobbled past the group, and into the Vault. I found my usual gear, and locked and loaded.

"You're Marcus, correct?" I heard from behind me.

"Hell yes. Now, I have to go kill Tangos." I replied.

"Wait! Take these."

I turned around, to see the guy in the lab coat holding the black armor. His head was shaved, and there was a bruise on his left cheek. He shoved the armor at me. I took it, and strapped on the helmet. I geared up again, and walked out of the Vault. I cocked my Stakeout.

"Hell yeah." Willis and I high-fived, "We are back in business."

Marcus and I led the group out of the Armory, and figured out our path as we went.

"I'd think we should secure an E.Z. in the forest." Willis said.

"I'd think you're right my friend. Let's kick ass!" I replied. I kicked in a door, and threw a live frag in.

I heard some Vietnamese, and then a boom. I peeked around the corner and saw the carnage. I stepped in, and laughed.

"Irony can be a real bitch Charlie." I mumbled smugly.

"Marcus, we gotta go. No time to gloat." Willis interrupted.

I stood up, and walked to the next door. I kicked it open, and stepped out into the jungle. Willis and the rest of the group followed. Leading the way, I felt a little prick on my right wrist. Then, the armor beeped… and then, I felt something clamp down on my wrist. I let me shotgun hang on its sling, and drew my E-tool. I had to chop a branch or two to make it into the designated clearing.

"Well, here's your E.Z. Now what?" a soldier asked.

"Gimme your radio, that's what." I instructed.

He handed his walkie-talkie over. I turned the channel dial, until I heard a panicked voice.

"Oh shit, oh shit! What do we do? They're coming out of the walls! They're coming out of the damn walls! GAME OVER MAN, GAME OVER!" I heard.

I hit the talk button. "Calm down soldier. We're popping green smoke in the jungle. Follow it, we got an evac coming."

"Alright… what are you gonna do 'till then?"

"Call for the Evac."

I turned the dial.

"What the hell is going on out there? Yard 121, gimme a Sit-Rep now Damnit!"

"Hey!" I called into the walkie-talkie, "Yard 121 is under attack! We need an Evac now! Land on the green smoke!"

"Rodger that Yard 121, Honey-Bee is on the way."

I handed the radio to the soldier.

"Honey-Bee? Sounds like…"

"Honey-Bee is a mean bitch. She brought down two Cobras. Best pilots we got to offer." I interrupted.

I pulled out a flare, and popped the top. I tossed it to the ground, seeing as it's hot as hell. Don't worry; I didn't burn the jungle down. I dropped the flare onto a patch of dirt. The smoke the flare produced was green, and suffocating. We all hid behind the tree-line 'till the other survivors arrived.

Thought I was MIA, huh? No way. Try and find the reference to the Aliens movies.