A/N: I am so so so so sorry it has taken so long to get this chapter up. It was a combination of shitty mental health, writers' block and some bad personal stuff.

Hopefully things will be more frequent, but I say that shit all the time.

Forgive me and please review?

I do not own Pitch Perfect or any of its characters

"Are you sure about this?" Stacie said the next morning.

"I have to tell him," Beca said, pulling on her uniform.

"I don't trust him," she said.

"I know you don't," Beca replied. "And I'm hardly his biggest fan but he needs to know what they did to you. What they've done to countless others and what they're doing to Chloe right now."

"Just take this with you," she said, taking the microphone from the inside of Beca's helmet and slipping it into her pocket. "If things start going wrong-"

"Things aren't going to go wrong," Beca said, hugging her sister.

"Be careful."

"When am I not?" Beca said with a smile that did nothing to hide her fear.

"How come they haven't spotted us yet?" Cynthia Rose said from the front of the ship. "They could have easily shot us down. How are we able to get this close?"

"I don't know," Aubrey said, biting her lip. "Maybe their defense system is different to Terrams?"

"Maybe," Cynthia said. "It's just giving me a bad feeling. It feels like a trap."

"We don't have much of a choice," Aubrey said. "Just get us in there."

"Yes boss," Cynthia said, looking for a way in.

"She still hasn't broken," the second man said. Both men hadn't moved from their spot behind the two-way mirror.

"But she's definitely weakening. It's only taken a few hours with her friend in there for her to start to break," the first man said.

"I don't get why you don't just kill her. It would save so much time."

"Because if we can break her then we can break them all. The more we have, the stronger we are," he said. "I'm tired of killing good, strong, soldiers. I'd rather put the effort in now and have another killing machine."

"Whatever," the second man said, sighing and walking away. "But I think you're wasting time and resources."

The first man ignored him, and smiled as he watched the redhead through the glass begin to break.

Beca took a deep breath and knocked on the door of Boston's office.

"Come in," he said.

Beca entered and saw him sitting behind his desk, two other officers were in the room, one at each side of him.

"Mitchell," he said looking up from his paperwork. "I want to say how sorry I am for your loss."

"Thank you sir," she said.

"What can I do for you?"

"I have some information for you," she said, hesitantly approaching his desk.

"What kind of information?" He asked.

"Stacie told me what happened to her while she was missing, and I think you need to know sir," she said.

"Conrad woke up?" His expression changed, but Beca struggled to read it. "Take a seat, Mitchell." She did. "Can you excuse us please?" He said to the two other officers. She thought she recognised the female one, but she wasn't sure where from. She glanced at Boston, who nodded. "What has she told you?"

Beca told him everything Stacie had told her. She felt her voice catch slightly as she spoke about Chloe being there.

Boston didn't say anything as she spoke, he just listened and nodded every so often.

When she finished, he sighed, and shook his head.

"This is a problem," he said. "But I'm glad you told me what you know."

He stood up and began pacing the room.

"So what do we do?" Beca asked.

"You don't do anything. You've done enough, soldier. Unfortunately, I won't be able to let you leave," he said, walking to the door. She heard the sound of a key turning, and the door locking.

"What?"

"Why did you call them aliens?" He asked, returning to the desk, perching on the side of it.

"What's going on?" Beca asked, feeling uneasy now.

"You keep calling them aliens. So does everyone else on this damn ship. Do you know the definition of the word "alien"?" He asked, looking irritated. "It means something that doesn't belong. Something that isn't native to the environment its in. Space is their home. These planets are theirs. They aren't the aliens here, we are."

"Does it really matter?"

"Yes it matters!" Boston spat. "We don't belong here, yet we keep... imposing ourselves. We invade their planets for resources. We kill them indiscriminately."

"They kill us too!"

"Because they are threatened! When you get a virus, you kill the virus or you die. Humans should have died a hundred years ago when Earth started purging itself of us. Now space is doing the same. We weren't meant to survive," he said. He was angry now.

"You're crazy," Beca said standing up. Boston pulled a gun from beneath his jacket and pointed it at her.

"Sit down," he said. She did. "You're a fool if you think you can change anything now. This has been in the works for decades. Hundreds of humans teamed up with thousands of, as you call them, "aliens"."

"Which humans would do that?"

"The ones who believe that the human race is a virus. A disease that destroys everything it touches," he said, a look of disgust on his face.

"What did they offer you to make you betray your own race like this?" Beca asked, in disbelief at what she had heard.

He gave a small laugh. "Survival. Us humans will do anything to survive, won't we? So let me offer you the same thing. Keep your mouth shut about this, and I won't kill you."

"You're fucking-"

"I also won't kill your sister. I won't kill your friends and fellow soldiers. I won't kill your girlfriend," he said. "When the time comes, you will be offered safety."

Beca hesitated, before shaking her head.

"This is bigger than us," she said. "Thousands of innocent people will die."

"I'm sorry to hear you say that," he said, aiming his gun again.

"Stacie knows I'm here," she said, trying to hide the fear in her voice. "If anything happens to me, she'll know you did it."

"So?" He said, laughing. "No one will listen to the words of a traitor. And anyway, Stacie should have been taken care of by now. With you all constantly watching over her, it was impossible to have her killed like the rest. Now she's finally been left on her own... It should be over."

"No," Beca said, her voice practically a whisper as she looked towards the door.

The female officer that was in the office when she arrived... She was the nurse from the medical bay, Beca thought.

"And your friends won't last long rescuing your girlfriend. Not when they were warned an hour ago of their impending arrival."

"What?" Beca said, her voice almost breaking. "You were never going to let them live..."

"I just wanted to see what kind of person you were, Mitchell. It turns out you're pretty noble. Not like most of the others. Shame," he said, aiming his gun again. "Goodbye, Mitchell."