Penn marched down a concrete corridor. Men saluted him as he trudged past, but he simply glared at them and kept going. Eventually, he came to a set of steel doors, which he walked through after adjusting his uniform a bit.

'Ah, Penn! Has the mission gone as planned?' Spoke a calm voice. The source was a large humanoid being, looking through the window with his back turned.

Penn looked at the commander with slight disbelief at the latter's lack of information.

'No. We lost ten men.'

'Enemy casualties?'

'Four.'

The commander sighed.

'I suppose you would fail a mission sooner or later.'

Penn tugged at his collar. He briefly looked out of another window. Full moon. The commander spoke again.

'She was there, wasn't she?'

'We didn't expect her.'

'I blame myself.'

'"She's been a thorn in our side long enough", et cetera, et cetera. We've been through this all before.'

The commander spoke again, his Native American accent becoming slightly more apparent.

'Speaking of her, have you taken the serum?'

'Yes.' Said Penn slightly uneasily, as if he was lying, which he was. He could feel something going on, but he knew it was safe.

'It's a shame that we lost the Lich to his bloodlust. He was a powerful ally.'

'At least you have me.' Said Penn with a hint of arrogance.

The commander let out a slight chuckle.

'Those royals have used us both for their selfish purposes. That is why I trust you so much.' He turned around and slowly walked to Penn, but knocked out much of the lighting. A blue hand was placed on Penn's shoulder.

'If I die, you're taking over.'

Penn smirked internally. Alright. You asked for it.

As soon as the commander turned around, Penn drew his sword and leapt upwards, and severed the commander's neck. Sheathing his sword again, he strolled over to where the head landed. Picking it up, he stared at the blue, ape-like face.

'Game over, Bill. Game over.'