A few more minutes, later, Stan found the guys. Kyle was showing them around the weapons stock. Craig felt he had to say something smart.

"So, you two getting it on in there?"

"Dude, sick!"

"Hey, I'm just playing with you."

"Whatever. Anyway, guys, I'm leaving."

Everybody who was able to hear me turned worry

"Why, Stan?" Kyle was obviously the most concerned.

"I'm going to LA. There are some things I need to do there."

"Like what?"

"Well, 1) Find Kenny, 2) Find Cartman, 3) Find John Connor, 4)Find Kyle Reese, 5) Destroy Skynet Central."

"If you're going to do all of that, I won't let you go alone."

Craig and Clyde joined in, "We won't either."

Stan walked over to Wendy because he heard nothing from her, "Hey, what about you, Wendy?"

Wendy was so sure if she should go, "I'm not sure. I don't think I would be of much help. When I was wondering around with Clyde and Craig, I was nothig but trouble to them."

Craig immediately jumped in, "Now, that wasn't always true. Were you sometimes? Yeah, you were, but you were still very helpful to us."

"See, Wendy? You're not that bad. Now, will you come with us?"

"Eh, sure, Stan."

"Thanks, Wendy," he gave her a hug as he said this.

"Alright then, Kyle and Wendy, you go inform the others. Clyde, Craig, you're with me." Since this was Stan's idea, he thought he should be the one giving orders. And happily, everyone else thought so too.

"Got it," then Kyle and Wendy dashed off.

"Stan, what exactly are we doing?"

"I'm glad you asked. We're going west. Everybody grab your weapons and your gear. Meet up at the hangar."

When everybody meets at their hangar, everybody has their gear. Kyle had grabbed all the engineering gear. He carried some mines, a vehicle repair tool. Since all that stuff was bit heavy, he made a good tactical decision to get a lightweight gun, a H&K UMP. Craig had gotten the recon equipment. He had an Arctic Warfare sniper rifle, and carried a portable radar and a T-UGS. Stan carried the ammo and medical supplies, but still had his regular SCAR-H. Clyde weilded the AK-12 that Kyle would normally use and carried their 'portable armory' that had our RPG, and their 'back-up' weapons(i.e. Skorpion, SPAS-12, MAC 10). Wendy was lucky, because she didn't have to carry anything but she still need a gun. She wanted something light but powerful. She went with the M249 Para.

After we had all our gear, Craig and Kyle take the heli to the skies. We were on our way.

But, after a few hours, our two pilots say they have found one lone man, walking across Death Valley.

"Guys, we've got a man down there on the desert."

Stan volunteers, "Take us down. I'll go take a look."

"I'm coming with you," Even on the war-front, Kyle was worried for his friend.

"No need, this is a one-man mission."

As Stan steps out, he seems to have a heightened sense things. The hot desert air. The sun shining brightly on his face.

"YOU!" Stan points to the man. He turns around and Stan immediately becomes shocked.

"What do ya want? I'm trying to get somewhere."

"How can you still be alive?"

"Who are you? I don't know you."

"No, but there might be someone you will. Wait here for a second."

He walks back to the heli with a distraught look on his face.

"What's wrong, Stan?"

"All of you need to step out. Now. You guys need to see who this guy is. Don't ask why. Just do it."

After everybody steps out, they just follow him as he walks back up to him.

"You know any of these people?"

Then he gets a distraught look on his face, similar to mine.

"It can't be. How are you guys are alive?"

"We've had our fair share of miracles."

He then gives me a bear-hug. "I missed you, man."

But as Kyle expected, he was not pleased, because who we found, was probably the last person who he wanted to see alive. Yep, it was Eric Cartman.