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The Great Plains.

September 11, 2942

Location: flying away from two enemy convoys and a frigate

Michael listened as Javelin, Michael's assistant AI, told him that his fighter was at 5% power.

"Great! Just what I needed!" He said, maneuvering through enemy gunfire.

Javelin: we must make an emergency landing.

Michael: fine. But as long as we can fight these guys.

Michael made an emergency landing-but on the way his ship was shot by missiles and had lost a wing.

"Greeeeat!!!! My wing is gone!" He exclaimed. He popped out of the cabin and watched the two convoys land and deploy around 30 city guards.

"Not as much as I had hoped" Michael claimed, running into battle.

The first two guards were stabbed in the heart and electrified. Five more were shot in the chest. Michael kicked on in the face and shot another. 9 down, 21 to go. He jumped and used his machine guns to kill 5 more, then stabbing three others.

"Owwww!" Michael said as he was shot in the arm.

Michael was taken to the floor and as the thirteen rest surrounded him.

"You are coming with us" one said.

"Not so fast!" Javelin exclaimed, firing the missiles in the fighter.

The two convoys blew to bits, and the soldiers all sprawled on the floor.

"Can you fix the fighter?" Michael asked.

"No, the internal engine core is broken." Javelin replied.

"Then on foot we go!" He replied, and started walking toward the jungle...

Patrick can we be allies? :-P