Chapter 18

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Director: Dear Chairman. I don't give a damn about your committee and its opinions of my work! Have you forgotten sir, we were at war? A fight with an alien race for the very survival of our species? I feel I must remind you, that it is an undeniable, and, may I say, a fundamental quality of Man, that when faced with extinction, every alternative is preferable!

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Slade motions Wash and Church inside.

Slade: Get in, get in, get in!

Soldier: Over here, over here!

Washington: Get that door!

Slade throws a grenade through the doorway and it explodes as he shuts it and shoots the keypad.

Church: What's the status up here?

Grif: Fucked up, 'bout to die, Simmons is a nerd... the usual.

Sarge: Looks like we've got at least half a dozen squads out there. They know our position, and we're outgunned.

Washington: So, what's the plan?

Sarge: Well we were gonna retreat down the hall until you just brought more guards up that way, so now the plan's pretty much to go down swinging. You first.

Grif: Hey Simmons, can you get back on that computer and change my affiliation from Red to Freelancer?

Simmons: Traitor.

Grif: Hey, you gotta go with the winner.

Caboose: Um, could you change my job title to something more important like astronaut-oh, I know, Space Marine!

Church: What are you idiots doing?

Simmons: This computer has all of Command's records.

Church: It does? Records on everybody?

Simmons: Yeah. You know, theoretically.

Simmons alt-tabs the screen to from BLUES DELETED to something else.

Simmons: Hup du-doo, doo doo, nothin' to see here, doo doo doo doo...

Church: Oh great, now I'll show you that you're wrong.

Washington: What an excellent idea.

Simmons: Wrong about what?

Church: Wash and Slade have been trying to convince me that I'm an A.I.

Grif: Huh? Why would they do that?

Slade: Because he's bloody transparent? He can take over other people, you know, that kind of stuff?!

Grif: That's because he's a ghost, dude.

Church: Thank you, that's what I said.

South: How the hell is Hawkeye over here an A.I.?

Slade: He's the Alpha, lass.

South: WHAT?!

Church: What part of 'ghost' refuses to enter your skull?

Slade: Says the guy who still has yet to accept the fact that he still can't see his face nor even take off that helmet?!

Washington: If he's a ghost, why aren't any of the other soldiers turning into ghosts?

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