Ethan just stood there thinking, pondering over Tyler's words. "Kill or be killed" thought Ethan. Clearing his mind, Ethan thought of other solutions but could not find any alternative solutions, he had to face the facts, those things would invade the entire world in a matter of days judging from how fast they took over area 51. Ethan then just kept silent, not knowing what to say, Tyler appointed himself as general and asked him if he had any objections, Ethan just shook his head silently.

Ethan felt pathetic, unable to do anything, just like before, being an useless scientist who cannot even help anyone. Zimbawie supported Tyler's promotion and said something about his telepathic powers, Ethan was not really sure. Ethan excused himself from the planning process between the group, Ethan retreated back to an empty room and rested his bones on the bed, feeling the spongy material. Placing his arm over his eyes, Ethan slowly fell asleep, feeling all his worries fade away.

Noticing Ethan retreating back to the tick infested mattress, Zimbawie thought he might object something but was too scared to mention it to the ego filled Tyler. He walked over to Ethan, sat beside him on the stale mattress.

"Ethan, is anything bothering you or are you unpleased with Tyler being the Leader ?" asked Zimbawie tenderly. He had seemed to hae gotten his kind side back, after the lock-up. Ethan kept silent, unwilling to spill his worries.

"Ethan, a problem shared is a problem halved. So if you ever have any problems or troubles, share it with me. I'll try to help you." after saying that, he stood up. He scratched his rear vigorously-must be from the ticks. Then he walked away, leaving Ethan a smile while turning back.

Rachel dozed off for a mighty long time. To extend her powers beyond her abilities was something only humans were capable of. Emotions are a very powerful determinant for most things that they did. Just for awhile, she rested. She needed it greatly afterall. But did she deserve it more then the others? She questioned herself. Feeling slightly guilty.

"Perhaps, if not for me we'd all be dead. Or maybe Tyler would have done something... No wait, he was running. The others fought too." Rachel thought.

She forced open her eyes as she felt her senses return to her. She looked around. She was in the MedBay. She didn't have many wounds; a few bruises and a cut or two. She could say that she was in a much better shape then most. Well, considering that she was still standing on both feet and simply, alive.

She pushed herself off the bed. Resting legs on the floor, her body on the bed. She sat there wondering what the situation on board was. She stood up. The lights in the MedBay immediately turned on, burning her eyes.

"Nygh." She groaned as her eyes adjusted to the lighting. She reached around, feeling about for the button to open the door. "Pochik." It sounded as she pressed it.

The sound of conversation; of chatter, filled her ears. The smell of food; good food tantalised her sense of smell. She focused again. She wanted to go see Ethan. He'd definitely be able to keep Rachel up to date. She stretched her senses just abit, eventually locating Ethan's mind... It was unconcious. She entered it.

Rachel didn't expect any of the sort of things she saw within Ethan's mind. Perhaps he was traumatised. Perhaps, there was more then met the eye. Or just possibly, this was just a dream. Inside, she saw Ethan, as the head scientist of all Projects related to the Spectrals and such. "Ethan?" Rachel thought. "Wasn't he just a mere scientist?"

She watched on. She saw him arguing alot. Frustrated. Angry. Then something happened. He was taken by force. His family, vanished. Everything, lost. He was mind wiped and then, brain washed. "They wouldn't waste a scientist of his caliber." Thought Rachel.

She refused to watch on and quickly, left a mental note inside his mind. "Please, see me once your awake. Rachel."

Afterwhich, she went to get some chow. Food would be great. She was exhausted and needed to replenish her energies.

She also, saw a familiar black man striding across the room and so, she reached out to him.

At the edge of his eye, he saw Racheal striding towards him. Zimbawie, did not really like Racheal. He felt that she was like Tyler, the show-off kind. He hated her. He wonder what's her reason for approaching him now. More duties? Zimbawie felt small, insignificant.

Now Racheal was only a few steps away from him, he needed to look as if he was grateful to her. Actually, he should. She was still one of them who had saved him from his dreadful cell. So, Zimbawie sucked up a mouthful of air and let out a quiet sigh. How he wished he was not telepathic, then such situations will never even get started at all.

Tyler set the auto-pilot on, heading to the Philadelphia. Tyler clutched his fist. It's going to be a days ride. Tyler put on the headset and set the frequency right. "This is Science V one. Come in home base." No reply.

"This is Science V one. Come in home base!" Tyler said. Have they been hit? No, impossible.

"This is Science V one. Come in home base!" Tyler shouted.

"This is Science V one. Come in home base! Reply godammit!"

"This is home base! What can we do for you" it replied weakly.

"This is Science V one, what's your status, counts?"

"Thousand two, preparing for battle, heading to Texas. There's something going on. General Harper presummed dead. Soldiers from Area 51 coming here now. Rally point at New York."

"Negative, this is Tyler, hold a postition at Nuke Silo Alpha 152, we'll meet you there"

"Yesss-sir!"

Tyler returned the headset. He went back to the map. "Seven Nuclear Silos, it's going to be a big blast" Tyler whispered. "I need to see Racheal".
The lights in the Medbay turned on. "Someone's awake" Tyler walked torwards the Medbay. Hoping that Rachael will approve his plan.

Ethan slept a dreamless sleep or rather a fast passing dream, either way, Ethan did'nt really care, as long as his mind could be empty, Ethan couldn't careless what happened. Ethan stirred and opened his eyes to the bright lights of the bunk, Ethan sat up and brushed his hair, sweeping ticks off, his vision was still blurry from just waking up. Feeling something in his mind, Ethan concentrated and tried to visualise what it was, "Please, see me once your awake. Rachel."

"A note from rachel? Thats rather odd, must be another phastasm question." Ethan thought, then pain suddenly surged into his head, making him clutch his head, as if trying to numb the pain. His head felt as if it could spilt into two, Ethan fell off the bed and landed onto the cold hard metallic floor. The pain was getting worst and worst but something happened, he saw images of himself wearing a lab coat in some sort of project. Just as soon as the paon, the images went away.

Ethan sat on the floor, gasping for air, sweating like mad."What the hell was that about?! Those pictures?! That lab coat?!" Ethan thought. Ethan sat on the floor for a while and calmed himself down, telling himself he had to find out what the hell was up with the head-spilting headache he just had. He stood up, sweeped whatever was on his coat and proceeded out of the room. Ethan walked around the vessal taking his time to get hte layout of the vessal, eventually arriving at the cafeteria. Looking inside, Ethan saw Zimbawie and Rachel talking,

Ethan sighed and then took a deep breath and walked into the cafeteria, making his way across, reaching Zimbawie and Rachel, " So you wanted to see me? Ethan asked

"Sup' dawg!" Zimbawie exclaimed in a high tone, then raising his hand up, waiting for a hi-5 from Ethan. The only reason Zimbawie was doing this is because he realised only by talking to Ethan, he could 'escape' from Rachel and the duties assigned to him. But he was wrong. Rachel remained her composure and tapped on Zimbawie's shoulder, Zimbawie knew what that means. It meant that she still wanted him to stay.

Like the usual Zimbawie, his thoughts wandered off again. Like a little lost lamb, happily running around, with FREEDOM. His thoughts gave him most of the freedom he needed. Zimbawie's thoughts wandered to a fast food restaurant. He was eating at his favourite place, Subway. But sadly, he could only see the food, not smell them. The smell was a horrible sour smell, it smelt like a whole football team after a year without bathing. Yucks. Zimbawie's face cringed in disgust, seconds later he was snapped out of his fantasy.

"Yes, I have actually. Look you're the only one I actually trust full heartedly also, you seem like the only intelligent one therefore I need a status report and a review of what's happened thus far." Rachel waited a moment for Ethan to process the infomation.

"I hope not alot has happened while I was unconcious." She muttered hoping Ethan would catch it. "Hold on a sec." Rachel turned around, facing Zimbabwie. " Zimb, take a seat I just wanna talk and get to know you."

"Tell me about your past. Please." She asked in the nicest tone she could manage. She didn't want to intimidate Zimbabwie.

In his mind, Zimbawie thought why in the world does Rachel wants to know more about him. He wasn't the smartest in the group, neither was he the most useful person there.

"Dang, why does she wants to know more about me ? Is this some kind of trick question ?" his thoughts stole his attention again. But one thing for sure, Zimbawie know he needs to be on the cautious side. In case, anything happens. He reminded himself to say the right things and not let Rachel see the negative side of him. He wants to prove to Rachel that he is superior, and not some puny little old man that could use alittle help here and there. Afterall, he is much older then compared to Rachel and the rest of the group members. So, Rachel should respect him.

He paused for a few minutes trying to find the right word to answer Rachel's question. Then he replied.

"Okay, where do i start. I was born in the 1980's with the given name, Nioposhinha Musta Zimbawie. But people called me Zimbawie for short. I was born into a poor family, until one day my family members left me with the local orphanage. I rarely mix around with the rest of the kids in the orphanage. For one reason, they hated me. And i hated them too." Zimbawie told Rachel.

"Then when i was around 10 years old, a old couple came to visit the local orphanage that i was in. They were really nice people. One difference, they were white and I was black. But, they adopted me. At first i was terrified, because i had never visited anywhere other then the village. They lived in London. They lived in a big house that I called mansion after I went to school. They also had another son, around 20 years old or older. He was called Johnny, and he didn't like me one bit. I tried to be a good younger brother but still he hated me even more. He said I was a blackie, and blackies are not supposed to be with the whites. It hurt me dearly when i first understood what it meant. So, i tried all kinds of whitening mixture, from the market and homemade. But none of them worked, and even caused rashes. However, it was a different story when i was with my adopted parents. They loved me, they spoiled me rotten. I had my own room, own television set and room service 24/7. They were rich, they sent me to the best school. In the best school, there are barely black people in there. So once again, i was discriminated because of my colour. The good thing is, I aced in school, beating all those white people flat. There is no basketball in the school because it was usually associated with the niggers, blacks. So, i had to play American football. It was quite difficult at first. There was so much pushing around. But with my height, I aced in another thing again." said Zimbawie, trying to remember everything.

"Years later, it was my graduation day and prom followed. I did not have any guts to ask anyone out to the prom, there were no black girls then. Until one day before the prom, when I was in History class, a girl passed me a letter. Not just any girl, she was that kind of popular A grade girl that everyone wanted to date. The letter says that she had been watching me long enough and she finally had the guts to ask me to prom. I was over the moon. That night, I told my adoptive parents what happened and they sent the best tailor to make the most outstanding tuxedo suit for me. But soon after the dance I found out that she was with me because of a dare from her friends. I was dismayed.

Later on, I went on to Oxford University. Studied business. Soon, I found out my special abiltiy. I used it on my friends when we were playing games and I found out it was the most easy way to win. 5 years later, my adoptive parents died in a plane crash while on their way to Singapore for their around the globe trip. When reading their will, I found out that they had forgotten to change their will equally after I joined their family. I was not angry, I remained calm. My adoptive brother soon had a new found treasure, and I cannot live in my home anymore because I do not have a stake in it. So i lived in my friend's house, i started scouting for jobs. But no one wanted to employ a black man. Hence, i started my own company. Used telepathy against troubles that i encountered. My company became listed, soon i was rich again." Zimbawie said in a cold trembling tone, then looked at Rachel again. She looked exactly like an eager journalist.

As Zimbawie continued to speak about his life; Rachel had found it harder and harder to collect information. The bottom life was simple: Zimbabwie, had lead a hard and interesting life.

With her conversation with Zimbawie done, she expected the previous conversation with Ethan to continue. She had noticed earlier, while Zimbawie was talking that Ethan was patiently waiting for the man to finish what he had to say.

Rachel had a grim feeling that Ethan had some bad news to report. She'd have to face up to it after all, while they were handling issues, she was in bed.

"What happened?" Ethan thought, pondering over rachel's question as if it was a really difficult question. Ethan thought back, after leaving corpses of those things behind, Tyler, Zimbawie and him were arguing about the next course of action, they suggested nuking all of those monsters, while Ethan argued firmly, not wanting to let a single person die, but eventually backed down when he saw no other way.

"Rachel probably doesn't know about the nuke yet, hope she agrees with what Tyler planned." Ethan thought silently, "All i gotta do now is just wait for Zimbawie's life story to end, damn it, how am i gonna tell that we plan to nuke the place, can't exactly say it cheerfully or without any emotions." Ethan then slowly thought about how to put it.

While Rachel was listening to Zimbabwie about his life story, she was actually probing Ethan's mind. She initated his thinking by asking him the questions first.

"Nuke?" She blurted out. For a moment, she contemplated it. A nuke wouldn't kill anything but vegetation since basically all other life, was corrupted or killed by beasts.

"Yes, a nuke would be a reasonable solution to the problem." Rachel thought.

"You must know that the nuke won't completely anihiliate all the creatures. It'll clear up most of it. I hope." She stated.

Ctrl B is short for Bold which we will use for designating conversations.

Ctrl I is short for Italics which we will use for thoughts.

"What the?!" Ethan thought, expression changing from a relaxed look to a surprised look, generally having a person talk to you through your mind is rather shocking. Ethan looked at Rachel, she looked like she was listening to Zimbawie, guess she wasn't. Ethan calmed himself down and starting thinking again.

"A nuke will wipe everything out but what if by chance, those....things are not affected by a nuke? Then we will be wiping everything out for no reason" Ethan thought, hoping Rachel would catch that or part of it.

Rachel had understood where Ethan was coming from, he did make some sense but of course, she had something to say.

" Ethan, I do understand where you're coming from but, a nuclear warhead is simply, the most destructive weapon we have at our disposal at the moment. If it won't kill them, what will? Besides riddling them with bullets and telekenetic powers..."

Rachel took a breath, and then all of a sudden, the plane shook...

"what ? A nuke ?!" thought Zimbawie. He is also a telepathic, so reading minds is easy peasy. On second thought, a nuke have a 50% chance of the monsters being held back. Held back, not destroyed totally. With that little extra time given, they could figure out another way to destroy that horrible third species. He can't wait the share his opinon with the others. He beamed with pride, like a happy toddler.

Ethan nodded along as Rachel talked to him via his mind. Ethan understood everything Rachel said clearly, but yet he felt the need to deny the what she was saying and just conclude that it was a lie. Ethan hated taking lives or seeing people die for a idiotic reason such as honor or duty. Kind of ironic considering Ethan worked at Area 51 developing "Life-saving Inventions" for the government. Ethan was about to come up with another good arguement but the vessel shook violently knocking the three people in the room down to the floor

Ethan grabbed a chair as support as he pulled himself to his feet and ran towards the the window as did Rachel and Zimbawie. The sight was incredibly shocking, somehow the vessel's engine just stopped working. It just start moving and seemed to just die out which was impossible considering the fact that the vessel went for regular maintainance to ensure it was always in perfect condition. The vessel quickly lost altitude and had mere seconds before it came crashing down. Ethan tried to run out of the room and find somewhere safe.

Unfortunately, even before Ethan reached the door, the vessel came crashing into the ground. Everything flew everywhere, including the passengers, metal was scraping the hard rock ground while the insides were twirled around and around like a giant blender. After what seemed like a million years, the vessel finally stopped. everything grew silent, the only sounds that were heard was the sparks of frayed power cables, leaping out excitedly. Cables hung dangerously overhead, puddles of water with power lines in it, shattered glass and cutlery littered the floor, computer systems offline, everything was destroyed beyond all recognition.

Ethan was saved from certain death as he hung over puddles of electrified water, only a few unbroken cables held him up. Ethan laid there unconscious, his forehead had a deep cut and his left arm had a gash while his right leg unfortunately had a knife sticking out of it.
Somewhere in his mind, Ethan wanted to be knocked out, as he won't be able to feel anything or think about anything.

It was obvious. The ship was going down. "Christ." thought Rachel. With a fell swoop, she reached for the table support. Clinging on tightly. She didn't catch sight of Zimbabwie and Ethan however. There was hardly any time to check on the other.

A loud screaming sound echoed through the ship's interior. No doubt the engines giving out. Rachel tried to use her psychic abilities to shield herself but that was futile, she had already strained herself previously. She just had to hope for the best.

She braced for impact.

The ships hull tore itself apart as it collided violently with the ground. The screaching sound of metal being torn apart almost made ears bleed. Rachel felt bruises on her limbs. Her suit had augmented her strength but she had no idea about the others.

Using her abilities, she did a meager life scan upon the ship. She couldn't detect Zimbabwie but it could be due to his own psychic abilities however, she didn't have to use her abilities to find Ethan who was calling for help. She darted towards him, meticulously avoiding live wires.

There he was, his hair disheveled, hands straining to hold onto life and blood trickled down his leg and into the pool of electrified water. Quickly, she knelt down and grasped his arm before pulling him aside. The suit really worked miracles.

"Are you alright?" She asked out of habit.

Zimbawie could feel his head smashing against the cold hard metal wall, it was not any usual knocking on the head. It was a million times more painful. Pitch dark, the cables had been snapped off long ago. Soon, he felt something warm from his forehead. Every time that warm liquid seep through his forehead, he will twitch. Zimbawie knew it was blood; what could it be other then blood. His head felt light, dizzy and faint, like he was floating. He tried standing up with the help of a nearby box. He could walk, but he couldnt navigate where he was going. Shout, said his mind to his mouth. It didnt work, and when he was ready to talk again......

He went off. Like a switch. Like when you snap your fingers. Just like that, Zimbawie fell into a dreamless sleep.

"No... Don't take them... NO!!" Ethan shouted as he blinked back into consciousness. Ethan panted heavily half wondering about that vision he saw and what just happened. Ethan remembered going on the vessel, and talking, yes there was definately talking and then, the crash. "The crash!" Ethan remembered finally, a little content that he managed to remember, but then his situation flashed before his eyes.

Blood and sweat was dripping off his face, left arm had something sticking out of it and his right leg was currently immobile. Ethan felt a surge of pain rushing though his body, Ethan groan in pain. Ethan then realised his situation just got a lot worse, he was currently dangling above a pool of water which had a few electrical cables in it. Little bolts of electricity flew a few feet above the water. Ethan gripped the cables that were holding him up tightly, half praying the fragile cables would hold his weight and the other praying someone could magically appear and save him from his nightmare.

After what seemed like forever, Ethan heard footsteps. At first he was convinced that his mind was playing tricks but then the footsteps got louder. Ethan opened his mouth but couldn't shout, so he concentrated on holding on the cables. A hand shot out and pulled Ethan up, Ethan looked up and saw Rachel's face, relieved that she saved him. "Are you alright?" she asked, Ethan nodded before passing out again. This time from exhaustion.