The troop bay was a maelstrom of activity as platoons did drills, exercises, practiced reloading, or did gear checks. Nameless was standing in the center with Thaddeus and Rachel. All three were watching Munshi give a briefing about Barouge to the NCOs (noncommissioned officers). Rachel and Nameless were leaning against a pile of shipping crates, as Thaddeus quietly whispered to other professors in white berets, signing forms and overlooking logistics.

The thousand-person strong “company” was a battalion, divided into three main cohorts and an additional support fourth cohort, each commanded by an officer and a senior noncommissioned officer. Sergeant Major Thorn was Nameless’s right hand man. The burly man never stopped moving, correcting, and shouting all day as he whipped the warriors into shape.

Lt Sarah was commander of the first company, titled Alpha for now. Her senior NCO seemed to have once been a Martian wolf, as his gaunt and tough face narrowly judged his men as they trained. Munshi was the senior NCO of the second company, Bravo, his officer a young blonde man with fair skin. He was highly educated and bonded with the soldiers well.

The third company, Charlie, was commanded by two scourges who had survived the fall of Zion. Survivors from taskforce Margrave, one of the two taskforces Zion had that was formed before Zyhara took the throne and had survived the multi planet Axium ambush. The officer was a female, who Nameless recognized from the elevator shaft all those many months ago. When Zyhara’s distress call rang out, and the task forces mobilized, Nameless recalled standing with the vagabonds next to her taskforce. She had waved to him and wished him good luck.

Her NCO was her right-hand man from the taskforce. Both where tough and hardened, bearing Earth Asian features. The fourth company was commanded by a professor, comprised of acolytes, hackers, cooks, communications experts, mechanics, medics, and much more.

The entire force was designed to be able to operate independently, with little to no sustainment from outside forces. A dagger that could stab the enemy in the back from behind enemy lines, a chameleon advising force that could integrate into the local population and overthrow a government, a sledgehammer that could break down the door of the enemy’s defense. Nameless’s “company” was comprised of the best, intended to be a jack of all trades, master of none. A constantly evolving and learning organization of Light Bearers. Much like the Vagabonds had been.

As Nameless scanned the crowd of soldiers, he noticed several pale women in dark black cloaks. The daughters of death, Rachels own personal formation. Their dark, hooded, expressionless faces creeped him out as they stared at Munshi pointing at the space station model.

Rachel had brought them down to integrate with Nameless’s company, so the soldiers wouldn’t lose it when they saw the sisters in action. If they were anything like Rachel, Nameless shuttered to think what kind of havoc they would cause in the tight quarters of Barouge.

“And that concludes the structure of the station, and actions on objective. Questions?” Munshi asked loudly.

The group was silent as Nameless pushed himself off the crates.

“Right. Brief your people, drill them, I will be going around asking random privates what they know, so you better make sure they know the plan. If a brand-new soldier can’t explain to me the plan, you’ve overcomplicated it. Short, sweet, simple people. You got two days to drill, make it count!” Nameless barked.

“Sir!” the group exclaimed, hurriedly moving away to their men.

“So aggressive,” Rachel purred in a low tone.

“I want them ready,” Nameless sighed, leaning towards her.

“You’re doing great. My CO was the same way, he was a mustang too,” Rachel smiled.

“So are you, technically,” Nameless smirked.

She rolled her eyes.

“Most mustangs go from enlisted to commissioned, not mortal to the bearer of Deaths mantle,” Rachel spat in a hushed tone.

“We’re lucky to have you,” Nameless nodded.

“Damn right you are,” Rachel smiled.

She pushed herself off the crates.

“Mind if I shadow you? My girls have thousands of years of combat experience, plus there, ya know,” she trialed off.

“Literal servants of Death herself?” Nameless teased.

“Yeah,” Rachel sighed.

“Hey, if you wanna run the boys through some drills, be my guest, staff sergeant,” Nameless winked.

“My days of hazing are over. But those gun drills are sloppy as fuck,” she sighed, eyeing the gun crews across the bay.

“Go fix it, commander,” Nameless smiled.

She grinned, as she walked away.

As Rachel trailed off, Nameless crossed his arms, studying the practicing soldiers.

“Sir?” a female voice asked.

Nameless turned his head and saw Charlie’s commander.

“What can I do for ya?” Nameless asked.

The female officer meekly stepped forward, her eyes darting.

“I just wanted to say, my boys won’t disappoint,” she nodded softly.

“Kim, isn’t it? Captain Kim?” Nameless asked.

“Yes sir,” Kim nodded.

“What’s your first name?” Nameless asked.

“Chin-sun,” Captain Kim nodded.

“That’s South Korean, isn’t it?” Nameless asked, remembering his time there as an American Marine.

“I see you did your research,” Captain Kim smiled.

“You can say that, what can I do for you?” Nameless arched an eyebrow.

“With respect, sir, everyone here had to earn their place. We spent months going through the try outs. Only one in ten people made it past selection,” Kim said hurriedly.

“I had no part in that. The trials weren’t designed by me,” Nameless shrugged.

“I know, but War Captain Hera and Professor Thaddeus where very explicit in how the selection process was designed. Only the best, these are the finest professionals I’ve ever seen,” Kim said.

“That was training,” Nameless said grimly.

“Yes sir,” Kim nodded.

“How long where you with Zion, before Zyhara’s reign?” Nameless asked.

“Several Zion years sir. Fifteen missions.”

“And before that?”

“I was a communications officer in South Korea before the North smashed through the DMZ. I was recruited by Zion during the siege for Seoul.”

“So, what I’m gathering is the fall of Zion was the worst action you’ve seen?”

“Yes, yes it was,” Kim said distantly.

Nameless nodded and leaned forward.

“I’m sure every single one of you is more than deserving to be here. I’m glad they gave me the best, I just want to make sure you all are ready for the worst. I’m jumping headfirst into hell, I need people who are prepared for what happens when we get to the bottom of that pit,” Nameless said softly.

“We’re ready,” Captain Kim nodded firmly.

“Glad to hear it, I’ll be floating around spot checking the formation. Go see to your soldiers Captain,” Nameless nodded.

As the Captain walked away, Nameless strolled through the area, observing the soldiers as they trained. Officers were holding briefs, NCOs where running squads through fake buildings outlined by white engineer tape on the floor, practicing room entry. Medics were going over first aid, as the communications experts and professors where going over network relays.

As Nameless wondered, a deep sense of pride was bubbling up inside of him. These people where focused, professional, and ready. He went further into the bay, when he noticed Thaddeus standing with a group of people who looked like civilians, with cameras. What where they doing here?

Nameless made his way to him, and Thaddeus head nodded smiling.

“War Captain Nameless, meet Mrs. Jenkins and her camera crew. Zion public relations,” Thaddeus grinned.

“I wasn’t aware we had public relations, welcome aboard the Titan,” Nameless nodded.

The woman known as Mrs. Jenkins was a short and hefty woman, as she grinned. Her face was covered in thick make up, and her chubby brightly colored fingernails seemed clammy as she shook Nameless’s hand.

“And so, we finally meet the Infamous Nameless!” Mrs. Jenkins smiled.

“You’re a legend back home sir,” one of the camera men grinned.

“Such a strong face, good cheekbones. If you only you had picked show business instead of the military, the cameras will simply adore you!” Jenkins grinned.

“Yes, if only,” Nameless grumbled.

“Jenkins and her crew are here to provide footage of the battle,” Thaddeus nodded warmly.

“Is that wise?” Nameless arched an eyebrow.

“Oh, my sweet summer child, are you not aware of how unorthodox this is? Zion has never had never fielded a proper military before. People back home are nervous; they want to know where their tax dollars are going to. Not to mention, how is anyone supposed to believe in the new and proper parliament, if they’ve never seen the brave men and women who have come together to defend their way of life?” Jenkins smiled.

“Zion has always been the hidden hand that guides humanity and her alias. Stepping out of the shadows into the political agora means we must present a strong shield that protects less advanced peoples,” Thaddeus nodded.

“Fine, but your people must stay out of the way. There are thousands of moving parts to this operation, I don’t need some civilian being held hostage or used by the Axium as an example,” Nameless sighed.

“It’ll be like we aren’t even there!” Jenkins smiled.

She snapped her fingers, and her seven camera men bolted forward, intermingling into the formation. Before Nameless could protest, Thaddeus adjusted Nameless’s beret. Jenkins smiled, and took off her backpack, a floating drone buzzing out of the pack, its camera lens focused on them as a white flashlight illuminated them.

“Normally I would have you go through make up, but the bags under your eyes and pale skin indicates stress and focus. A great look, I love it sweetheart!” Jenkins bubbled as she retrieved a microphone from her pack.

“Thanks,” Nameless growled.

Jenkins cleared her throat, as a robotic voice from the hovering silver drone counted down from ten. Thaddeus leaned closer to Nameless as he crossed his arms.

“Choose your words carefully, this will be the first broadcast Mars has received in hundreds of years,” Thaddeus whispered.

“You fuckers need to start Gods damn warning me about important shit like this!” Nameless seethed out of the corner of his mouth.

“And we’re live, on board the mighty Titan, the very first battleship Mars has produced in centuries! I am Alysa Jenkins, standing next to War Captain Nameless. High councilmen of Mars, and now commander in chief of the combined armed forces of Zion at the ripe old age of twenty-one. Commander Nameless, your accolades and victories are the stuff of legend! Some people back home on Earth say you are Martian propaganda, Zionites claim you and your Vagabonds are merely exhortations by the crown to bolster public support for the true official army of Zion. What does the Nameless war captain have to say about these ridiculous accusations?” Jenkins grinned, leaning the microphone to him.

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Nameless sighed.

“People can believe what they want, my results speak for themselves,” Nameless said gruffly.

“And indeed, they do! You’ve amassed quite a following back home, the Church of Mars has proclaimed you to be a living god. People now offer prayers to you, as the new Nameless Patron. What do you have to say to those who have taken up the Nameless mantle?”

“If you truly follow the Nameless tenants, you’ll take up arms and defend our home. Earthers are not our enemy, for the first time in our history we have a common foe. Unite with our brothers and sisters, regardless of what planet they were born on, and help defend humanity from what claws at our doorstep,” Nameless said firmly.

“Well said commander, perhaps you can enlighten us with this next question. The crown and military intelligence have been very hush hush about what it is your brave soldiers are heading towards. What is it Zion seems to be throwing the kitchen sink at, and should folks back home be worried?” Jenkins asked cheerfully.

“The terrorist Organization known as the Dark Axium has taken over an interdimensional Space Station known as Barouge. They will be dealt with the same fire and fury we brought to Zion, giving into fear back home only bolsters our enemy. They want you to be scared. Standing firm and helping in any way you can in this war not only helps us, but will keep you safer,” Nameless said into the camera.

“A true military’s man answer! Finally, folks back home have noticed that the large bulk of the new Zion military is Martian. Is this favoritism, or does the military simply prefer folks who have been reared under such harsh and rugged conditions?”

“Recruitment is open to all, anyone can join. My unit is comprised of humans from all colonies and worlds, and I look forward to seeing more volunteers when we return home,” Nameless nodded.

The flashlight blinked, and Jenkins sighed, as she put the microphone down. Her wide eyes studied him as she put the microphone away. She straightened back up and put her hands on her hips.

“You really believe in this, don’t you?” Jenkins sighed.

“You don’t?” Nameless arched an eyebrow.

“A space station full of aliens and magic just appeared out of nowhere next to the colony we nuked back into the stone age. People are nervous you’re going to march this brand-new army on Earth for revenge. I like to preserve a healthy portion of reservation about all of this. If you all truly have humanities best interest at heart, a press tour might be necessary when we return,” Jenkins smirked.

“You and your people should emphasize what it is we’re facing,” Nameless grumbled.

“Folks back home have failing environments, civil unrest due to Zion, unemployment, the wealth gap, everyday life. The average viewer is just trying to put food on the table, the last thing they must worry about is some obscure threat millions of light years away,” Jenkins shrugged.

“My people thought the same thing, until the Axium killed half of our government and nearly toppled a city,” Nameless said darkly.

“An event with nearly no coverage. People don’t believe what they’re told, they believe what they see, Commander,” Jenkins nodded.

Jenkins picked up her backpack, the drone following as she walked into the bay, Nameless darkly following her with his eyes.

“Propaganda works best when those who are being manipulated are confident, they are acting on their own free will,” Rachel’s voice said.

Nameless shook his head as he turned to look at her.

“Nazi quotes applying to what we’re doing here doesn’t sit well with me,” Nameless grumbled.

“Oh, lighten up, it’s not like every government ever hasn’t used the press to sway public support in the militaries favor. You where American at one point, you should know,” Rachel chuckled.

“I just don’t like where all of this is going. Being in the taskforces defending overrun planets was one thing, but this is fuckery on an entirely different level. This can get out of hand quick.”

“So, let’s be the better people, together. Someone has to carry the big stick, might as well be us.”

“I guess,” Nameless sighed.

Nameless grinned chuckling, as Rachel arched an eyebrow.

“What?” She challenged.

“Alexander had the talk with me before coming down here,” Nameless grinned.

“What talk? The fuck-” Rachel trailed off. Her eyes widened.

“Oh my god!”

“He’s a good guy, he cares a lot about you.”

“I’m gonna chew his ass out for this. He has no business talking to my…” She drew silent. “Feels weird even saying that. I still get kinda queasy just looking at you.”

“Thanks,” Nameless rolled his eyes.

“Oh, lighten up fuck boy. C’mon, it’s end of day, let’s go make those tacos,” Rachel grinned.

The next two days was a miasma of activity. Nameless grew horse from the amount of talking and teaching he did. From wake up to end of day he was constantly moving, going over paperwork, checking and rechecking the troops, memorizing the levels and maps. He would stay up late into the night, pouring over the logistics with Rachel and Thaddeus. As Barouge drew closer, and closer, Nameless felt they were as ready as they could be.

The morning of the third day was spent in the sheets with Rachel, coffee, then down to the bay. As they entered, the soldiers stood once again in formation, this time in full battle rattle. Each soldier was more a commando, no two individuals kit the same as they were adorned in the bleeding edge of Zion’s military technology.

Each commando had black camouflage and was issued many different uniforms that would blend in with the terrain of whichever situation they were heading into. Above the grey armor over the black combat fatigues, each commando had a grey helmet with a green visor. Red stripes went down their helmets, with numbers or rank insignia indicated on their pauldrons. Their faces where completely shrouded by the armor, with numerous sensors, radios, and equipment.

Nameless stood in front of the formation, in his Armenium silver armor. Rachel stood beside him in her intricate and beautiful Zion Champion armor set, a silver laurel on her head with hummed with black energy.

“You ready?” Nameless asked in a hushed tone.

“Born ready,” Rachel grinned.

Nameless nodded, then signaled to Sergeant Major Thorn.

“Attention!” the Sergeant Major roared.

“You all know your plans and objectives. Proceed to the landing bay for departure. Good luck everyone!” Nameless called.

The formation dissolved as platoons marched off towards the massive cargo elevator built into the right side of the bay. Nameless walked in between the smaller formations, Rachel, and Thaddeus behind him as the daughters of death silently walked behind.

As they stepped onto the elevator, Nameless reminisced the last time he had boarded a cargo elevator. When the Princess’s distress signal had gone out, and every Zion task-force had mobilized. Shot out across the vast expanse of space to hidden ambushes, where few would return from. He would not allow that to happen again.

With a platoon on either side of them, Nameless watched the bay climb out of eyesight as the elevator descended into the bowels of the ship. Several levels past, and Nameless waved at Anatolievich as he stood in front of his own company. Soon, they arrived at the bottom of the ship. Here the vast long transport bay stretched out before them.

They stepped off the elevator, each platoon heading to a shuttle as Nameless walked down the long rows of stunning landing craft. He reached the end, where the crew of the Earhart stood in front of their shark mouth painted shuttle. Captain Nim grinned, and shook Nameless’s hand as his personal detachment of commandos filed in.

Vulture and crew Chief Sasha were stimmed up already, their pupils dilated as they vibrated in place. Thaddeus walked up to Nameless’s side, as Rachel stood in front of her pitch-black shuttle, her daughters taking their seats within.

Nameless walked over to her, and they embraced.

“You better be careful, fuck boy,” Rachel sighed.

“You know me better than that,” Nameless chortled.

She rolled her eyes, and they quickly kissed.

“Don’t do anything stupid,” Nameless pointed as he walked away.

“Hey!” Rachel called.

He turned his body as he walked backward.

“Bottle of whiskey says I kill more baddies than you!” she grinned.

“You still owe me from last time!”

“No, you do asshole!”

Nameless smiled as he gave a middle finger, then faced forward as he once again faced the crew of the Earhart. Vulture was smiling, using his hands to speak as his beaked mouth formed silent words.

“He says he’s itching to get going,” Nim chuckled.

“Let’s fucking do this!” Sasha groaned.

“Gotta wait for everyone to board,” Nameless nodded cheerfully.

Suddenly, the ship shuttered, as loud booms began sounding from the levels above. They had arrived, and the bombardment had begun. Each person shifted nervously as Nameless put his helmet on.

“Drop us off, and get back to the ship soon as possible,” Nameless said through his visor.

“What, no close air support?” Nim whined.

“Not this time, we got fighters for that. You’ll be seeing us plenty, I just don’t want to risk you guys unnecessarily in those tight ass levels,” Nameless said.

“You got it sir,” Nim nodded as Vulture saluted.

“Departure in five minutes,” a female voice boomed from the speakers overhead.

“Mount up!” Captain Nim roared.

Nameless climbed inside, sitting at the very end of the craft, next to the door. Across from him, Thaddeus sat in his combat fatigues and headset. Nameless grinned as the engines roared to life, the shuttle shaking.

“You ever thought you’d be seeing this much action as a professor?” Nameless called over then noise.

“Not in a million years my dear boy,” Thaddeus cackled.

Nameless plugged the ships internal com link to his helmet.

“We’re the first ones in, you’re the tip of the spear Nim,” Nameless called.

“You can count on the Earhart!” Nim called back.

“Laaaaaaaadies and gentlemen! Welcome aboard the Earhart, from all of us humble crew members, I humbly extend this briefing. Keep all bodily fluids inside yo nasty selves, in the event you do shit, piss, puke or produce any other kind of gross excess from your bodies, clean it up or we will kindly use your face to expedite the cleanup process! We wouldn’t puke on your home’s carpet, so don’t puke in ours. Thank you for choosing the mighty Earhart as your raft down shit creek, and we look forward to a successful after-action party!” Nim’s voice boomed over the intercom.

The shuttle shuttered and lifted off the ground as the massive bay doors opened. Nameless looked out the window and saw the looming dark terraced structure of the space station ahead. The Earhart zoomed forward, hurtling out of the massive battleship half the size of the big city back home. As the Earhart launched, dozens of arrows like formations of fighter craft launched from the carriers, speeding past the troop carriers towards the dark structure.

As the Earhart flew, dozens more troop transports fell into formation behind, forming a wall of steel racing downwards towards the top of the station. Long beams of laser, tracer fire, and thousands of shells propelled from the fleet, smashing into the station. Explosions and fire erupted from the megastructure as the defenses responded.

A bright blue column of light erupted from the center of Barouge, smashing into the Titan’s shields, eviscerating several troop transports that had been in the way. Nameless watched as the burning hulks spiraled into empty space, as the fleet pounded the station.

As Nameless watched, five massive metal containers, each several hundred feet wide and tall dropped like bombs from the bottom of the titan. Their booster engines ignited, and they shot down alongside the troop shuttles, towards the space station. Nameless turned his head to his soldiers besides him.

“Condition one!” Nameless roared.

The commandos nodded, slamming magazines home into their weapons, racking the bolts back. Nameless pulled out a magazine, and shoved it into the Beowulf’s magazine well, slapping the bottom of the mag as he felt the bolt ride home, seating a bullet. As fire, tracers and lasers soundlessly filled the space outside the windows, Nameless felt his stomach clench in fear.

He gulped down his fear, shaking his head as the Earhart rolled, barreling towards the top level of the space station. The towers and antenna of Barouge’s top raced towards them when an explosion ripped a whole in the top. A massive round from one of Titans main guns had smashed through the station’s shields, ripping a whole in the outer walls. Debris filled the empty vacuum of space as fire and sparks were belched from the burning superstructure.

“Brace yourselves, this is gonna be one hell of a landing!” Nim roared on coms.

Nameless watched Sasha rack back her machine gun, gripping the handles with her gloved hands as she smiled maniacally. As they drew closer to the top of Barouge, sections of the army broke off, escorted by fighters and several of the massive metal containers. Nameless’s leg of the formation hurtled down into the gap of the burning space station armor, darkness enveloping them.

Suddenly, the lights in the shuttle went out, as the Earhart’s artificial gravity turned off. They floated in the air as the shuttles cruised through the airless vacuum of the exposed top level.

“EMP blast?” Thaddeus called.

Nameless looked out the window and saw a dozen balls of black fire racing towards the powerless shuttles.

“Fucking Darktars, make sure they get to the ground in one piece!” Nameless roared.

Thaddeus nodded as Nameless pulled himself along the metal wall, towards the manual release lever. He yanked on the bright orange handle, and the shuttle’s cargo door detached, the oxygen sucked out of the ship as the vacuum of the station greeted them. Nameless made sure his helmet’s oxygen was on, as he slung his rifle. He then threw himself out of the Earhart, as the powerless craft hurtled deeper into the darkness.

As he floated in midair, the other powerless craft hurtling past him, Nameless saw Rachel had also jumped out of her craft, her daughters alongside her. Overhead, a flash bathed them in bright light. The floating warriors looked up, to see one of the massive metal containers had been wrenched open, all metal sides flung in every direction. The contraption that had been housed within whirred to life, as the Magnolia turned on.

Spider had heavily upgraded the mech suite, as it was now fifty feet tall, it’s flood lights craving away at the darkness. All six arms were extended as the mech suite hurtled downward like a god of war towards the vagabonds. Golden flame erupted from Nameless’s body as he engaged his energy. Across from him, Rachel’s wings sprouted from her back, as her daughters’ bodies erupted with dark grey and black flame.

“Let’s dance,” Nameless growled.

A wall of Darktars where racing towards them, as the gun emplacements in the walls opened. The area they were in was expensive, and circular. It was clear that was an up or down, but the defense where firing from every conceivable direction. Like clothes tumbling in a washing machine, the army was now shooting in every direction. The airless top level of the station turned into a burning maze of gun fire and explosions as Nameless went to work. He raced forward, his golden lance in hand as he leveled it as the nearest enemy.

The darktar flung long darts of red fire, some missed, others smashing into Nameless’s energy as they evaporated harmlessly. Nameless pushed forward, and plunged the lance deep into Darktars shoulder cavity, effectively impaling the hapless opponent. The Darktar fell limp, as Nameless pulled the lance out. He then flung the burning spear across from him, sending it deep into another Darktar. Five more pounced onto him, flailing their energy lines and clawing at him with long talons of dark energy.

Nameless grabbed one, and headbutted him so hard, his brains were launched from the back of the enemy’s collapsed skull, killing him instantly. Nameless began beating more to death with his fists of burning gold flame when his lance sprung back to him. Nameless punched his fist through the chest of the nearest Darktar and held his bloody hand out as the lance landed in his hand. He then ripped the lance back to him through the Darktars body, cutting them in half.

As blood and guts floated in the empty vacuum, Nameless looked down and saw the shuttles had landed, with dozens of warriors flooding out. The commandos where already hard at work, pulling themselves along the ground as engineers began bolting rope lines to the ground, so the commandos could stay on the floor or walls for when gravity was restored.

Nameless rolled through the air, his flames criss crossing with Rachel’s as they weaved through the air, forming two spiraling comets of death that destroyed any that got in their way. As they worked, the Magnolia roared downward, the boosters built into her feet screeching as Spider hurtled for the power generators. A massive firestorm erupted as the enemy defenses opened fire, the Magnolia descending towards them.

Across from the bunkers, the commandos where steadily pushing their way towards the power station. Lines of fire where criss crossing as each side did their best to kill the other. Rockets zipped back and forth, sending chunks of people floating through the air as they impacted. The Magnolia landed on the top of the power station, and Spider plunged his massive sword into the station. Blue fire shot out from the windows as the enemy inside the massive bunker were killed instantly.

Tiny little flecks of orange erupted from the compartment attached to the Magnolia like a backpack, as dozens of orange suited spiders scuddled down the mech suites body, invading the power station.

Meanwhile, Rachel and Nameless were mopping up the enemy resistance. The last few remaining Darktars retreated into open metal vents in the walls as power was restored. The gravity returned, as bits and pieces of people and machinery fell to the floor far below like rain. Nameless hovered in midair, holding his lance as Rachel sighed, flapping her wings as she held her bow.

“How many did you get?” Rachel huffed.

“I dunno, I kinda lost count after seven I think,” Nameless sighed through his visor.

Rachel grinned from underneath her blue hood, her black fire energy lapping around her.

“I got thirteen!” she laughed.

“Bullshit!” Nameless snapped.

“You’re just mad I’m winning,” Rachel shrugged.

“Guys?” Spider said over the radio.

“What’s up man?” Nameless called.

“We got a problem,” Spider sighed.