benjamin stalker ended the mission log, and sighed deeply. he had never been on a
saint mothership before, so blue prints were impossible. he only knew two words in
saint lingo, infidel and pickaxe. no help there. several other people had managed to
board an enemy ship, but none of them were alien, and none of them were mother-
ships. still, he read their files anyway.mabey there was some kind of tactic that he
had missed. fat chance, but he was open to possibilities.
he said out loud to himself,"Vaneesi niemi..... borded a shuttle.....infiltrated german
government.....kidnaped a military leader. josh frindi.....majors acidic liquids.....
broke into the presidents house....Andre "boom" shawk.....demolitions man.....
found a way to concentrate and atom bomb in to a quarter mile radius...... all scientists."
stalker sat back. he was no scientist. but he didnt need science and phisics to se that a
door needs blown down, or that an alien needs shot.
stalker pushed back his chair, stood up and looked around. the bunks he shared with no-
one were scatterd in junk, his wardrobe empty, save for some pants and his armor, the floor
was scattered with pictures and files of anyone he could get ahold of to learn about his mission.
running his hand through his black, wavy hair, he made his way to his bed. it was ten feet away,
but with all the junk, it took several seconds to get there.
he spoke into the air, aperently to no one."Computer, classic, maby some...wolfgang amadeus,
or no, play some johann Strauss. also dimm the lights by eighty percent."
"proccessing"said an automated female voice.
"thank you" as the lights darkend and a marvelous tune played from the hidden speakers
around his room, stalker layed down on his bed, closed his eyes, and drifted to sleep.

"alrite, ben, you take the south side. jonas, fawx, you climb up the west side wall. i am going
to go rite up to the front gate. when you get the signal, take out the gaurds. got it?"
"yes"
"got it"
"ill be there"
jack looked around at his brothers, his teamates. he depended on every one of them so much.
but he new that none of them wouldnt let him down.
then he turned away, and all four of them ran into the night.
ben reached the south gate.upon the signal, he would bust the gate, take out the gaurds, and
meet at the east side. there was a tent there that encamped the viceroy of a millitary Phenomenon
long since had that army died, but he was a milestone in military history. and being captured,
would mean he was no longer the best.
BANG

stalker jerked up out of his sleep.
BANG,BANG,BANG rang from the door.light flooded thru the windows.
"Come in!"he yelled as loud as he could muster, And rolled over.
the door opend and general Haseguff walked in.
"general." he said as he stood up and saluted.
"Major." he said back. "Breifing is at 0900 hours."
"thank you sir. i will be there."
an odd silence passed, and felt like an eternity.
"is there something i can help you with, general?" stalker said.
"no. im just thinking obout how proud your brothers would be of you."
"thank you sir. i will remember them on this mission."
a couple more od seconds, and the general noded and left. stalker relaxed, and made his way to the
shower.
"so much for a deep sleep before going into battle" he said as the steamy water washed over him.5 minets later, stalker got out of the shower. "Computer, can i hear some...say, CCS pleaze.
"proccessing... there are curently 17 musicians with the abrieviations of C.C.S.-"
"Computer, Chocolate coverd spiders, please."
"proccessing...."
"THANK YOU."
as the music started playing, he walked to the wardrobe.
"hmmm... should i wear, Black armor with the Black inferno crest, or the Black armor with the
Black inferno crest?"
"invalid question. please resate question.''
he simply smiled and continued to strap on armor. boots , shinpads, kneepads, thighpads, hip
pads, pistol belt and holster, abdominal plate, rib plates, back plate, chest plate, strap for
sm-30 battle rifle,-
stalker glanced at his helmet, still in the wardrobe. he reached over and picked it up.
four years ago and week, his brothers looked up from the darkness of germany. had he known
that they would have died, he would have pulled out. and his brothers would have followed him.
stalker looked into the helmets eyes. as he wiped away a tear, he thought about that last night.
how they left each other. how the got so far. just so they could screw up the-
no, he thought to himself, there was no way of knowing. he lifted the helmet and jammed it on
his head. he reached back into the wardrobe, and pushed the fake wall. the wall spun 180 degrees
to reveal a battle rifle, witch he slung onto his back, and a pistol wich he slamed into his hip
holster.he closed the wardrobe, and the mirror image of himself apeared there.
stalker looked where his eyes would have been, even though they were coverd by 1 inch 1-way
glassteel. for a breif second he stared. as the song ended,he turned away and walked out the
door.