*Starting Scene*

Rewinding the clock by a decent amount, casualties occur on the side of Earth 03 via numerous explosions as the gold jet leading them swiftly maneuvers. Because of that, two of the Terminators are solely attention of eliminating that craft, however, it's too fast for any of their ammunition to even graze it. Meanwhile, a few groups from Earth 03's forces persistently assault the occupied vessels' lower extremities, hoping that to be their weakest area.

The Taurians navigating the pair of Terminators strive to counter the sneaky onslaught, but are quickly distracted each time through the gold jet flying close to their bow, practically taunting them.

While that transpires, several jets capitalize on their leader's diversion and cause significant damage to the Terminators as Earth 03's personnel are filled with confidence. In addition, their armada have ensured that the other three Terminators don't interfere, even though many of the ships can't do much in a straightforward battle with the immense craft's artillery.

The gold jet's pilot sees the devastation of his comrades and utters with a bit of frustration notable, "If we can take out their cannons, it'll be easier to turn this into a grind game. That'd definitely tilt things to our favor." The male soon keys on a barrage of beams soaring towards his machine as this compels him to promptly have the jet dive in avoidance. During that, the gentleman peers at where the attack originated while discovering multiple vessels matching the velvet color scheme of the Terminators, only a lot smaller in comparison, as his agitation increases. "Almost forgot about the Standards! They're willing to weaken the defenses of their ruler to finally claim the Milky Way!" He chuckles. "The Galactic Government is going to be deeply indebted to us, especially when we beat these-"

An array of eruptions cut the man off, compliments of the Terminator nearest to the gold craft managing to connect some shots with Earth 03's members who were focusing on its weaponry.

The gold jet hurriedly adjusts its trajectory to climb towards the upper part of the Terminator as the pilot depicts the explosions eliminating his allies and attempts to control his emotions until yelling in an upset manner, "Sons of bitches!" He abruptly directs his machine towards the front of the Terminator, relentlessly firing his blasters to penetrate through the protective glass that the Taurians are hiding behind.

The Taurians laugh at the fruitless effort prior to their commander instructed that they target the oncoming jet.

Aware of the Taurians' intent, the medal-endowed fellow rapidly pulls the jet upward, dodging the assault, while temporarily detaining his guns' production of ammunition. Once the spacecraft travels above the Terminator, the adult instills his gaze to a team of Standards advancing towards him from atop the enormous ship. Undeterred, the pilot steers his jet towards the enemy as he perfectly eludes any shots delivered by them while reciprocating with his own fire, except he's successful in hitting his mark.

That concludes with a handful of eruptions being forged, which isn't an easy feat considering that the Standards are equal in size to Earth 03's vessels, and leaves minuscule damage to the Terminator's northern sector.

Afterwards, the gold jet momentarily journeying into the explosion before eventually arriving at the Terminator's rear, having maintained itself from receiving a single strike, as it descends amidst spinning around accordingly so the pilot can point all of its blasters towards the gigantic ship. A second later, the helmet-wearing person launches another attack that doesn't do much, aside from annoying the Taurians, with a new batch of beams hurled towards his machine.

To the Taurian's displeasure, the cannons burn away at the Terminator's armor by mistake while continually failing to make contact with the gold jet. Simultaneously, sticking close to the Terminator, the pilot firmly communicates with his companions while staying attentive of the bombardment chasing him. "Status!"

A guy containing a raspy voice urgently answers via the microphone. "We're 30% into disarming the one next to you! Unfortunately, we've lost half of our men on this end!"

The leader grits his teeth, strengthening his grip of the controls, and thinks with anger dwelling, "And I'm sure that there's barely any left here following those recent blasts! I didn't underestimate the Terminators, but I guess I was a little too optimistic! We need more than me acting as a decoy and doing gradual dismantling of their weapons!" He suddenly registers a couple of Standards heading towards his right since he's presently situated at the bottom of the Terminator, requiring him to switch his course to prevent their onslaught from landing.

The Taurians commandeering the nearby Terminator witness the Fighting Falcon-styled object contending with the Standards as they're about to use this instance to finally rid themselves of the feisty adversary, every cannon fixed onto the spot the jet's going.

The pilot immediately disappoints the Taurians though, drastically decreasing his spacecraft's velocity, precisely when a collection of beams were expelled from the massive vessel's artillery. Then, utilizing the powerful wave that the assault's generating, the gold machine distances itself from the pair of Standards that had to halt their progression so they wouldn't accidentally get hit by the ray.

Not long after, the duo alter their angling in preparation of resuming their pursuit of the gold jet, although are unceremoniously obliterated thanks to a teal-colored radiance crashing upon the Terminator while the blast also annihilates the giant ship as a result.

The gold jet's pilot lets out a baffled gasp while leaning onward due to his machine still maneuvering backwards from the previous attack issued by the now destroyed Terminator. This lasts until the male deviates his concentration to the origin of the unexpected strike via turning his head left, however, can't gain a good view of the source as he frantically question, "What was that?!" The gentleman directs his speech to his allies listening in with sternness beginning to surface. "Did any of you have something to do with that?!"

The fellow from earlier responds with no real difference to his conduct. "How would we?! There's not a single craft under our domain with the raw power to totally wipe out a Terminator!"

The medal-wearing character breathes profoundly to collect his bearings and thinks as he keeps his focus westward while the teal blast has faded away, "I ask out of confirmation. It isn't uncommon for soldiers to be sent off to die unnecessarily when the higher-ups could have a great means of reducing loss of personnel secretly tucked away. The reason they stall in using such things at the start is because of finances. Money will forever come before their own people." Rage swiftly envelopes the adult while thinking with his vision aimed towards the second Terminator, "It pisses me off! That's my family they're neglecting!"

Upon finishing that thought, quitting his effort in discerning what had been behind one of the Taurians' spacecraft, the pilot has his jet soar towards the Terminator that sustained damage from the recent destruction of the vessel that was formerly poised beside its left as well.

Concurrently, Earth 03's other jets traverse around the massive ship while supporting the gold machine via countless blows hitting the Terminator's bottom section of its hull, specifically the part that was heavily effected. After a brief period of doing that, the team of crimson jets see that their ammo is slowly denting the Terminator, invoking pride from them, and continue the pressure with tremendous vigor.

Infuriated by the arrogance of their opponent, the Taurians controlling several Standards take on the responsibility to dispose of the folks pestering that Terminator via long-range shots hurling towards the crimson machines' posterior.

Luckily, Earth 03's forces are defended by the abrupt appearance of numerous Deltas as the gems rapidly advance towards the Standards, despite colliding with the barrage. Ultimately, a few of the Deltas slam against the velvet vessels while the mighty impact each wields drives the bow of those ships to decline inward. In conclusion, Earth 03's members gawk at the Standards, compliments of their spacecrafts notifying them the oncoming fire that initially targeted them, prior to becoming fairly confused.

During that, the gold jet's pilot and the Taurians' navigating the Terminators are solely concerning themselves with one another as the much smaller ship continually uses its size to its advantage for evading the cannons. A couple of moments later, the helmet-endowed individual analyzes his surroundings to detect a region along the Terminator that's vacant enough so he could channel most of his onslaught as he gingerly comments, "Where is it?! I was told that they disarmed more than a fourth of it! It shouldn't be too difficult to find!" He then strives to inquire the companion he spoke to before for better details until keying onto a Terminator unpredictably hovering above the immense ship he's dealing with.

The Taurians in both Terminators hastily communicate with each other to agree on what their next move is while the cannons from the upper vessel steadily point downward.

The pilot's quickly plagued by terror as he raises the volume of his voice while having his jet retain its journey over the lower Terminator. "They can't be seriously contemplating that!" His worries come to fruition shortly after via a storm of projectiles descending upon the ginormous object, compelling the guy to feverishly commandeer his Fighting Falcon with tension surging throughout his constitution. "Freaking stupid bastards! They're as bad as the government!"

A masculine tone suddenly remarks to the gold jet's pilot and is clearly upset. "Who are you talking about, Lt. Colonel?! It best not be-"

The Lt. Colonel harshly interrupts the man while glancing towards his microphone. "Don't distract me! Anyway, if you have the time to make a complaint, help me instead!" The pilot's randomly jerked around thanks to multiple explosions landing near his machine and desperately changes the jet's trajectory to ensure that it doesn't get hit. Following that, the Lt. Colonel resumes speaking with aggravation mixed in as he intently watches where his spacecraft is going. "Your side's supposed to handle at least 3 of the Terminators! What the hell happened?!"

Right as the Lt. Colonel was about to receive an answer, the Terminator getting attacked by its own kind shoots at the gold jet, further complicating the male's attempt of avoiding harm.

The Lt. Colonel's jet wildly weaves as he tinkers with the controls and mutters, "Guess I'll have to risk it!" The fellow eventually pulls on a lever stationed under the front of his cockpit, leading to the gold machine excessively heating up prior to blitzing through the area with impeccable agility. This permits the Lt. Colonel to exit the vicinity of both Terminators in mere seconds, although notably has some trouble manipulating his jet.

Barely observing the gold craft's travel, the character who the Lt. Colonel was discussing with angrily shouts, "You activated your Speed Demon! That's only meant for emergencies!"

The Lt. Colonel refrains from retorting amidst flying pass a bunch of the Taurians' ships without allotting them the chance to properly react and implemented a couple of rounds onto each enemy in the process. 

Due to that, the many Standards either blow-up from their engines being struck or are taken out of the equation by the destruction of their turbines, so they can't move.

The masculine voice persists his complaining to the Lt. Colonel, despite the pilot's success in defeating several adversaries. "Are you listening to me?! Your energy will be depleted once that mode ends, you know?! You'll be a sitting duck out there! There'll still be a lot of Taurians left!"

The Lt. Colonel fiercely snaps at his comrade, not letting up his assault on the Taurians even for a moment. "That's why I'm trying to reduce their numbers as much as possible before that occurs! Oh, and if you don't consider the circumstance I was previously in to be an EMERGENCY, then prepare to have your teeth knocked in when we're done!"

The man's substantially enraged. "Don't go threatening me! Remember who has the higher ranking, Lt. Colonel! I'm-"

The Lt. Colonel, tired of hearing his colleague's rambling, cuts off their method of contact via hurriedly removing his helmet by use of his left hand while revealing his spiky, brown hair and his Caucasian complexion. After that, the pilot's blue eyes narrow as he's quite irritated, releases his possession of the helmet through resting it next to his left and promptly returns his western appendage upon the controls while saying to himself, "Hierarchy signifies nothing if you're a heartless commanding officer! Trust in those willing to embark into life-threatening battles for their people! If you don't, you'll grant them good reasoning to abandon their team because of your lack of valuing them! Show empathy to others, damn it! I taught that to my son! We oughta' be able to exemplify it!"

With the conclusion of that statement, the two Terminators positioned close to one another ceased their cannons' firing since the Taurians soon realized that the gold jet has disappeared and commence searching for it. At the same time, a handful of the extraterrestrials are overcome by confidence thanks to them suspecting that they managed to eliminate the foe until every member registers a teal blast rapidly heading towards the Terminator situated at the top, which is where most of the Taurians believing they were successful reside.

An instance later, the Terminator is obliterated like its predecessor as the massive eruption that followed added more damage to the vessel poised southward, almost fully piercing its strong alloyed. Even though they were lucky enough not to immediately meet the exact fate their companions did, the Taurians within the other Terminator aren't safe, compliments of Suta haphazardly demonstrating himself at the spacecraft's bow and swiftly navigates Iota towards it.

Suta, containing Omega to his right while angled sideways with his left sector aimed towards the Terminator, gets ready to swing his weapon via both hands gripping it as he earnestly declares, "Just a minor nudge is required for you to cross Death's door." The lad quickly delivers a horizontal slash on the Terminator as the tool's blade united its separated halves with none of his aura applied to Omega. Keeping his soaring constant during that strike, Suta ultimately slices the Terminator in two and cheerfully includes to his earlier comment, "And that's what I call a NUDGE." He chuckles before a large explosion transpires behind him, symbolizing the Terminator's demise.

Earth 03's personnel witness the unprecedented destruction of the pair of Terminators with astonishment consuming them. While the humans are attentive of that, a big group of Standards strive to avenge their fallen allies after temporarily traumatized, considering that they never imagined the Terminators to lose so abruptly. Fortunately, the Deltas are still actively involved in the combat between Earth 03 and the Taurians as they crash on different parts of the advancing ships.

The Taurians are profoundly flustered, doing everything they can muster to counter the Deltas. Too bad for them, whenever they make an attempt, things don't work out well due to both the gems' versatility and durability as multiple Standards begin to be destroyed by repetitive collisions.

The Earth 03's forces that weren't far from the collection of Standards suffering casualties shift their gaze to the opponents, dumbfounded further by the prowess of the Deltas prior to discovering more velvet vessels hastily journeying towards their location. Also depicting the new batch of ships, the grey and black armada's passengers exhibit panic while those in charge of each craft try to devise a plan.

The Lt. Colonel becomes aware of the increase of the Taurians' quantity, however, is compelled to revert his concentration to where his jet's going from it continuing its Speed Demon setting and softly speaks with stress portrayed. "Something's not right! There shouldn't be this many Standards nearby! The Galactic Government originally informed us that we'd be fighting mostly Terminators! Perhaps, a few dozen Standards would tag along as overkill, but it looks like 100 of them have joined the fray! It feels as if we're..." He trails off, keying on the fact that his machine has suddenly shut down, while emanating concern amidst viewing his controls and briefly gasps. Afterwards, the Lt. Colonel shakes the contraption's handles, utilizing his right appendage to press numerous buttons, as he exclaims with frustration building up, "No, don't die yet!"

At that same moment, several Standards the Lt. Colonel was in the process of assaulting point their blasters at the gold jet.

The Lt. Colonel instantly realizes the Taurians' goal through focusing forth, despair presented until closing his eyes to reflect upon his life with his head hanging a tad. Not long after, a thud sound echos from the front of the Fighting Falcon, resulting in the brown-haired gentleman mounting his sight onward again. Thanks to that, the Lt. Colonel finds Suta standing atop the machine's nosecone, Iota nowhere to be seen, and is rendered speechless.

Then, Suta randomly sits down with his legs crossed as he horizontally perches Omega onto his lap, nonchalantly watching the Standards on the verge of firing.

The Lt. Colonel contorts himself towards Suta, having detached his rear from his seat, while initially desiring to ask the individual of his identity before recalling that the Taurians looming.  Soon after, the blue-eyed guy spots a barrage of shots traversing towards him and Suta as fear is brimming from the adult.

Suta persists his attitude and forges a substantial sum of Deltas ahead of the gold jet, nullifying the projectiles with no problem whatsoever.

The Lt. Colonel's bewildered once again as he haphazardly sinks back onto his seat and silently mouths, "What?"

Suta veers his head westward to glimpse at the Lt. Colonel so he could give him a warm smile prior to administering his vision towards the jet while placing the palm of his left hand upon its nosecone.

Following that, the gold spacecraft hurriedly regains its power, causing the Lt. Colonel to gawk at the jet and yells out of disbelief, "What?!"

Suta eventually removes his left limb from the jet with a bit of his aura lingering, diverting his attention to the oncoming Standards since they have yet to quit their efforts in annihilating the Lt. Colonel's machine. To his surprise though, the young man witnesses the velvet ships detaining their progression and onslaught while cocking his head to the right with his left eyebrow elevated. Suta's behavior is then switched to display annoyance while slumping forward and fixes his head's position as he mumbles, "You didn't leave..."

In the meantime, the Lt. Colonel grows confused from discerning Suta's current personality, although promptly resets his interest to the Taurians' Standards as he notices that they aren't doing anything. Despite that, the Caucasian uses this opportunity to commandeer the jet eastward while verifying how much energy the craft now has amidst thinking, "I'm not sure what's happening, but I won't whine about it." The Lt. Colonel quickly brings his gaze to Suta, compliments of the poncho-wearing fellow rising to his feet with Omega carried in his right hand. 

A split second later, a distraught cry resounds from the Lt. Colonel's helmet because of the microphone it wields, pleading for assistance.

The Lt. Colonel swiftly grabs his helmet via his left hand after temporarily looking at it, worry emitted, while drawing the object towards his lips to firmly utter, "Talk to me!"

A different male from the one that the Lt. Colonel was getting aggravated by rebuttals, urgency and stress apparent. "Our systems have been completely infiltrated!"

The Lt. Colonel's eyes widen as he thinks, "A viral attack?! The Taurians aren't known for that!"

Suta navigates himself clockwise, concluding with the star facing in the direction of Earth 03's armada. Upon accomplishing that, the teal-eyed character radiates intensity as he mildly remarks during the encirclement of aura accumulating at Omega's blade, "Are you throwing another fit, Exca? You're only complicating stuff that have nothing to do with you." A certain detail rapidly dawns on Suta due to detecting a familiar presence and can't help smirking. "Oh, you're here too. That's not a coincidence, is it?"

*Scene Change*

Rewinding to when the Syndicate's fleet exited the wormhole, Callahan marches towards a member's station that's on the right region of the Bridge after being informed that they are connected to the primary channel, per his order, and waves the Model 29 accordingly so they would grant him room. As he positions himself there, confronting the post, the coat-endowed gentleman maneuvers the portal gun towards his face and coldly inquires, "Enjoying yourself, Exca?"

Exca screams from the Model 29 in a pitiful manner, "LET ME OUT!"

Callahan bluntly replies. "I will, but you're gonna' be working for me. You floundered your freedom 'til this point. It's about time you do something proactive."

Exca wrathfully disputes with Callahan, his demonic tone added. "NO! I WON'T BE USED BY YOU!"

Callahan dully stares at his gun. "I'm not allowing you any choice in the matter. If you're so adamant over rejecting the idea of doing my bidding, you'll be trapped forever. You obvious don't want that. It's sufficiently bad that you were secluded for your reputation and loathing towards the universe, however, you've proven that you're still willing to put that aside to obtain companionship."

Exca grovels a little before defensively vocalizing, "SHUT UP! THERE'S NOT A SINGLE THING YOU CAN SAY TO CONVINCE ME TO BE YOUR SLAVE!"

Callahan glances left to depict Doyenne while thinking, "At least he comprehends how he'll be perceived by me." The Irish returns his sight to the Model 29 as he softly questions with a hint of deviousness showing, "What if I were to guarantee that you'd get what you always longed for?"

Exca abruptly grows silent, saved a few faint whimpers that occur from nervousness.

Accepting Exca's lack of communication as the first sign of it falling victim to his manipulation, Callahan states with a sinister grin, "You'll achieve the bliss that comes from having a loving, understanding girl. Plus, I'll secure that you'd never need to fret about the Galactic Government again. It was on my to do list from the start."

Exca eagerly shouts, "I'll help then!"

Callahan demonstrates a knowing expression, hastily aims the Model 29 towards the counter ahead of him and declares in his normal volume, "I figured as much." 

The nearby Syndicate personnel are shocked at Callahan's unexpected action, although refrain from interfering thanks to fearing that he might direct the weapon towards them.

Meanwhile, a solemn demeanor hurriedly engulfs Callahan, continuing his conversation with Exca. "Listen close. The name of the game is Infested to Death. You may not appreciate the label of a virus, but that's your purpose here. Aside from the Syndicate's system, eradicate all you come across. Expand through every fiber of the universe to accomplish this. Got it?"

Exca enthusiastically responds. "Yes! Send me out already! I want my dream to become a reality as fast as possible! I'm sick of waiting!"

Callahan shakes his head out of displeasure due to Exca's attitude prior to firing the Model 29 at the targeted area. Amazingly, the implemented shot simply submerges into the workstation with no damage left as the white-haired fellow soon drops his hoisted limb and steers himself counterclockwise so he's facing towards Whatley.

Whatley nods, aware of the situation from Callahan's behavior, while embedding both hands onto his waist.

Callahan suddenly alters his focus to Doyenne as he leisurely comments, "I have another job for you. It's nothing major, so I think you wouldn't mind."

Doyenne exhibits skepticism, caressing her hair with her right hand during that. "I'll be the judge of that. I oughta' not even humor you, considering our deal."

Callahan folds his arms together. "You don't wanna' risk the chance of pissing me off. That's the reason. Perceive it to be your survival instincts kicking in. Believe me. You'll do less than your previous task."

Curiosity encompasses Doyenne. "How? I was bait. I merely stood around until you and Exca began fighting. I had to evade your weapons' bullets and whatever other stuff that went my way"

Callahan deviates his gaze eastward. "Precisely. This time you won't have to concern yourself with that detail. You'll stay put. That's the lone thing you'll concentrate on." He sternly glares at Doyenne from the edge of his vision. "No exceptions."

Doyenne's slightly taken aback, comprehending that Callahan isn't to be underestimated.

Registering Doyenne's present conduct, Callahan casually swings himself to momentarily view the battle between Earth 03's forces and the Taurians. Eventually, the indigo-eyed individual specifies his attention to the vicinity where the Terminators are mainly located as he discovers that a couple of them have been obliterated. Suspecting who's behind that, Callahan shoots the Model 29 after pointing it downward while keeping his arms united and creates an opening upon the floor in front of him. This leads to the male slipping through it via a few steps as he promptly descends onto the Lt. Colonel's jet, landing atop its canopy.

The Lt. Colonel's immediately baffled while gawking at Callahan, having the appendage holding his helmet draped upon his lap, as his machine persists its eastward journey. After a tiny delay, the pilot recognizes Callahan from having seen images of him in the past as he exclaims with his astonishment escalating, "You're...!" 

Suta lackadaisically commandeers his sight to Callahan via angling his head towards the right. "Think of the devil and he shall appear." The aqua-haired entity chuckles, vague criticism forming. "You don't require oxygen either, I see. Must really love being a cyborg, huh?"

Callahan quickly disassembles the Model 29 as he currently refuses to speak, a grand amount of seriousness portrayed throughout.

The Lt. Colonel does a fast double-take involving Suta and Callahan, not putting too much thought into the latter's dismantling of his weapon, while thinking, "Seems that they're acquainted, but clearly not in a good way." He then hears a significant surge of noise generating from his helmet, rapidly reminding the adult of the circumstance his comrades are contending with, while bringing the object back towards his mouth amidst strictly asking, "Still with the same problem?!"

Inside one of Earth 03's ships, multiple uniformed people are monitoring the status of their system with worry expelling. Simultaneously, a muscular, pale guy bearing a bunch of medals like the Lt. Colonel on his uniform furiously answers into the microphone he has attached to his head, observing his subordinates' efforts in the process. "This isn't something that can be fixed easily, Lt. Colonel!" The man includes sarcasm to his tone as he narrows his brown, resonating with disdain. "Also, I'm so glad you decided to rejoin us!"

The Lt. Colonel's on the verge of issuing an angry reply before keying onto the existence of an IMI Desert Eagle, intriguing the Caucasian, while muttering, "Did he just make a different gun out of another? That's not how that works though."

Callahan hastily directs the tool at Suta with both hands strongly gripping it.

Suta's relaxed demeanor steadily fades as he properly confronts Callahan. "You really plan on sticking to your word about us finishing this. Wouldn't you be multitasking if we do that right now?"

Callahan's person doesn't budge an inch, reflecting the high level of focus he's wielding. "Killing you shares that sort of devotion. Overthrowing the Galactic Government has been my goal for years. I despise breaking the promises I make with myself most than anything else."

Suta slants his head westward, quiet for a minuscule period until repairing his positioning sufficiently to smile.

Callahan senses danger from that simple action and hurriedly fires the Desert Eagle's silver sphere at Suta.

Suta dodges the projectile through weaving eastward, remembering that attempting to deflect it with Omega wouldn't result well, while swiftly decreasing the gap from Callahan and prepares to land a slash on the adversary as he maintains his sword solely in his right limb. Sadly, the young man's strike is derailed by the arrival of one of the last two Terminators that were initially battling Earth 03's armada, speeding towards the gold jet's rear and launches numerous shots from its cannons. 

The Lt. Colonel barely manages to navigate his craft to avoid contact with the bombardment since he instantly became aware of the threat from his radar notifying him.

At the same time, not letting his momentum go to waste, Suta passes Callahan's right with Omega nearly dividing its blade to blast the Terminator into smithereens, however, abruptly stops once he stations himself behind the criminal. This is caused by the star depicting the terminator detaining its assault without warning while ceasing its course towards the jet.

The Lt. Colonel retains his jet's mobility to ensure that he's at a considerable range as he watches the Terminator with confusion shown.

Callahan lags a little in facing towards Suta's posterior, having reverted the Desert Eagle's aim to his opponent because of the recoil briefly driving his arms above him.

Suta soon calmly remarks with his attention glued to the Terminator, possessing the appendage carrying Omega hanging beside his being, "You're forcing Exca to neutralize them. Must've tantalized him with what he desperately wants. It's the only way you can get him to follow your whim, honestly. You contain no ill will against them, but you won't tolerate the Taurians shoving their nose into your business." The male contentedly nods. "You certainly merit your bounty. So does Exca, even if he is irritating to chat with."

Callahan blandly scoffs. "That's putting it mildly." He suddenly shoots the Desert Eagle into the back of Suta's skull, his arms snapping upward again as this concludes with the eruption of the teal-eyed gentleman's afflicted sector.

The Lt. Colonel witnesses that with his head cocked rearward and displays a dumbfounded expression, his jaw substantially dropped.

*Scene Cuts To Black*

To Be Continued...