is that... you?
"This is Ed, who do I look like? Sorry, I guess it might be sort of hard to tell... I'm glad you made it. I wish I could help you. You remember the mission, don't you? Don't mess with me, man ..."
|Yes... yes... the mission...
|<Fort Bragg, North Carolina>|
1900 Saturday May 7, 1994
"At ease men. This is the final briefing. Your team will be dropped from a
C-151 transport over the Yucatan. ETA 0200 hours tomorrow. The DZ is classified.
In addition to the standard equipment, you'll be carrying a small,
|Yes now I remember. Steven had the code...|
"Recognize me?... It's a good thing you made it, you're probably the last hope now. Find Greg and the bomb and bring this whole place down."
Upon returning to the surface,
triggering any one of the radio
beacons will signal the extraction
team to pick you up. Ten minutes
are required from the time the
extraction team signal is given
to the time the helicopters arrive
at the pyramid. Allow an additional
ten minutes for the helicopters to
reach minimum safe distance from
"This is Greg, dude. I guess maybe it's hard to recognize me in this state, that's ok. I don't have a beacon. I got cut off from the rest of the group... they had all three. I hope you found one, you'll need it."
I can't find...
or am i
the day we
fears of the
and only i
Leela, the curse of the Vylae FTL network.
"We're nearly there, Leela is expecting us."
Oh! how Durandal had laughed when he heard that she had gone rampant.
But this wasn't going to be a pleasant reunion.
As Durandal had put it:
"We can't have too many meta-stable personality constructs in the universe. Remember Tycho!"