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He was angered. Not just at himself, but at the Clunkers, the Humans, everyone.

Vandal was ready to kill someone. His closest friend, beaten within in an inch of his life, lay mangled and bloody at his feet. He hated himself for not calling him back, for not going after him sooner, for not being able to help.

Vandal fought back a tear, to not show weakness in the face of a potential Death.

As Vandal was beating himself up silently, the ground began to quiver, then shake, suddenly trembling, as if the Earth itself was about to open up and swallow them whole for his weakness.

That was when he saw the Grand Walker in his mind's eye, its guns turned towards all four of them. He knew what was going to happen, the quad 99 on the conning tower was loaded with mortar rounds, and was angling to bombard them to Hell. The gun was lit by spotlights, and a figure was hanging from the barrels.

Suddenly, Vandal was blinded by the flash of light, his head feeling as if someone took a crowbar to him, which at the same time Doktor sat straight up despite his broken ribs, before being laid back down by Mirror.

They needed to leave, now.

"Mirror, do you think you can Void back to England with the Doktor?"

"Um...possibly..."

"I need a yes or a no."

"Yes..."

"Alright, bandage up the Doktor and get moving. Taka, take my M57 and hand me the Doktor's Shotgun."

Taka looked at him, puzzled and worried. "What are you planning...?" She already had an idea.

"You see the Grand Walker? We're storming it."

"Fuck, I knew you were going to say that..."

"They have Alyx..."

The two stared at each other, silence being broken only by the sound of the bandages Mirror was using. For a moment, all was perfectly calm.

Mirror was the first to break the silence. "Alright, I did all I can. Cover me while I get the Void."

Taka and Vandal broke there stand off and kneeled down, facing the Walker, not that they could fight it off any way.

Now, the Void was something of a mystery to even the Evolutionaries. It is seen simply as a bio-mass transport that is able to connect to any area that has the slightest hint of green. Mirror was first noticed using this ability a year after hatching. He was warping all across the nursery, up and down, left and right, all around, causing the professors and nurses to scramble and run after him.

Unfortunately, the poor person to catch Mirror was a young and upcoming genetic engineer, who warped through with Mirror, and was found later in the basement of the laboratory, in pain and welded to part of a the water pipes.

In an attempt to control Mirror's warping, physics and electrical engineers developed and built a one mile by one mile wide room that was lined with static-electric generators, Tesla coils and super Earth magnets. It is unclear as to why these three apparatuses are able to contain "Voiding" as it was called, but it was suitable until Mirror was old enough to become self-conscious and practice Voiding. There has not been another "welding case" since then.

But still, it was a long way to London...

Mirror opened the Void, as gently as he could, picked up, almost cradled, the Doktor, took a deep breath, and walked forwards.

Just as they stepped into the Void, the Doktor tried to say something, but his words where lost to the wind, and in a flash of navy blue, the Void was closed.

Taka and Vandal did one last check to make sure they had enough ammunition and med-kits. Taka was armed with a P210 Assault Rifle, a Barracuda M57 Bio-Plasmid Submachine gun and a trusty Colt 1911. Vandal was carrying Doktor's Roadrunner Assault Shotgun and his Doe Carbine Rifle, finaly checking to make sure his Colt King Cobra was tucked securly in his boot..

The Wolf looked at the Ocelot, "Race you."

"You're on!"

The where on all fours and began the 3 mile race. About 1 mile in, the Clunkers began to fire motor rounds at the pair. Dirt was being thrown up all around, the hills providing only momentary cover. The Ocelot began to turn right and zigzag though the motors. The Wolf continued straight ahead and did wide weaves left and right, pillars of dirt all around.

The Wolf momentary wondered off and began to think about the old pictures and reels of soldiers from The First Great War. Nameless men, lost to the winds of time, climb over the lip of the trench, to be met with machine guns and artillery. They charged, aimlessly, simply because they where told to by some man, short, fat and high ranking, who hides underground and, stupidly, orders the men to charge a bunker, or hill or cliff. The tactics and strategy at the time was to simply take the enemy trench, not breaking threw and wreaking havoc behind enemy lines.

A round landed too close to Vandal, and he stumbled to the left, almost losing his balance but quickly straitens out and continued on.

Now, 2 miles in, the Clunkers opened up the two auto cannons protruding out of the Walker's hull. These auto cannons were different from the auto cannons strapped to the Light Walkers. These cannons fired artillery shells, which were slower, but made up for this by firing larger shells.

The pillars of dirt where coming closer and closer to the pair, the Clunkers Zeroing in and beginning to anticipate where the two would end up. Protective metal coverings were missing from the legs of the Walker, exposing the skeleton of crossing metal beams and pipes, hydraulics jutted from behind the "knee" of the Walker legs, giving off steam jets every time the guns fired, or repositioning themselves.

The body grew in size, now only a mile away, and the curves and points of wielded metal plating were now noticeable. The body was a small cruiser size vessel, with the conning tower of an aircraft carrier. Under the body, MG turrets hung suspended from the belly, with long, wide chains hanging down between each MG.

Mid-way up the vessel, a platform jutted out, with two 88 AA guns. They too, turned and fired at the pair, the Clunkers desperate to stop the intruders from boarding. To the rear of the vessel, a gun platform of four 99s began to rain motor shells.

It was a personal Hell on Earth for the pair, and when it could get no worse, Augmented heavy troops drop out of the belly of the beast via the chain under hangs. Dropping the last few feet, the Clunkers brandished their Vividas, light machine guns of the last war, and began to fire upon the Evolutionary pair.

Bullets, motors and Clunkers. It was truly Hell on Earth today. The now small rolling hills provide no cover. Still, fearlessly, the Wolf and Ocelot charged on. 30 seconds until they could grapple up the legs and board the Walker.

Suddenly diving to the right, Vandal used his last ounce of strength to reach the feet. Leaping into the air, Vandal grabbed onto open steel rods, and climbed the leg as if it was a ladder.

The Clunkers would not turn an MG on the Walker legs, but LMGs could not damage the metal. The Heavy Clunkers began to move from beneath the belly and moved to surround the two Evolutionaries. Vandal looked up, only a few feet beneath the knee joint, glancing down, Clunkers preparing to fire upon him, and to his left, Taka, scurrying along the leg, well past the joint and nearing the deck.

"She's going to beat me!" thought Vandal. As he began to move up, bullets ricocheted off the leg. Taking the sling off from around his shoulders, Vandal pointed his gun in the general direction of the Clunkers and began to pull off shots. His carbine was semi-automatic and would only go so far in covering fire.

Vandal began to skirt along to the right, hoping to use the leg as cover and then continue up to the deck. His carbine emptied, so he slung it back over his shoulder, and now behind the leg, pulled out a remote detonated C16 Biomass Plastic, the most destructive explosive known on Earth.

Placing a chunk in a space between the bars and above the knee joint, Vandal slowly turned his whole body around and starred at was before him.

An MG turret. He could either leap at it and hope the operator does not fire, move and be fried at Clunkers who have bad aim, or sit here and explode the C16. The last two were a no no, and the first was risky. So he decides to do the best thing possible.

Vandal leaped for the turret, and missed.

It didn't open up as he expected, but the nearest chain was nested neatly to the left. Fraying for the chain, Vandal grasped the mid section, but could not get a grip. He instinctively extended his claws, and caught the chain. A painful yank surge through his hand as his claws caught the loops, but where nearly yanked out of his hand.

He dangled for a moment, before bullets ricochet off the hull above him. Pulling his other hand up, Vandal grappled up the chain, and created momentum by swaying back and forth, and leapt to the next nearest chain. He grasped this one with better ease, and continued to swing from chain to chain, looking for a way up, a service hatch or something.

By the 5th chain, he had found what he was looking for. Unfortunately, the hatch opened one way only. Pulling out the Cobra 10" Revolver he always carried with him in his boot leg, Vandal aimed for the nearest turret and put three .44 magnum rounds in it. This didn't bring any Clunkers from above, and the Clunkers below seem to have to reload there LMGs, so Vandal took the chance to put a bullet in three Clunkers.

All three had there brains splattered on the ground.

The rest of the Clunkers ran for cover behind the leg and tried to reload there LMGs. This seems to have been enough to get an officer to send a man through the hatch.

Vandal swung over to the hatch, wrapped his legs around the Clunker sticking his head out, and shifted all his weight to swing back. The Clunker did not have enough time to steel himself against the pull of the Evolutionary, and let go of the ladder he was hanging onto.

Vandal released the Clunker and watched as he fell to his death. Momentum on his side, the Wolf swung back to the hatch and reached for the handle on the inside of the lid. Letting go of the chain, he pulled him self up and reached inside for the ladder along the wall.

As Vandal pulled himself up into the Walker, the Clunkers below began to fire, but not at him.

Suddenly, a scream that pierced the metal walls and silenced the gun fire was heard.

"ALYX!" was the last words out of Taka's mouth, before the Clunkers fired once more.

And upon the rising sun, no guns, no screams, echoed into the newly lit sky.

Fighting back the urge to cry and let go to join Taka, Vandal forced himself to climb up, up into the belly of the beast.

Vandal won the race to live.