​     "He's out of the jet!​ He's killing us by the dozens!" a panicked voice screeched over a com-link to the Skymaster above.

     "Well fire back!" Goldbody roared in reply. "How hard could it be? There are hundreds of you! He's only one man!" Goldbody's golden pallor darkened to a light tan, he was so enraged. Damn! Why in the hell did this man have to get involved? The Fours had never forewarned him of this particular aspect of the mission. Everything would have been perfect if only...

     Oh well. Spilt milk. 

     "Get a shuttle ready," he said to his com. "Obviously, I've got to deal with this foolish distraction personally." He paused, then said, almost in a whisper, "Also, get the Squirt Gun ready."

​     "Sir, I..."

​     "Just do it. Do it! Dear God, do I have to do everything myself?"

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