• Sergent Morgan Loveland studied the pile of alien bodies. To her they seemed like harmless reptiles, but to other marines, standard infantry, they were more deadly than a nuke. "at least with a nuke you can survive for more than ten minutes." she said quietly to herself. sergeant major Morgan Loveland, was an elite class soldier of the sentinel program, based on earth. she was working the graveyard shift at a minor defense point in the old capital city of Trinity, Maverick, when she was ambushed by eight Slizzards. the term Slizzard comes from there race and class. the full name would be "Stealth Lizzards" but a few marines decided it was too long. the alien race was actually not very close to a lizzard if you looked closely. Morgan had just placed a full magazine into her Kinghorn .22 caliber battle rifle (K22), when a tall black man came running to the scene. he began to laugh, then asked, "how do you do it?"
    "Do what?"
    "Kill eight of those bastards in less than twenty seconds, you know damn well what."
    "How do you not?
    "Most elites can't kill five in thirty seconds smart a**."
    "Well I'm a designated marksman so you can kiss my super accurate a**."
    He stared at her, studying her features. then said with a new, more friendly tone, "Good to have you back Morgan."
    "XI80 is the only squad that respects my rank as sergeant. it's nice to see you Jack, I hope I can still call you my best friend forever."
    "You know I didnt like that title then, what makes you think I like it now?"
    "So I take that as a yes."
    "Always."
    "Good. Anything new?"
    "Nope. We didn't know you were coming back so that's new."
    They headed back to the outpost, the suspected ambush had been stopped. and the Maverick defense station was safe for the moment.