As Reyes pushes open
the door, the room was
filled with fire, screams,


creaks and robots
roaming the place.
Nightmares or


just a lot of pesky
chores to deal with,
Reyes rushes to


the action like no
problem but it
doesn't come


very much on
speed, makes it
pretty tough


for him to
do anything
but to get


himself killed in
a high risk situation
like this.


He helps out a
rather injured
soldier to the


noose and assists
the pain of bullets
to the mechanical


attackers on the
front, shooting a lot
of pulse phase rifles


that no man can
dodge but
fight off...


That's just when
the small but very
incendiary


flying critters
started
to come in


from above the
roofs of the
hotel space.


They look like ordinary
kitchen plates if anyone
asked Reyes, no pun


of course is
intended for
their sake.


In about a six,
one came close
to a soldier


in a speed of
lightning striking
twice.


This Plate stayed
afloat in mid-air,
deliberately catching


the man's attention,
"Get away from it,
it's gonna blast you!"


"Hey, We need some
help here!" a soldier
yelled.


And before any person
in the room knows it,
the man was then


hit by the blast wave
that this thin-cut dish
made, and sends


him hurled against a
kitchen table and
other crashing dishes


as Reyes fling-ed
his assault rifle
on probably the


stupidest flying
contraption
Sky-net has


ever concocted,
that just blasted
the poor soldier


moments ago.
There were the
other killer flying
things spreading


around like mosquitoes
caught in the pantry
of wild-flower-fire


from Vietnam when
they made their
first move.


This Machine that
Reyes just kept
banging on,


was down to
its membranes
against the floor


and wasn't dead
until all its lights
were out.


It is lying wreck,
Reyes then
focused on


some of the
other enemies
in this place,


he found one
robot on the
midst,


beating up on
a soldier who
thrown a rant
basically,


"F### You, *******!"
at the metal thing,
it throw-ed back its


wrists at his face,
then he was
thrown down to


to the ground when
Reyes would then
be able to take


this robot out by
sweeping kick
its leg and the


robot had slipped
down, Reyes retorted
"Hey... are you all right


back there, Hudson?"
"Nahuhhh, this thing
is pissing me off, just by


slapping its wrists
on my god-damn face!"
"Yeah... right..."


Reyes then strikes
those bullets onto
the robot's head


before it can do
any more harm,
at least harming


angry man
over here.
Other Robots


and flying stupidos'
were rampaging
the hell out of


the kitchen and
there barely wasn't
any more men


moving because
of this, so it pretty
much spells this,


night shift sucks,
no one was going
to be coming out


of here alive
in one piece.
That's for sure.


Reyes hadn't
given up as he
keeps defending


anyone left alive
here from these
flyers and bogies.


Reyes dissembled
another robot
with its artificial guts


spilling out,
He blown one
hover-flying


stupido to
pieces just
as much,

he helped one
soldier cap
a robo's head

like to a bottle,
he scratches a
wild hell on

one other machine
to the skin on the back
and graft of the face

and he even assists
a person to rattle
one dish flyer

to a boiling pan
and sends it
to crash on

the decorated wall
of this fine wall
paper this hotel

must've brought
to offer to guests
like Skynet

and the very ticked off
assailants of theirs.


Before everyone knows it,
the place was then empty
of moving killer machines,


all those pieces of the
wreck and knifing metal
were lying on floors,


sticking to crafted tables,
or hanging on some
bloodshed walls were


enough to bring the men
some relief of cause
and conflict in their events


at this night but not
was for Reyes when
he hears oncoming


fire and yells from
behind another room
on the right side


on this room from
where he's standing.
He immediately runs


for it, going through
an opening with
ripped wooden doors


leading to a white
and grimy kitchen
that seems to


look like the mess hall
for a second but he
keeps sprinting through


the metal pans, bowls
or dishes on the ceiling
that was in his way.


As he set out from
that end of the kitchen
and finds himself


in a new room filled
with homeless men
and other soldiers


running for safety,
another flying disc killer
and its owner were


attacking a lone soldier
defending himself from
these guys...


Reyes quickly runs
in that direction at
attempting to protect


him. He did when
he throws an
unbuckled gre-


nade at the machines'
backside, an arranged
billowing fireball exhaled


with that soldier unharmed
in the process. As the
smoke cleared from his


eyes, he sees Reyes
coming up for him,
Reyes screams at the


not-completely dead
metal bastards in
front of him as


he shoots his rifle
to that robot straight
down like a rogue


jackhammer does
onto seams. "Hey,
Man, Are You Okay?"


'Yeah, Sir. I had to evacuate
the locals here because
they were hiding in this room


for a while.'
"You did good, soldier.
Try to get the hell out


of here while you still can."
'I'll try, Hey, Good Luck,
Sargent. You'll
probably need it."


Reyes nodded at him
as he does if he
ever hears of that calling


as much as anyone
usually does.
He had to go


where he was going,
Finding General James.
Reyes turned back,


looked for another
door heading for
the way out of


this hell. He
found the door,
for a moment,


glanced at the
frantic locals
escaping from
here on in


and finally peeked
at that lone soldier,
he looks like he


was about to
get out too,
Reyes hoping


that these people
can make it out
reassuringly alive,


Reyes went ahead
and opened the
door, it was clear.


So he went out
of the entry,
he was gone.