Trevor is captured by Rebels and they’re taking him to his prison cell

Rebel Soldier: Here’s where you’ll be staying by Commander Abigail’s request.

The prison cell is all done up with a nice bed and silk pillows and fancy curtains for the bar windows and then there’s a table with a candlelight dinner with Abigail sitting at the table smiling.

Trevor:…..Please take me to the worst cell you got.

Marco: *Watching others’ computer activities*

Trevor: Oh, this is the software where you can see what other people doing on their computers. My school did that all the time when they’re fixing them. Who’s doing what?

Marco: Fio’s looking up recipes to try, Eri meanwhile is looking up new walking trails to walk on, as for Tarma…..Doing what he’s normally doing.

He’s filming himself wearing that inflatable T-Rex suit while dancing to the song Shooting Stars……Is that the same-

Marco: Yup, the same suit he used when we interrogated that Rebel the other day.

Trevor:….It did get that Rebel talking while he pretends to eat him.


This Day in Spacey History sees previews begin for Richard II at The Old Vic. Richard II was Kevin’s first major Shakespearean role | September 14, 2005

Charles Spencer for THE DAILY TELEGRAPH said “This is the show we’ve been waiting for since Kevin Spacey took over at the Old Vic more than a year ago - a chance to see this great actor in a leading Shakespearean role…There are undoubtedly some terrific moments from both Spacey, and from his director, Trevor Nunn.”

Metal Slug-Demon Song Ch 5

“So how was your day, Beaty?”

“Oh, fine. That fathead, Allen O'Neil Junior got into that fight with his Ex-Girlfriend’s husband again as usual. But the mission did go all right.”

Abigail and Beatrice have the kitchen all to themselves and they enjoy cooking food together. It was Abigail who requested the kitchen to be cleared out of any chefs after all of the soldiers and General Morden were fed for the night. The kitchen smelled of freshly cooked chicken and bread and Beatrice helped her sister sliced up the celery for the Chicken Dumpling they talked about having for supper for tonight. “So, how was your day Abigail? Did you see your boyfriend of yours?”

Abigail was blushing, thinking about Trevor Spacey makes the woman’s face go red whenever that member of the PF Squad’s name is mentioned to her. Even getting a glimpse of his face would turn this disciplines military commander into a shy giggling school girl. “I umm, didn’t see him this time around. I was busy dealing with that Loser Abbas who needed his hide saved again by us.” She put the diced onions into the pot with the bread and chicken and stirred it. Beatrice soon put the chopped celery in too. “No carrots?” she asked and her sister smiled, “No carrots, Beaty. Not a singled trace of it. Just the way you like it.”

“I will NOT tolerate any more of your failure, Abul Abbas!” General Morden slammed his fist against his desk so impetuous that it made the sergeant jump out of fright, “Please forgive me, General! I almost have them if it wasn’t for those women coming into-” Morden was glaring down at him while drinking his glass of scotch and slams it down on his desk, “ENOUGH! I don’t care if it was a horde of monkeys with machine guns that came after you, Abul Abbas. You have been messing up too many times and we have to save you disgrace ass every time Marco and his Squad defeat you!”

Allen O'Neil smirked, General Morden was right about what a disgrace Abul Abbas was to The Rebel Military and they always wonder why do they always bother saving his him countless times. He caught movement from the corner of his eye and turned his head toward the large windows that look over the entire Head Quarters, he could have sworn that he saw a dark silhouette glided past the windows. Gripping his gun, Allen O'Neil stepped forward to get a better look and stretched his neck out to get a better look outside, “O'Neil, what is the problem?” General Morden asked him. Allen O'Neil grunted and stepped away, “I thought I saw something flew by your window. Must have been a bat.” he replied.

A lone Rebel soldier patrolled the Warehouses. Checking every lock on the doors and rolling shutters and moves on to the next warehouse to do the same and it’s nothing but a repetitive job. The Rebel sighed and checked on the doors again and then moved to the next one to find the lock on the ground melted into a puddle of metal and the door opened ajar. He grabbed his gun and pushed the door open to get a look around and groped for a switch and no lights came on and he grabbed his flashlight and turned it on.

The switch was taken apart with wires slashed and pulled out of the box and the security camera and alarm laid on the ground in pieces as if someone took it apart with tools. The Rebel quietly steps into the Warehouse to catch the intruder off guard, peaking around cargo and crates and tanks too. Nothing so far and the Rebel took more steps toward the back of the warehouse. A pair of glowing amber eyes glowed in the dark and it slowly and silently crept across the ceiling rafters and down the wall like a spider. It put one hand down and then a foot and softly landed on the floor.

“Alright, thief! You better show yourself or I’m getting all of my friends here to shoot you out!” he shouted, he heard a low rumbling growl and he slowly turned around and saw a flash of fire. Abigail and Beatrice weren’t even halfway through with their dinner while having their conversation about their childhood and plans for the future when a siren started blaring and soldiers scrambling toward the flaming warehouse. Abigail got up quickly and grabbed her hat and coat and Beatrice grabbed her cap and they both dashed out the door. The whole warehouse is on fire and the Rebels are scrambling to put the flames out and shouts of commands echoed through the air.

“How did this fire started?” Abigail came running toward a commanding Rebel leader, “Ma'am, we heard a scream follow by a loud explosion from this warehouse and we’re working as fast as possible to put out the fire!” Abigail turned to her sister who got her ice cannon in hand and ready to fire to put the fire out. She aimed carefully and before she has it fired, a spine-chilling roar came from the fire and bursting through the flame is a flying figure engulfed in flames and taking flight. It dive bombs at the now scattering Rebels and breathing fire on their water pumps and at them.

Abigail grabbed her sister and pulled her to the ground to dodge the fire and looked up to try to get a good look at their attacker. She got up to her feet again and summoned her cubes to shoot lasers at it but it kept dodging and swooping down to swipe at them with it flaming claws and setting them on fire and Abigail yelled when one of them exploded and she hit the ground, “Abigail!” Beatrice shouted and she turned her anger that the flying monster and fired her ice cannon at it. It hit the target, freezing one of its wings to throw it off balance and crashing to the ground.

“Serves you right to try to hurt my sister!” She shouted and she gasped when it got right back up and smashed the ice off with its fist. Abigail got back on her feet and ordered more lasers to be shot at it, punching holes in its wings and it breathed more fire at the girls. “Beaty! Look out!” Beatrice screamed and she felt a strong grip on her arm and being yanked off her feet. “No one is going to fry this shrimp!” Allen O'Neil Junior growled and punched the demon with a right hook.

It stumbled and shook it off and roared at Allen O'Neil Junior who came running at the demon and tackled it to the ground. They tossed and turned across the ground as Rebel soldiers cheered their commander’s son on. Allen O'Neil Junior endure the pain of his back getting shredded up by its claws and then put it in a headlock to keep punching it in the face. But he yelled after it sank its sharp teeth into his fist and he let it go to free himself. Allen O'Neil Junior took a glance at his arm to give the demon a chance to land a painful landing blow to the gut with its fist to not only to knock the wind out of him but to give him sharp stabbing pain.

“Allen, look out!” Beatrice shouted but it was too late, Allen O'Neil Junior was violently hit hard by the demon’s tail and knocked to the ground. It didn’t give him a chance to fight back and he left every landing blow of its fist, over and over again. His endurance was beyond its limit and his body couldn’t take the beatings and clawings anymore. Abigail and Beatrice looked on in horror while Rebel is at a lost as they see him getting ripped to shreds. Allen O'Neil Junior was a bloody mess and the demon grabbed him by his blood-soaked shirt to get ready to finish him off.

The demon took a deep breath to build up a powerful enough fire to burn him alive. Gunshots rapidly rang throughout the air followed by bullets, lasers, and ice. Allen O'Neil comes charging with his M60 in hand, firing more bullets at the demon, “Don’t touch my son!” he shouted and slammed the butt of his gun right in its jaws. It stumbled backward and shook it off and glared around the fighting field. It was outnumbered now even if the demon can kill them all.

As its last hurrah before fleeing, for now, it breathed fire all over itself and engulfed its body in flames again and took flight. Everyone kept firing at it and it flew at a fast-paced speed that it dive bombed into another warehouse and another, setting everyone one of them ablaze in its wake. There wasn’t enough water to go around to put them all out and everyone fled before explosions were going off in some of them. Allen O'Neil, after grabbing his son and escaping with their lives, laid his son and listened for any sign of life. It’s not good, Allen O'Neil Junior’s life is hanging by a thread.

“Get the medics! I’ll shoot anyone who doesn’t hurry up and get him help!” Allen O'Neil shouted and held his son’s hand while pleading for him to hold on and begged him not to die. Beatrice hugged her sister as they looked on and her older sister moved in to see what she can do to help Allen O'Neil Junior out. He did save her sister’s life and he can’t die like this. As the discord of the night continued on, the Demon Song played till the first ray of sunlight shined.