Nick's question surprised the general. "Sir, are you telling me you already have something that'll harm the aliens?!" He questioned with a little bit of hope. "Well, it's still a work in progress, but I brought all my research and work on it with me," Nick replied hesitantly, not wanting to disappoint the general. "Well, it's in your best interest that you start finishing it so we can try it out against the enemy, and I suggest you work on your project away from gas pipes and other electronics it might interfere with," the general said. "I'll start working on it right away sir," Nick replied. "Alright everyone, starting now, you all need to make something that'll show those alien bastards who's the real boss," the general shouted at everyone.
All of the researchers continued setting up a temporary facility in the tent and started working on anything that might help in the battle against the terrestrials. Nick took his work and went to a table in a corner with no exposed electronics or gas pipes, to start making a prototype. Days past, and Nick and others worked with the goal of making a final product to give to the military. Nick made a lot of progress since working in the tent, and even managed to make a prototype. Unfortunately, the general and others told him that it wasn't effective enough to be used in the battlefield. Nick would be determined for the remainder of the development of his static electric based weapon.
It would only be a matter of weeks before the aliens discovered the military base and approach it. Meanwhile, in the tent, Nick was nearly done perfecting his masterpiece when a soldier barged into the tent and shouted, "everyone, evacuate the area, we've been spotted by the enemy!" "You got to be shitting me," Nick said to himself as he quickly gathered everything in his workspace and put it into a nearby box, to leave the makeshift facility everyone was working at for weeks. While heading to his car, Nick noticed some alien spaceships coming towards the base. "Oh crap," he said to himself. He quickly put the box in the passenger seat and started driving out of the place when one of the ships fired from it's cannon and destroyed the tent along with everything and everyone in it. Nick stopped his car, and shouted, "Jerry!" In the dust emerged a limping Jerry holding onto a box with the parts and blueprints of a more powerful EMP he was working on. Nick quickly got out of his car and ran to help get Jerry into his car. More shots from the approaching ships were fired one after another, destroying nearby buildings in the base. When Nick managed to get Jerry in the backseat of his car, he once again, floored it to safety.
"How bad is it?" Jerry asked as he was taking deep breaths to ease his pain. Nick looked over his shoulder to see his friend's injuries. Besides a few scratches, the only injury that was of concern was a medium sized piece of shrapnel lodged into Jerry's left thigh. "Nothing a first-aid kit can't fix," Nick said, easing his friend's concerns. After driving until it was dark outside, Nick noticed a motel in the distance. "You think it'll have any aliens inside?" Nick said jokingly in hopes of lighting up the mood. But the only response he got from Jerry was a faint moan. Nick entered the motel's parking lot, took Jerry into an unlocked room and looked for a first-aid kit as it got darker.